20. The Great King of the Jiangzhou Water Mansion

After all, an ancient bronze gate over a hundred meters tall stood as if condensing the vicissitudes of time, enduring immortal for endless ages deep within this lightless seabed.

Qing Huan accepted the silver and expressed her gratitude. She was usually the one bestowing rewards upon others, so this was her first time receiving one.

Lin Han let out a sudden, cold shout. Then, leaping forward, he soared straight from his Wind-Chasing Thousand-Mile Horse into the high air, heading directly to slaughter the Blood Blade Gang's supreme leader.

This time, the audience listened very attentively to the contestants' singing, pondering whether or not to press the voting button shortly. Seeing the students act this way, Professor Lin was extremely satisfied.

"You are..." Gu Song walked forward a few steps, coming to Li Xia's side. The latter raised her head, stared at him in a daze for a few seconds, and suddenly threw herself into his arms, her weeping becoming even more mournful and desolate.

Furthermore, there was Zhu Bajie. This fellow loved to eat and loathed to work; upon seeing anything delicious, he would linger and refuse to leave. Tang Sanzang merely coaxed him slightly to make him submit, completely transforming him into a well-behaved, obedient tagalong who constantly called out "Master, Master."

In fact, Ghost Elder had a very good impression of Qing Huan beforehand. He had thought that Qing Huan, being a delicate princess, would never persist in taking care of Su Ying, but he was wrong. Qing Huan not only persisted, but also took excellent care of Su Ying.

We took the initiative to lower our heads and admit our mistake simply to keep this matter from escalating further. Who the hell said we were actually going to offer you a formal apology?

Autumn Plum's hands trembled. In such a scenario, she had thought she was losing both her family and her love, yet the warmth transmitted from Qing Huan's palms made her feel warm—so warm that she shed her armor of toughness and burst into wailing tears.

If he reported this piece of news to that big figure, then... perhaps he would genuinely catch that big figure's eye.

Moreover, in areas where clothing could not cover, one could see its entire body covered in feathers that resembled pale yellow grease stains.

Because they had been bogged down by various prior events, they missed the opportunity to farm the second floor, and the divine points had directly elevated them to Great Knights, causing them to miss the first floor as well. Among them, however, 2,400 exclusive captains had cleared the first three stages of the third floor.

After another three hours, a plump figure was finally seen running hurriedly from behind.

They even suffered a certain degree of suppression; Xu Huang, Zhou Tai, Shi Qian, Qi Qi, Thomas, and Gu Feng each confronted a Title-rank opponent.

He did not understand why he had pulled the trigger; perhaps there had long been resentment buried in his heart, but shooting was a fact.

After thorough deliberation, Li Ka-shing quietly purchased approximately 20 million shares of Wheelock held by retail investors.

In their hometown, this dish was practically a household name. Generally, when visiting relatives and friends, Chang'an Banquet Balls were an essential welcoming dish.

Okajima Masayuki—Yamashita Kohei knew him. He was one of the managers within that cult; it was he who had incited his mother to hand over the majority of the family's assets to the church.

Under Dian Wei's explosive onslaught, blood actually seeped from the corners of Black Ox's eye sockets. He struggled, attempting to shake Dian Wei off, but ultimately failed.

"We never intended to return to the Central Plains alive; kill us if you wish." Shangguan Yun was undaunted.

The few of them cupped their fists in salute, uttered the words "Those on different paths cannot make plans together, excuse us for not accompanying you," and led the members of their respective sects to seek seats elsewhere. Although the others saw this, they did not recognize Nangong Po, assuming instead that there was mutual animosity among the groups, and paid it no mind.

Tang Ye looked impatiently at He Ying, suddenly spitting out a ball of True Sun Fire from his mouth. Like a blazing sun hanging horizontally in the sky, the surging flames scattered in all directions, causing the temperature of the entire world to rise rapidly.

In mid-air, palm prints intersected amidst a flurry of palm wind. With a flick of a finger, streams of black mist arrows shot straight out. With a movement of his body, he plunged directly into the darkness. Under the cover of night, the fierce battle between the two intensified, making their figures even harder to discern. Leaping into the clouds, the two slapped their hands at one another, leaving a hazy blur behind, resembling nothing less than a pair of churning black mists.

A table laden with wine and food was set out fully in front of Shangguan Yun, and even the empty noodle bowl was nearly nudged off the edge to the floor.

Tang Ye sneered, unsurprised by Mo Daosheng's appearance, but this also made it easier for him to keep Mo Daosheng tethered and bound by his scruples.

Everyone's gaze returned once more to the fat man. The fat man still wore no expression, except for placing his hand atop A Duo's. Frightened, A Duo was about to withdraw her hand when she caught the deeply earnest look in the fat man's eyes.

Li Zhicheng dried his clothes, put them on, and remained silent toward Qi Yu outside. After a long while, feeling drowsiness creep up on him, he collapsed onto the ground and fell into a deep sleep.

"A place that drives away inner demons?" Su Xing racked her brains, struggling to recall. "I don't remember." She could only see the imagery, vaguely recalling a dark region that resembled an alternate dimension.

Ning Jiu'er was unwilling to let them continue their idle chatter. With a cheerful smile, she said, "Since you aren't coming to snatch my divine martial arts manual, that's just as well. I'm heading back to practice." Employing her lightness kung fu, she swaggered away toward the south.

Thanks to being Su Ye's direct disciple, Fu Xin was also fortunate enough to be brought by Su Ye to the summit of Falling Goose Peak to witness this upcoming great battle. However, Fu Xin's face was filled with worry; looking at Xu Shaotang, who stood with his hands behind his back, complex emotions surged within his heart.

No sooner said than done; this time he did not intend to forge single items, as those possessed no technical difficulty whatsoever—anyone who knew how to blacksmith could make them.

As the flying sword touched the jade finger, a teeth-setting screech of friction rang out. For a moment, sand and stones flew as the heavens and earth darkened, and visible ripples of spiritual energy diffused outward. The fireball of flame explosion arrived as well; just as it was about to crash into the old man, a cultist darted out from nowhere, attempting to block the fireball for him.

If Han Lie or Ye Fan had been the one to snatch the front passenger seat just now, would she have had different thoughts?

Though her memories had halted, monstrous waves were churning in Xu Shaotang's heart. He stared blankly at Long Xiang, who knelt devoutly, feeling as though he were dreaming. In his wildest dreams, he never expected that such an origin would exist between Long Xiang and Ying Long, to the extent that even the name Long Xiang had been given to him by Ying Long.

The kneeling man immediately understood what Maynard Sanchez intended to do. Before he returned, Tang Zheng had already warned him that Maynard Sanchez was not a pure and kind soul; returning like this would undoubtedly lead to his death, and urged him to confess everything honestly so that Tang Zheng would give him a chance to survive.

"I'm sleepy and going to bed. Bye." Qiao Chu hung up the phone and immediately cast the matter to the back of her mind.

Tang Bao'er wanted to hold back her tears, but thinking of her own harrowing experiences and her impending blindness, how could she possibly restrain herself? Her tears completely soaked both the pillow and the quilt.

As they took their seats, Ding Xiang sat beside Xiao Zhen with a shy expression, while Wang Zhen pulled Luo Sang and arranged for her to sit next to Zheng Qiniang.