Chapter 49 (Part One)

"No, no, thank you for the Emperor's boundless grace, this humble minister receives the decree!" What else could he say? Zhang Siwei kowtowed in gratitude. Inside, it felt as disgusting as swallowing a fly, but on the surface, he still had to put on an expression of overwhelming gratitude.

Sisi was a very carefree person. After only a few words, he began to treat Qingfeng as one of his own, and even wanted to offer him a few pointers. However, as soon as he opened his mouth, a cough from Lin Jiu stopped him.

The crowd consciously made way for the old lady. At this moment, the looks they cast at Gao Cheng were filled with utter contempt.

Shen Mo was originally watching the spectacle when his cell phone suddenly rang. It turned out to be a call from Jiang Tian.

When Li Hao's fleet was still a few miles away from the coast, he saw troops and horses everywhere along the shoreline, numbering in the tens of thousands. Clearly, these forces were certainly not there to welcome him.

"Goku, you are all Super Saiyans. If you don't mentor Lana, who will?" Bei Minglei cast a glance at Sun Goku and said.

An attack that fails to break through for long will inevitably invite a counter-attack. When Rome's offense once again came to nothing, Milan once again used a counter-attack to pierce through their defensive line.

Wu Wei felt that there was nothing to lose in trying, so he casually brandished the Necromancer Sword left and right. After a few seconds, seeing that the Gale was still feinting, his heart settled. Following the various sword techniques and moves he remembered in his mind, he executed them strictly by the book. Although he couldn't hit anyone, his momentum was formidable.

Wu Wei took advantage of the momentum to step back two more steps. The Metal Tough Guy strode forward in his exoskeleton, swinging his left arm down toward Wu Wei. Wu Wei was not in a hurry; his footsteps were light, his palms turned, and he struck the opening posture of Tai Chi.

Doctor Strange formed a circle with one hand as a long spear fell into a different dimension and thrust out from Corvus Glaive's back. Yet the spear seemed to have eyes and could distinguish friend from foe; after bypassing Corvus Glaive, it shot toward Doctor Strange once again.

He still couldn't bring himself to heartlessly hurt her or provoke her. Regardless of everything, his engagement with Shuimai was open and out in the open. To flaunt his affection with Yanxiang so uninhibitedly right in front of her—his conscience simply wouldn't allow it.

An Yao pressed her head, her brows tightly knitted, as that huge, unfillable black hole in her heart seemed to appear once more.

And if students were barred from entering, there could only be one possibility: the danger lurking within the Soul-Consuming Forest had become even more unfathomable and terrifying.

"Welcome, Venerable Soul Warrior, to the Nether Realm. May I ask what brings the Venerable one here?" A translucent figure suddenly appeared before Rong Xi and Ye Shuli.

The newcomer was none other than the imperial physician Feng Nanyang. Legend had it that this man was originally a jianghu wanderer with the alias "Fortune Teller Ghost's Dread." He was skilled in divination and calculation, possessed exceptional medical skills, and wielded extraordinary martial arts. He had snatched General Chu's son, moved through the imperial palace with effortless lightness skills, easily shaken off the pursuit of the palace guards, and safely exited the city.

Yet, in merely a split second, that black flame paid no heed whatsoever to the threat emitted by the red flame. Its mighty, overwhelming inferno instantly enveloped the red flame.

Seeing Qianye stunned for a moment before turning her head away as if nothing had happened, Mo Nansheng's lips pressed even tighter. He took two or three strides right up to Qianye and hooked her chin up with a single hand.

However, this time, the dormancy of the Zerg seemed to be in search of something. Regardless, they were natural enemies to humanity. The military and government joined forces, guarding every single pass. The streets presented a desolate scene of scarce figures, and anyone deemed suspicious was hauled off to the mechanism divisions for meticulous and rigorous inspection.

She hastily shook off this terrifying thought. Abiding by the principle of "out of sight, out of mind," she closed her eyes, her lips lightly brushing against his chest.

With his chest aching to the point of coughing up blood, General Liu ripped off his upper garments, baring his torso. He shouldered the Heaven-Slaying Whip bestowed upon the Defender-General's estate by the late Emperor, dragged along the steward—whose mouth was stuffed and who was still struggling endlessly, trying to defend himself—and strode toward the imperial palace.

This particular reed was aimed directly at the rune-armored puppet's chest, piercing into its forechest. Shang Rong exerted force once more, sending the reed all the way through the rune-armored puppet's entire body and driving it several feet deep into the ground.

"What in the world?" Bao Qiang was shocked. The opponent was clearly right before his eyes, yet completely untouchable. Had his skills regressed this much lately?

Before he had a chance to speak, Xi Chen didn't even spare him a glance, directly lifting his foot and walking out the door. Such behavior made Zheng Chenheng rather irritable. He felt that Xi Chen was far too willful, utterly devoid of worldly sense, and incapable of showing any care or consideration for others.

Jiang Xiao shook his head. In his mind, the Demon Ancestor should at least be tall, rugged, stern, and overbearing. Looking at this smiling, chubby face, he couldn't sense any dominance of a Demon Ancestor at all. Still, one cannot judge a person by their appearance just as seawater cannot be measured with a pint cup; if the Demon Ancestor wanted to look like this, then so be it.

Since he had already made the breakthrough, Lu Shu couldn't be bothered to expend any more effort harassing Liu Li. It wasn't that he wouldn't harass him anymore, but rather that he didn't plan to waste any brains on it.

"What kind of fog is this? It blinded me the moment it rolled in, and no matter how I try, it won't disperse." Gao Tianming had no prior experience in the fog zone, and was evidently startled by the peculiar nature of the mist.

Even if Lu Shu stayed here for a lifetime and completely devoured all the gargoyles, what of it? Therefore, failing to find the core of the formation was a truly terrifying prospect; no one was willing to age and die here until their lifespans were completely exhausted.

He had never heard anyone utter these words before. This was the first time he learned about how to become a saint from Primordial Beginning. As an old-school quasi-saint of the primordial era, it was impossible for Landeng not to care about such information.

In truth, Li Rizhi's promise not to pursue the matter further did not mean that simply because Aunt Jiang claimed Jiang Zhonghou was innocent, he would let Jiang Zhonghou off without a sentence. That was not what it meant at all.

The next day, they rose early. After bidding farewell to the innkeeper, the group boarded the roc and flew toward the base of the Blood-Sucking Divine Cult.

Moreover, whether stimulated by this brush with death or not, Po Jun vaguely sensed that his cultivation realm had loosened quite a bit.