Chapter 50

As their voices faded, a patch of pitch-black figures instantly descended upon the already white-hot, boiling battlefield. Hundreds of lightsabers simultaneously emitted brilliant radiances, plunging the combat into yet another breathtaking peak of fury.

Although Huangfu Qi concealed her arrogant personality well, it still could not escape Lü Tianming's notice.

While the Chengqian Palace and the Qiyue Hall could not be said to be entirely cut off from news, it was close enough; since yesterday, she and the Empress Dowager had been placed under virtual house arrest.

"But, Mom, I saw the provincial warships; they've entered Earth's airspace," Xiao Menglou said loudly.

"Of course, thank you. You literally saved my life," Xiao Menglou smiled bitterly, extending his left hand forward as he spoke sincerely.

With these words uttered, the assembled cultivators finally realized that the dust had settled. The various techniques and methods previously displayed by Cui Feng and Tang Shunlin had been so enthralling and mesmerizing that the surrounding cultivators remained captivated and unable to extricate themselves for a long time.

The imagery showed a churning, monstrous tide of metal stretching for tens of thousands of miles, filling every corner of the Ceres planetary belt. The alien enemies, who had long practiced restraint, now seemed determined to bare all their fangs without reservation, flaunting their unrivaled might before Earth's armed forces.

That Zhu Chong walked up to the front of Ye Siqi and smiled, saying, "I may not have the ability, but they do!" Following that, with a wave of his hand, the crowd lunged toward Ye Siqi.

Could it be the Manor of the Loyal and Brave Marquis? In her past life, the Marquis's Manor had complied with Jin Rui's imperial decree to raid the household, and by the way, deliver a final trampling blow.

The Divine Eye Vision—this was an extremely rare mystical art, and its value was no lower than martial arts techniques capable of capturing objects from a distance. However, both shared a common characteristic: they were cultivated through spiritual power.

After speaking, Yan Feng cast an infinitely tender gaze toward Wan Mei'er, then turned and knelt down before Chen Yi.

After all, Chen Youliang possessed an army of hundreds of thousands. To directly attack Jinling would be akin to launching a fatigued army on a distant raid—a major taboo in the art of war.

Watching Fan Jian fly backward through the air, the worry in Xian Yingying's eyes vanished, and she could not help giggling as she asked Qibao.

Having attempted the assassination of the Academy Director, it was impossible for her to attend the Night Party as she had in the past. Not to mention attending the Night Party, there would be countless pursuers swarming into the academy to capture her. She did not want her own affairs to implicate these two automata who cared so much about her.

"Very well, I agree to your terms!" Chen Yi answered with utmost decisiveness. For he was well aware that while the Four Great Families respected him, certain matters could not be settled by mere respect alone; Chen Yi had no desire to make enemies unnecessarily.

A resolute thought flashed through his mind, and his killing intent soared. Toward such people, Long Yun had never shown mercy.

Chen Yi recognized this old woman; she was none other than the old vendor selling candy by the West Lake. The old woman must have been out buying vegetables, as the greens in her basket were scattered all over the ground and her eggs were smashed. She sat there on the ground, her leg bleeding, yet she uttered not a single word, leaving the young man to hurl insults at her.

It was said that there were quite a few decent recreational facilities here, ranging from Turkish baths and Finnish saunas to deep-sea mud baths and SPA hydrotherapy massages, offering everything one could possibly desire. One could enjoy leisure styles from all over the world without ever stepping outside.

Perhaps because Su Zihaun had mentioned that he could not discern the true depth of the pottery jar, Hu Fan felt somewhat anxious and distracted. Upon receiving the jar, his hand slipped, and the container plummeted directly to the ground.

His eyes were cold yet gentle, with long and curled eyelashes casting reflections on his lower lids like pine shadows beneath the moonlight. Within his pitch-black, lucid pupils, it was as though a rippling, gorgeous landscape was encapsulated.

Roman himself had also resolved a matter lingering on his mind. With Herbert and the others staying inside St. Samuel's Church, no matter how capable the members of the Tarot Club or the Numinous Episcopate might be, they could do nothing to them and naturally could not trace the matter back to him.

She turned right out of her door, came to the entrance of a coffee shop near the company, and sat on the steps with her arms wrapped around her knees, sobbing softly.

This morning, Chi Yu had a class at ten-thirty. She finished breakfast in her car in the school parking lot, and while browsing on her phone, she saw the top trending topic on Weibo.

In this way, while it might not completely annihilate Liang Shan, it would undoubtedly deal them a devastating blow.

Inside were many "people," either standing aside or gathered together playing cards. The moment Roman opened the door, they all snapped their heads around simultaneously to fixate their gazes upon him at the threshold.

In a split second, the fire, frost, lightning, and wind blades of the four mutants were all pierced through by a purple qi that spanned from north to south. As the purple qi pierced their bodies, the faces of all four mutants turned as pale as thin paper, and they spewed mouthfuls of fresh blood.

That was a renowned and illustrious aristocratic family in the imperial city; the Ye family was nothing compared to them.

Suddenly hearing low sobs coming from the doorway, Jia Dongxu, who had been somewhat drowsy, snapped wide awake.

Everything that happened during World War I and World War II was part of the divine war waged between Senguang and Ares.

Before this white-browed, beardless old man appeared, Sun Luoya had actually already sensed a powerful and steady aura closely trailing behind the two young men, though it had not yet revealed itself.

"You..." Milating opened his mouth, unsure of what to say. His departure this time would be an almost certain death sentence; he had not expected that, at a time like this, Ceyril would still be willing to follow him.

Liu Jiayi had not anticipated running into He Chen on an occasion like this. Based on her understanding of He Chen, his family background was modest and he would never have been invited to attend such a grand gathering. Even her own father, strictly speaking, lacked the qualifications and had only been brought along by his superior.

Now, not only was Shen Ping planning to introduce Universal Studios to China, but Shanghai was also intending to bring in a globally renowned amusement park, using it as a pillar to build a world-class, ultra-large-scale amusement park base.

At that moment, the referee announced Sakura Ruoxue's victory, which also meant she had successfully advanced to the top sixteen.

Backed by generous investments, Hong Kong cinema acquired ample capital for development. Coupled with the relaxation of regulations itself and the deep reservoir of historical experience, prosperity became a natural and inevitable outcome.