Otherwise, even if Wei Zhao could not claim to have the situation entirely under control, he would never have been as relaxed as he was now.

Unfortunately, the reincarnation of the ancient Chaos Emperor was no cabbage by the roadside, to be stumbled upon at will.

That three could be dug out of a place as small as Tianjun Commandery in one go was already a rare yield.

Where to search next was, admittedly, a problem.

As he was pondering this, Wei Zhao suddenly felt a stir in his heart, and his face lit up with joy...

Moreover, Qiu Yingying knew that if she and her mother stayed in the Li family, they would certainly become a burden to her brother, a weakness he could not afford.

"Searching for him a thousand times in dreams"—with the movement technique driven at full force by Hu Ao, Hu Ao at once turned illusory and uncanny, passing straight through space to appear directly within the Fuxi Palace, as if by teleportation, yet it was not teleportation.

It seemed the hidden guards really did intend to make their move; though one truly could not say how the Human-Demon clan felt about being blown up by two bombs in quick succession.

As Qian Ziwei's close friend, the role Lin Ruonan would play in all this was certainly not to be overlooked.

In the next second, he let go and pulled Xiao Lan into a tight embrace, and with a clatter of footsteps they went up the stairs into a room, where for a time a warm, urgent, moaning divine imprint issued forth from within.

"Miss Xiaoqing, your reputation is well deserved. No wonder Zhang Xiong boasts to Wei Jie day after day that you are the finest assassin of our age!" Wei Jie said, giving a thumbs-up.

To be precise, it should be beneath the ground—this was a basement. When Li Xin saw clearly, there were two old men before the vehicle; one of them was Jiang Min, and the other he did not recognize.

Lei hesitated for a moment before nodding reluctantly, signaling his agreement with Fukuda Kazuo's decision.

Taking advantage of her inattention, I flung my hand and smashed the tortoise-shell totem; a golden silk map sprang out from the shattered fragments. I snatched it up at once and stuffed it into my pocket.

Huan Wei swung his sword desperately, striking aside every arrow that flew at him from the pass, while shouting loudly to the Jingzhou soldiers beside him.

Hearing Mo Yu's sudden remark, Lin Wuhen's face darkened; only after five seconds did it return to normal.

He was afraid of coming to see Mo Yu while in a fury, afraid his tone would wound her, afraid he would lose control of his emotions and do something he would regret.

"Let one strike decide the victor—that will also teach you that there is a kind of strength which, even at the same cultivation stage, is enough to drive you to despair!" Liu Qingzong said confidently.

He took out a finely carved rosewood box, on which were carved the Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea; the figures were lifelike, and even their expressions were rendered in exquisite, minute detail.

But having already boasted so boldly, he could not simply give up. Fortunately, Feiduan still had some sense; he gathered chakra at his feet and released it in an instant, then, riding the impact, barely forced his way forward.

"You shut up! Who eats from the same pot as you?" Qingyao had not understood the previous sentence, but this one she understood well enough, and she immediately shouted in fury.

"If you apologize to my disciple right now, I will consider letting you live," Jiang Yu said, directly ignoring Situ Xin's arrogance, his tone full of contempt.

Zhang Fei's urge to teach Hua Xiong a lesson was pressing, but Lü Bu, who felt himself ignored, did not let him have his way.

But heaven played another joke on Akai—the mysterious man could actually use the Eight Inner Gates as well, and that was no longer funny.

Not only that, the tremendous force transmitted from Hua Xiong's long saber invaded Niu Fu's internal organs, churning his blood and qi into turmoil; the palm gripping the spear was shaken until it split open, blood streaming down.

Dong Dazhi had always felt that the profession of doctor belonged to those of true virtue—purer, even, than those so-called saints and worthies.

I suppose it's just my bad luck. I should have thought of it earlier; if I had, I would have just stayed a night at the police station and come back tomorrow morning.