And among all those top elders whose manners were so ugly to behold, Elder Wen was famed far and wide for his loyalty and sense of honor.

Similar affairs had cropped up more than once or twice before, but whenever Elder Wen's name was attached, every last one of them had been suppressed without exception.

By any measure, this latest matter was in neither scale nor nature any graver than those earlier ones—in fact, it was considerably lighter.

With Elder Wen's influence, squashing something like this was a matter of a single word.

Even in his wildest dreams could Qian Liu never have imagined that, toward...

What Huang Yuan had not expected, however, was that Li Feifei should be on the plane as well; she was being hurried along toward the exit just now—no doubt Li Jiaxing had deliberately separated her out to spare them all the awkwardness.

Before Shen Moyi, Xiao Qing, and the other two could even react, the dark-faced man and his brothers were already lying on the ground.

"He's left!" Top-Grade Bubble had clearly sensed the other party's departure, and said to Shimura Yang.

After Lei Wudi unleashed those two gazes imbued with the power of annihilation, his purple eyes instantly turned a dull ashen hue, and two trails of blood burst from them—plainly he had suffered no light injury. But if it meant killing Mu Tian, then he had still come out ahead.

She did like Yang Jingchen, because Yang Jingchen truly existed in her life; Yang Jingchen knew what pleased her and worked to win her heart.

"I'll see you on your way." Hu Xiao said no more; his figure flickered, and light as a wraith he came to stand beside Yan Tianbei, reaching out to pat him on the shoulder.

Good weapons were simply too important to a ninja, to a ninja village—if everyone possessed divine blades and peerless arms, they in Konoha could probably bowl over the entire ninja world with ease.

"Nine is the extreme of all numbers, ten is perfection; yet the Stele of Heaven and Earth appears only in the tenth ten-thousand-year, after every nine ten-thousand-years have passed. That is why only the Nine Great Wonders are handed down in this world," the Old Ape King continued.

The Heavy Peak King Body ranks seventy-sixth upon the King Body Ranking; such a constitution is still far stronger than the Sword King Body and the Crimson Flame King Body.

Leaving behind that one cold, sharp remark, he lifted Nan Zhouhui's arm, plucked the silver hairpin from atop his head, and with a swish stabbed it into his finger; thick black blood at once came gushing out.

Whether it was Team Firmament or Team Shadow, the jungler's first gank upon reaching level four was always of the utmost importance.

Every single one of your photographs—I deleted them all, one by one. In truth there were only a handful. But seeing your faces, I could not let go, could not calm myself. So better a sharp pain than a lingering one.

As for this outcome, Meng Yuwan had long since guessed it. Luo Niang was a woman of striking beauty who prized money above all else and whose tongue was venomous to the extreme. In the brothel some girls who failed to drum up customers would be cursed out a good many times a day, and she in particular loved to drag up their sorest shortcomings, leaving those girls with tears brimming in their eyes.

Separated—truly separated now. She stared at the photo of the two of them on her phone, held back her tears, and deleted every last one. He deleted her contact information one by one, and his chest ached with pain.

In the man's hand was a snow-white bone fan, which he slowly waved; the smile playing at his lips made Meng Yuwan, for some reason, feel a little afraid.

In an instant, a power terrible beyond all measure enveloped the whole interior of the mountain; the Void Sword Saint, who had been about to speak, went rigid on the spot. His illusory body trembled without cease, and he swore that never in all his days had he witnessed a divine aura so overbearingly powerful.

The slip of paper grew damp from the sweat seeping from Meng Yuwan's palm; she stared fixedly at those few characters, her lips parting, silently reading them over several times—then suddenly she laughed.

He had thought himself unrivaled in cheekiness, but today he discovered there was someone in this world even cheekier than he.

Upon seeing the mirage, Lu Chen's first reaction was, strangely enough, surprise—and hard on its heels, delight.

"Think you can run? Not so easy!" The two zither masters had decided to make enemies of Ye Chen and the others, and so they cast aside all thought of the private friendship of the past two days; their strings stirred, and a sky full of note-elements swirled above their heads.