Fazhen glanced at him, his tone utterly unruffled: "Criminals are people too. Since he has already paid the price he owed, he ought to be given a chance to start over."

His gaze swept across the whole assembly, and he spoke as though lecturing them: "One cannot be so narrow-minded in life."

The place instantly erupted.

The entire crowd was seething...

Yet the moment one channeled spiritual energy into one's eyes, one would discover that the baleful aura had been hovering around his body all along.

If the strength of these experts had all been suppressed, that would be understandable. But by now their strength had long since recovered—so why were they still unable to escape the Eighteen Levels of Hell? Could it be that the Eighteen Levels of Hell possessed some special mechanism?

Love returns to the heart, resentment returns to the dust; clouds upon the peak, the moon upon the mountain. As for what came next, listen to the next installment.

The expert who had been speaking stopped there. Whether Ye Mo appeared or not, the outcome of this battle was already decided; naturally, what they hoped for was that Ye Mo would appear—even if he died in battle, that was still better than fleeing without a fight.

Though Wufeng's words startled Fang Yiyu greatly, he had no mind to spare for this matter of the underground passage. The reason was simple: he had to return to the Asura Realm in the shortest time possible.

Ling Han was retreating again and again, already backed to the edge of the arena—one more step and she would be forced off the platform, and this match would count as a loss. Gou Qie was instantly invigorated, barking "Woof, woof!" in encouragement as he launched a flurry of scissor kicks, and in an instant the arena's entrance was shrouded in a dense forest of leg shadows.

So for Xu Zhiming and the others, having the chance to keep following Yang Ming and continue filming was simply cause for great delight.

The male cultivator he faced also had mid-Foundation Establishment cultivation, but perhaps because he had been cooped up on the high platform for so long, his whole body shook like a sifting sieve, and he did not even dare look his opponent in the eye.

Golden Core-stage ghost generals were no easy foes, though the three of them together had a fighting chance. But that premise required them to wipe out the ghost general and the few ghost soldiers trailing him within the time it took to drink a cup of tea. If they were caught by the next squad of ghost generals, the consequences would be unimaginable.

This was Yang Ming's first formal speech at the Golden Flame Awards. Last year he had also won the Best Original Film Score award, but at the time he had been entangled in lawsuits and had been unable to come accept the prize in person. This year, bearing the title of "Four-Billion Director," he had won the Golden Flame Award once again, and his influence was vastly different from last year's.

After the bomb incident, Song Shanqiao felt that the assassination attempt had been aimed at Yan Zihui and that he had merely been caught in the crossfire. Fearing that staying on would bring danger, he discussed the matter with Governor Yan and decided to leave Jizhou for Xicheng, and from there move on to Shanghai.

"Let's go eat, and we'll bring something back for her later." Yi Huan had no intention of standing there like a fool waiting.

Just as she was worrying about Chunli, Chunli really did appear over there—and brazenly blocking the way ahead, no less.

More than ten minutes earlier, Ah Fu had already woken up. Hearing Ji Wei say that Ah Fu and his father were swimming over by the pool, and bent on sneaking a peek at Jiujiu's figure, Ah Fu had shamelessly run over.

Once a human chose to become a Guardian Envoy and carried the "Sacred Plan" upon their person, they would automatically become a Soul Refiner.

Say what you will, Han Zhi really had treated Shen Huan quite well. Last time, worried for Shen Huan's life, he had braved enormous risk to warn Shen Huan of the Eastern Depot's conspiracy; now, seeing that someone meant to move against Shen Huan, he had once again been the first to wait for Shen Huan outside Mochou Lake.

At the horse market there were sellers of horses, sellers of donkeys, and sellers of oxen, as well as those selling carts together with the horses.

His face flushed crimson, he was laughing wildly with excitement when he choked on his own saliva and began coughing violently.

MJ had already left San Francisco, while Madonna and Zhang Shaojie were in the honeymoon blush of passionate love and naturally could not bear to part.