He had seen those who held the whole world in contempt, but this was the first time he had ever seen anyone dare to hold the Heavenly Dao itself in such open contempt.

Lin Hongchou's tone was utterly certain: "It is you who deceive the Heavenly Dao, you who take the Heavenly Dao so lightly. Everything I have said today comes from a clear conscience—the Heavenly Dao will never forsake me!"

Wei Zhao: "..."

He could now be certain that this woman had truly brainwashed herself into an idiot.

Seeing Wei Zhao fall silent, the arrogance in Lin Hongchou that had just been suppressed instantly flared up again...

"Damn it, if he were my match, would I still be alive?" Yu Liang lifted his clothes, revealing that wound.

By the time the invisibility talisman lost its effect, Lan Huohuo and I had arrived at a grassland—an endless expanse of grassland.

At that moment, the Qingkong Pillar that Long Xing had hurled forward was already upon them, slamming viciously into the cultivator.

And when the Dagong avian soldiers saw that their general was dead, their morale instantly crumbled. Without a king-level figure to hold the line, they no longer had the means to plunder—they did not even dare let their birds fly any lower. Some had already begun urging their mounts to leave this place.

Watching the figure recede into the distance, Xia Meng's expression was complicated—there was regret, there was reluctance, but more than anything, there was delight.

"N-nothing... I wasn't thinking anything..." Yu Liang had a poor tolerance for alcohol; one cup of baijiu and his face was flushed red, his neck thick with blood.

Yu Liang saw that the dog had opened its mouth wide, its breathing seeming to grow more and more labored; it wanted to bark, but in the end, no sound came out.

"Moo—moo—moo!" The low, mournful blast of a bullhorn sounded; the alarm had been raised—their whereabouts were exposed.

In the past, because of Lord Wu'an's identity as a Golden Immortal, they could tolerate sharing power—after all, it took three Golden Immortals to prop up the skeleton of the Great Qin Divine Court.

Before Zhou Xu could fly into a rage, Long Huan had already sent people to apologize first, weeping and wailing; Zhou Xu could only console them properly, yet there was nothing he could do.

This was reasonable—an eternal, irrefutable truth. Zhuo Yang could only let it go, forced to swallow the indignation churning in his belly.

However, because the matter of overseas trade had stirred up such a storm in the imperial court, the doubts raised about Li Hongyu seemed insignificant and drew no attention from the officials of the capital.

About a month after that three-legged toad went missing, following a torrential downpour, a shocking and bizarre incident occurred at Ahu's house in our village—and it brought an unexpected turn to the matter.

The trembling and the howling were like two unmistakable signals; after that, faint impact sounds began to echo continuously from the floor of the mine tunnel. Though the sound was not yet loud, one could already tell that its source was moving from far to near.

You see Coach Lannick's flaw now, don't you! At the critical moment, he cannot identify the crux of the critical problem—he is far too idealistic, and whatever pops into his head when his blood runs hot, he acts on.

Suddenly, the rapidly spinning vortex of air currents had turned completely dark gold; the dark gold energy contained within seemed to have reached its limit, and streaks of dark gold light abruptly shot out from it. The searing energy poured straight into the depths of Jinyang's mind, and at once, a sharp pain surged through his head.

Zhao Qian lightly pricked the tip of her right index finger, drew a drop of fresh blood, and flicked it onto the storage pouch. Then she circulated her magical power, refining that drop of blood into the pouch's restrictive spell; in a short while, the refinement was complete.

"And then? Hmph, then we'll talk back at the bureau! Arrest them!" The man leading the squad gave a cold snort, his face dark and sinister, and flung out his hand with a roar.

Half-ruined broken walls, the vast ruins of a palace, severely weathered roads, yellow sand filling the sky, and in the distant horizon, a brooding darkness as though a storm were about to break... It was hard to imagine that twenty-five hundred years ago, this had been the most glorious place on what was once a glorious continent—the royal capital of the ancient Rhine Empire.

Jinyang could not help but think in a daze: could he himself forge such a miracle, one without precedent and without parallel?

This sword had lived as long as the Jie Sect; from now on, it would have a new master. Tongtian touched it lightly with two fingers, from the hilt all the way to the tip, and a faint, clear ring rippled forth.