That was no exaggeration in the slightest.

As things stood now, once the Blasphemy Art landed its opening strike, Wei Zhao immediately became, in Hu Suan's eyes, nothing but a living, breathing target.

Not only were all three of his divine techniques rendered unusable—even the three great blade forms he kept as his final trump card had their energy circuits forcibly severed in that instant, leaving him unable to call upon them at all.

That was just how brutally domineering the Blasphemy Art was.

On Hu Suan's side, by contrast, his movement technique was pushed to its absolute limit at once, and he circled Wei Zhao ceaselessly, probing him this way and that—though he did not strike out rashly.

After all...

He was seen walking slowly past Lin Nuansheng, climbing the steps one by one toward the main hall, and when he reached the highest point, he suddenly spread both arms wide.

A Ji glanced at Zhao Shizhi; Xue Jiangli, knowing what he was wary of, sent Zhao Shizhi away on an errand.

If Su Zhanhai had once been merely a reliable subordinate, now he could be regarded as something like a son or nephew.

Li Hanlin still did not understand why they were fighting over even a single minute; all he knew was that when he used the computer to simulate their trajectories of movement, he found that these evolved beings seemed to be converging on one another.

He had once said that four beams of golden light were enough that even the Ghost King would not dare withstand them—but there was another sentence he had left unspoken: that if one did withstand those four beams of golden light, then one had withstood them, and that was that.

"This... this is just too delicious!" Li Dake chewed twice, and light fairly burst from his eyes. Staring at the empty plate, he wondered whether he ought to order another.

But once a base existed, things were different: any user to whom Li Hanlin granted base management authority could use the base's construction function to build a portion of the system's structures.

He looked again at that left leg, once mottled black and blue—now it had turned crystalline and translucent, flawless and perfect.

Jiang Yan, being genuinely unfamiliar with the situation inside Cao Family Fort, found himself at a loss for what comforting words to say.

Linglong did not let him finish the remaining half of his sentence; she simply stopped the words he meant to say next with her mouth.

Su Bingqin walked forward step by step, while Lie Xuqing before her kept smoothly to a posture ready to attack at any moment.

"Eldest Senior Brother! Eldest Senior Brother! Wuwuwu—" The fat youth lay sprawled over the tall, lean young man's corpse, weeping bitterly.

Su Bingqin returned to her own courtyard—the courtyard she had been assigned ever since she was three years old.

The assembled crowd answered in assent, and then dispersed; Qingfeng, Xiao Yi, Xiao Wanting, and Xiao Juxian naturally departed together with the clan head, Xiao Chuxiong.

"Why didn't you keep it for yourself? If you hadn't said anything, I would never have known," Lin Jin asked in astonishment.

He had thought it was merely Li Xiao's wild fancy, and had allowed them to search separately only to give this elite firefighter some face—yet to his surprise, they had actually found the person.

A breeze drifted past, and Shen Miaoqing caught a whiff of fragrance. She halted and looked back: the escort vehicles had already been shut, and the convoy was driving away.

It spread its arms and gazed up at the leaden sky; the rain fell, yet left not the slightest trace upon its body.

She could tell that Su Jing's father was certainly a master of the martial arts as well—and with a temper that violent, he would most likely end up in a fight with Tang Sanqian.

The young Daoist priest Lian had long since been frightened out of his wits; he stared at his father in terror, as though utterly afraid that some mishap was about to befall him as well.

Yet how could Gu Chen tolerate the gray luminescence returning into his own body? With a cold snort, the two golden pillars of light shot from his eyes abruptly reversed and sped straight back to pierce his brow.

Jiang Chengce searched the nearby street corners and the surrounding shops in frantic anxiety, yet still found no trace of Princess Jingzi. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he braced both hands on his knees and kept peering in every direction, gasping for breath, hoping to catch sight of her—only to end in disappointment.

"The doctor says you've got alcohol poisoning. Don't drink so much from now on—your family will worry..." Tao Xiu thought it over and decided he still had a duty, as a professor, to offer a reminder to Gu Qingkuang; the man was, after all, an outstanding student.