Chapter 51: Bridal Chamber

"What? No pursuit?" Everyone was stunned upon hearing this. Wasn't this simply watching a "cooked duck fly away"? Such a golden opportunity, once lost, would never be found again. The officers even thought it was a joke.

Who knows what has happened to the world economy over the past couple of years, leaving behind so many ruined factories. However, it was clear that Li Wei was wary of this. Having faced plenty of smear campaigns in his own country, wouldn't he be hounded to death now that he was playing away in Japan?

Within a tribe, the holder capable of controlling the power of the bloodline ancestral god was singular—none other than the Great Shaman. The might of the Great Shaman was thus intertwined with the heritage and prosperity of the tribe.

With a muffled gasp, a mouthful of blood spewed forth as Liu Chenyang's soft sword pierced Hu Tianming, pinning him to the wall alongside the blade. The blood trickled down the wound in a steady stream, staining the bed that was supposed to belong to him and Wan Ying a brilliant, glaring crimson. Hu Tianming watched as Liu Chenyang gathered Wan Ying into his embrace, and slowly closed his eyes.

Though he had no idea what "PK" meant, the alcohol had already arrived, so nothing else mattered; he would just go along with it.

As the chilling aura invaded, the moment it touched Wang Li's body, the internal force within him easily resisted and transformed it. He was hardly like Shi Long, whose inner strength was vast yet devoid of elemental true Qi, forced to rely on sheer internal force to endure while lacking "magic resistance." Not only did he resist, he absorbed it.

As an elder of the Rending Sword Sect, he had the obligation to cultivate elite and true inheritors. This peak had stood vacant for many years, and quite a few of the sect's true inheritors who cultivated here belonged to former elders' lineages, all of whom he had driven out.

One of the buyers agreed to meet with me, but to my dismay, this buyer was not the mysterious fourth buyer, but rather the buyer of the third goblin, "Gilt-silk," who was the chairman of the heavy industry corporation that manufactured spacecrafts.

"Yes, this is the symbol of a demonic pet," Black and White said crisply, sounding quite pleased.

"That sounds alright..." Li Wei's brows knitted tightly as he thought to himself: What is the point of having faith once you're dead?

Furthermore, Qin Chen had tasked him with protecting Ling Xiang properly. If anything went awry, he wouldn't be able to bear the responsibility.

The only regret was that he hadn't encountered an enemy whose physical strength exceeded five thousand catties; otherwise, he could have advanced the progress of [Brute Strength Subdues Ten Styles] along the way.

The remark dropped by Ling Xiang suddenly struck Qin Chen's heart like a sharp dagger.

Every time he went hunting in the mountains, he could hear the movements of prey from afar, allowing him to lead the group to bag a larger harvest.

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Being able to knock away a spiked club with a single arrow from over three paces away—such a terrifying eye for detail alone was no less than that of an ordinary master archer.

At Jiangshang Hospital, the moment Chang Lanzhi finished her call to Wang Mengsheng, the security department arrived to make inquiries.

Xu Runzhi was yet another of Ye Feng's concubines; how could you suggest introducing such a heavy hitter to me?

"Perhaps you should temporarily keep this military tally, Brother Zhang. I have yet to comprehend battle-energy, so holding it is of no use," Liu Liu declined politely.

As for his current attributes of strength, agility, and spirit, he already had plans to allocate his attribute points toward strength and agility.

However, when he saw the deeply furrowed brows of Lin Jingyun, his heart tightened involuntarily, and a wave of ominous foreboding suddenly surged within him.

Ma Dong parked the pink Hummer on a sparsely populated road and prepared to walk toward a nearby supermarket.

As expected of the Otherworld Blood Fiend Ranking, this strength was truly terrifying, leaving him behind by goodness knows how many streets.

He glanced toward a barbecue stall on the right and was just about to walk in that direction.

Conversely, the situation would become fraught with uncertainty. Should the Underworld Emperor see any hope of containing him, even if Ye Liushang were eventually to provoke the heavenly thunder tribulations, this ancient monster might still take a desperate gamble, commanding the elite forces remaining in the Nine Nether Underworld City to launch a decapitation strike and minimize his losses as much as possible.

Gu Yuan was not someone who stood on ceremony; only when it was just the two of them would he address Principal Zhou as "Old Zhou."

Drinking, listening to music, and conversing, the two of them looked precisely like old friends of many years.

If the Zhang family immediately turned their backs and refused to acknowledge connections after the Qin family met with misfortune, how would the Zhang family's business partners view them?

Yuan Hai reacted like a mouse seeing a cat; he harbored a deep, innate fear of Yuan Minghou.

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When he listed them out one by one, everyone in the Nine Heavens Palace was astonished. Li Xia's managerial capability actually surpassed that of the previous Nine Heavenly Kings, and many of them felt a deep sense of admiration toward him in their hearts.

"The two of you must not misunderstand. This baron has no other meaning; my intention was simply that I like my younger sister's 'temperament'—temperament, understand? Or rather, her personality?" Wen Qihang explained flusteredly and exasperatedly.

In fact, after that member of the Li family spoke those words, not only did Li Zetian realize the oversight he wished to point out at that moment, but the remaining members of the Li family present also had a sudden flash of insight, grasping exactly what was going on.

Take Han Ye-se, for instance; when Jiang Junhao had just debuted, she was already hosting alongside him as a popular actress.

For a moment, Li Shiyun's gaze toward Jia Sidao grew somewhat hazy and surreal. Could this really be the same man who had gone jade gambling with her and attended the jadeite auctions by her side?

And the foremost figure in each phalanx had a pitch-black mechanical cannon materialize out of thin air in their hand.

As for dominating the southern martial arts world and the rumor that had circulated in martial circles for many years regarding why Chen Dangxin never went south—it was said to be because of Cao Zhenglei. Thus the legend spread.

Liu Yu had no intention of explaining it to them; after all, a gap of several hundred or a thousand years could not be elucidated with just a few words. And he simply did not have that kind of time.

He was luckier than Guan Yu because there was no commanding general presiding over the enemy forces, making his slaughter much easier than Guan Yu's. There was even a slight possibility of turning defeat into victory.

Little did he know that precisely because the Demon Young Master was a deeply scheming and supremely intelligent individual, the moment he learned Chu Chen was still alive, the image of that young man called Lin Ri from the recent Battle of Mad City flashed into his mind.

Although she scraped by every time by flying low to the ground, Fu Jun knew this was not a long-term solution. If Madam Zheng kept pulling this trick, Fu Jun definitely ran the risk of seeing her grades downgraded.

No one had ever imagined that the bond between the Azure-Scaled Dragon Wolf and the Vajra Asura King would be so close; they were comrades who could truly entrust their backs to one another.

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