Volume 1, Chapter 59: Overplaying One's Hand

As soon as the Maybach merged onto the North Third Ring Road, Ling Dongyan's phone began to ring.

He pressed the speakerphone button, and no sooner had the call duration ticked from zero to one second than Mu Yuan's incredulous voice rang out.

Meanwhile, Su Chen, acting as a fully autonomous free agent who was entirely in control of himself, had already caught up from behind, not falling behind by even a single step.

Some people are still hung up on issues regarding certain settings. I have explained it countless times, and honestly, I don't even know what else to say.

"Brother, can't you even support me properly?" The man being helped stumbled and hit the ground with a thud, looking up at the apologizing Li Qi.

Zhuang Hanzi, however, remained unhurried. Gently waving his folding fan, his gaze seemed to sense something as it fell upon Liu Cong's hand, which was tightly gripping the short sword at his waist, and he let out a soft, mocking chuckle.

In the prominent cinematic blockbusters of this era, almost only top-tier, well-known actors were qualified to appear.

This made the Jade Emperor quite displeased, as he assumed the Queen Mother was somewhat reluctant to take part in the filming of this drama.

What satisfied Guanyin Bodhisattva the most this time was the surprise Li Lie had given her. It was akin to buying a piece of wood for ten yuan, only to discover later that it was precious agarwood.

As long as this spirit within the mirror was slain, not only would he be able to leave the inner world of the Kunlun Mirror, but he might even be able to master the Kunlun Mirror as a magical treasure.

The disciples of the Crimson Maple Valley, the Myriad Buddha Sect, and the Nine Suns Temple seemed to hold mutual prejudices against one another, each remaining strictly within their own sect's circles.

The man looked at Yun Qian for a moment, then finally found a patch of grass to sit down on. The moment Yun Qian saw this, she hurriedly scurried over and sat down beside him. Of course she knew Xingyue wouldn't let her off the hook so easily, which was why she had to stick close to the man—at the very least, it offered her a layer of protection.

"What the hell is that?" Ye Chen instinctively turned his head, the water cupped in his palms spilling all over the ground. He was far too familiar with this sound.

The Juehua Sword pierced into the Tai Chi diagram, yet it could not advance even an inch further. Shi Jue kept shifting his position, stepping in accordance with the momentum of the Tai Chi. All the white jade floor tiles on the ground shattered into fine powder.

At present, the Temple faction was preparing for the second purge against Yuan Hao's Qilin Legion. Once this data leaked, the attention of the Temple would inevitably be drawn to the matter, thereby neutralizing the crisis facing Yuan Hao and his companions.

Outside the restroom, Gu Qianyi had already washed up in the bathroom of another room and changed into a clean set of clothes.

So be it! Setting aside the steamed bun, Yun Qian lay straight back, closing her slightly aching eyes. This was fine, too.

Renault frowned, unsure of what Murong Yan's intentions were. After all, both he and Meng Yun possessed the wolf clan's movement techniques. Although they had been modified, once discovered, it would invite endless trouble.

However, owing to her bloodline, she learned combat experience at a terrifying speed. Within just a few hundred rounds, the Frost Sisters were already beginning to find the going quite tough.

[Blade of Cleaving], a simple name, even a rather tacky one, which made Du Yi feel both fond of it and exasperated by it.

The fat man was exceptionally nimble. Scarcely had I finished shouting when he threw one end of the cable toward me. However, his accuracy was slightly off, as it missed my hands and landed a distance away from me.

Precisely because there were so many people wandering around, drinking, and chatting late into the night, the probability of them spotting Chen Lingxing was much higher. Chen Lingxing was carrying all the divine artifacts, especially long weapons like the God-Worshipping Spear and the Demon-Subduing Pestle; his target was simply too conspicuous and would definitely be seen by someone.

As time passed, this oppressive aura grew heavier and heavier, causing the scalps of the two men below to go numb, while the bones throughout their bodies emitted faint, cracking sounds. Just as the two felt they had reached their absolute limit, the pressure enveloping their entire bodies suddenly vanished into thin air, and the entire sky returned to its former tranquility.