Chapter 59: The Temperature Rises Again

A chilling voice echoed from behind Wang Ziyue, causing him to pause, a faint smile appearing in his eyes. Watching as the Third Elder continued to attack him, his body suddenly convulsed in spite of himself, a sense of hopeless dread instantly enveloping him. The murderous intent in the air spread wantonly, leaving him unable to discern from which direction the danger would come.

Prince Ning was clearly somewhat parched, sipping his hot tea in silence, his expression rather unpleasant.

Overhead, thunderclouds gathered. If An Bochen were to return to his blessed land, both Yuanjing Sect and he himself would undoubtedly be exposed to the clear light of day.

Such a Tang Jingyun had undoubtedly won Tao Mingkang over, especially as she grew more formidable; he even felt a rising sense of pride in her achievements.

Three-tier energy could traverse from one planet to another. This was within Yan Cheng’s expectations.

That afternoon, Xu Feng did not go to work. After calling Director Xiao to request a leave, he went straight back to the villa.

The doctor was stunned, disbelief clear on his face. In all honesty, if he were in that position, he would never do such a thing! If that excellent potion were his, he would surely keep it to sell at a high price. Even if supplied to the hospital, it would still require payment!

The Voidfire ignited from within the Mo Yun refined steel, gradually melting it completely and suspending it in the air. Once melted, the steel was remarkably pure, swirling in the air like a mass of dark clouds.

Her eyes opened in the darkness, as if searching for something in the endless black. She felt her love for Jiang Ye was beginning to spiral out of control. She loved him too deeply, had invested too much; unconsciously, she’d lost mastery over herself.

Not to mention that the great demon secretly controlling this place hailed from Cloud-Splitting Mountain—even if the former master of Cloud-Splitting Mountain himself descended, as long as he had committed crimes, Huijue would not show even the slightest fear or mercy.

After making a round with Lin Liren, Liang Shan arrived at a blackjack table. The dealer was a middle-aged man, and each round involved large bets. As usual, after watching two hands, Liang Shan signaled Lin Liren to go all in. The dealer frowned but said nothing; he had seen bigger gamblers before.

At that moment, Huijue’s gaze met those of the charred corpse on the ground. Huijue’s eyes widened, disbelief flooding his expression.

As for the number of followers, it was soaring at a tremendous rate. Just moments ago, it had been only 110,000; now, it had already reached 120,000.

Aiya’s joining the Church of the Divine Sprite was also known to the High Priest. Although, according to the Pact of the Gods, believers were free to choose whom to worship, all other royal families remained devoted to the God of Eternal Night; only Aiya had turned to the Church of the Divine Sprite.

However, his surname was Yun, so strictly speaking, he was also of the Yun clan—just not from the branch of Yun Tianfang, but the line of Yun Tiankong, the head of the Yun Sect.

Li Shangshan, however, keenly caught the flaw in Li Yunhui’s words, and asked uneasily.

As soon as he finished speaking, the youth surnamed Wu attacked for the first time, his feet moving in mysterious patterns, his longsword dancing. The spiritual energy of the void surged with his sword, gradually enveloping it, forming an even larger, sharper spiritual blade.

Seeing his speechless look, Aunt Lan covered her mouth and giggled for quite a while; her laughter and expression were truly enchanting.

What’s more, Nuha had seen this kind of flame with his own eyes. That was why he could immediately recognize the fire in Jia’er’s hand as the infamous Soul-attaching Flame, the Netherworld Fire, known throughout the Dark World.

Wei Qingqing did not know much about the distribution of military power in the capital, only that if anyone wished to stage a coup and force the emperor’s hand, they would at least have to control the Imperial Guard protecting the Martial Emperor personally, as well as the Nine Gates Infantry and five patrol battalions responsible for the entire imperial city’s security.

The two brothers, one in black and one in white, hiding in the shadows, had long noticed the dark figure trailing Ling Xuan with ulterior motives.

Cousin? Gu Ye glanced indifferently at Gangzi. This guy claimed Brother Chen had never had a childhood sweetheart? And this icy, jade-like cousin—where did she come from? Didn’t they say cousin relationships were prone to trouble?

About ten meters above Xia Fan and the others was a cliff three or four meters high. Xia Fan pointed in that direction and walked over.

Mist curled about, and atop the green peak, clouds drifted as if to pierce the sky. The floating white clouds looked even more ethereal through the haze. Beneath the clouds lay a verdant mountain; from above, it appeared as if veiled, shrouded in misty ambiguity.

“Why has no one mentioned it before, and why have I never seen you use it?” Chu Ze asked.

Originally, he had wanted to chat a bit more, perhaps ask whether the police or traffic officers had troubled him, but now he had lost the desire.

The next day was overcast; a crescent moon shyly hid behind the dark clouds, plunging the vast Forbidden City into darkness.

This action startled Han Qianyu; he realized that all the villagers’ eyes were suddenly fixed on him, waiting for his response.

She made no secret of her intentions, which were simply to make it easier to collect “Primordial Energy.”

“Ahem! Your Majesty is going too far!” Outside the shop, Changsun Wuji coughed and reminded him solemnly.

If the machine gun were introduced and deployed on a large scale, its concentrated firepower would indeed give the Great Heng Unified Army a tremendous advantage. Yet, mishandled, it could also destroy their current superiority.

Her head itched the most; she scratched hard, making her long curly hair a tangled mess, like a bird’s nest.

Yet Lu Qinghai seemed not to hear Mo Jue’s words at all; without even glancing at him, he panted on his own.

“Yes, I ask Lord Mito for your approval,” Orochimaru replied, not thinking her polite address was genuine.

What’s noteworthy is that the ship was not crippled by the 350mm main guns of the battlecruiser, but by the 200mm main guns of the East Sea-class heavy cruiser.

Shen Yin considered for a moment, feeling Yan Pei’s suggestion was quite reasonable, and under his guidance found the nearest restroom.

It must be said, Zhao Tiezhu was indeed worthy of being the Vice Sect Master of the Sect of Famous Artifacts. His skill was extraordinary; he personally forged a hotpot for Xu Fan exactly as described, completing it in one go.