Chapter 59

Bai Tianyi was knocked flat to the ground by a single palm strike, filled with shock and rage as he felt as though all the bones in his body were about to shatter.

The terrifying might contained within the blade radiance erupted, and its ferocious impact directly smashed Yun Lan down from mid-air.

"Understood," Yang Qi replied respectfully. The lifespan of a Martial Emperor powerhouse is calculated in tens of millions of years. Emperor Wu Shi has only lived for ten thousand years, so he still has a very long time left, and he might return to Earth at any given moment.

However, wanting to dodge now was already a bit too late. Yet right at this moment, he suddenly caught sight of Xia Ming. A ruthless glint flashed across his eyes, and reaching out, he viciously grabbed straight toward Xia Ming.

Presently, Yang Qi's comprehension of the Dao of Time had also encountered a slight bottleneck, making it difficult to achieve a breakthrough in the short term. Continuing to comprehend it further would yield no results, so the three of them discussed the matter and decided to set out to slay the mysterious man.

"Very well! It is just this maid overthinking things!" As long as her master was not feeling sad, A Qiao had nothing more to say.

From then on, Wulu would be reduced to a cripple, wishing for death rather than life. Even if the Heavenly Doctor were to intervene, he might not be curable; if it were them, they would rather commit suicide.

Lu Ci was somewhat unable to tell whether these words of his were, as usual, indulging and abetting Yue Ge's greed, or if he was genuinely concerned for her safety.

The brother and sister sat chatting around the stove while King Yin intently roasted sweet potatoes. Yin An spoke desultorily about matters within the temple, and occasionally, during a moment of abstraction, remarked that if Maiden Fang were a divine envoy, one could only wonder how heartbroken young master Wang would be.

This was a blood-colored jade sword containing the imperial blood essence, possessing boundless might and capable of killing monarch-level powerhouses in a second.

However, Ji Ting's death was different. The Duke of Xun died for his country—what an illustrious glory that was. Now that he had returned from the dead, it simply defied reason, which was why Ji Ting was still wearing a disguise at this time.

Fresh blood rained down, and countless severed limbs and broken arms, churning with blood, splattered across the people. Four figures appeared high above, illuminating the crowd like gods of war, while the beasts were also left dazed by this sudden, fierce assault.

After returning to Ye Ling's home, I sat on the sofa watching television while waiting for them to return. After waiting for quite a while, leaning against the sofa, I grew somewhat drowsy.

Right at that moment, Liu Wanting, having finished using the restroom next door, sensed something was amiss. Bei Wuyue was actually not in the living room. Thinking that this fellow must have run off to play, she prepared to gather her sisters to drag him back, only to find the door to Dongfang Rusuo's room wide open.

Because of her words, Lu Chengxi let out a low chuckle, his fingers lightly grazing An Nuan's nose tip as he said with overflowing pampering affection.

Clinging to this mindset, Dongfang Rusuo immediately began a sweeping spree with Bei Wuyue. Bei Wuyue instantly turned into a tailing tag-along, closely following his wife while serving as an automatic card-swiping machine and free laborer.

Yet even knowing all this, what of it? Ye Yeze felt no shred of consideration for Ji Wanji. His mind and eyes were entirely consumed by power. In truth, Ye Yeze had never changed; what he wanted, and what he tirelessly pursued from beginning to end, was solely that endless power.

After getting off work, An Nuan drove around North City before returning to Nanzhu Courtyard. The black Maybach parked inside gave her just-calmed heart a sharp tug.

Mid-morning, I came out of the company after settling my accounts. Originally thinking the manager would calm down and ask me to stay, it wasn't until I went to finance that I realized I had overthought it—they had long since cleared my wages.

It was basically late at night, after I had already fallen into a deep sleep, that he would call. I asked him several times whether the situation at the factory was serious, but he only told me it was fine.

The speaker was an elderly man with a face full of white beard, his expression one of extreme panic, while the clansmen behind him looked even more terrified.

There were two gates each in the north and south, and one in each of the east and west. The streets within the city were laid out in a grid pattern. To facilitate the galloping of cavalry, the streets were very wide, and the city contained more than twenty wards such as Chongyi. Apart from the glittering imperial palace and a small number of aristocratic residences, commoners mostly lived in low-ceilinged earth-walled houses or rammed-earth dwellings.

Realizing this, Su Xinyuan's heart suffered a violent jolt, and he instinctively turned his head to search all around. What met his gaze, however, was absolute emptiness, with not a single figure present.

To his surprise, those lieutenant captains who had been so fierce just moments before all wore expressions of pain and frustration upon seeing Xiao Di step out to steal their business, yet none of them dared to utter a word of mockery, let alone challenge Xiao Di to a fight.

"Stop eating these things. I will roast fish for you to eat," Ning Fan said instead of accepting the beef jerky.

"Very good, Captain Shi. I will arrest Ning Fan right away," the police officer hastily replied. Since he had Shi Kun's orders, he had nothing to worry about; anyway, he was merely following instructions.

Complaining aside, enter they still must. Taking a deep breath and exchanging a glance, the two Suns flickered and successively darted into the passage.

After Sasaki Yanying vanished, a moment later, a vague human figure faintly materialized in a certain hidden spot, drawing closer.

The ability to gather breath into a line is the exclusive patent of innate martial artists; acquired martial artists are utterly incapable of condensing vocal lines. That man had never expected that he would actually provoke an innate martial artist—furthermore, one a hundred or a thousand times stronger than himself.

The two Sun Wukongs pointed at each other while shouting anxiously at Sun Li, leaving Sun Li with a massive headache. The two Sun Wukongs were identical in appearance, attire, and even shared the same voice, demeanor, and cultivation level. Though Sun Li had already activated his Fiery Eyes of Truth, he still could not tell which one was real and which was fake.

As they were speaking, Baili Hongzhuang's gaze suddenly landed on the sachet at Jin Zilan's waist, and a look of confusion inevitably surfaced in her eyes.