16 That Fellow
The palace of the Moon Goddess was filled with the intoxicating fragrance of osmanthus, and everywhere the eye could see, branches were adorned with clusters of moonlit osmanthus blossoms. But this time, beneath the osmanthus trees, rows of white shrubs had been planted, bearing numerous orange-yellow buds that looked warm and beautiful from afar.
After the candle flame flickered out, Nikola Kade’s magical scroll was just unleashed when Li Chen countered with another move—Holly Rain.
Dusk approached, and the horizon was gradually draped in a veil of orange-red, with strips of white ribbons fluttering within the glowing mist, their colors shifting one after another.
As she spoke, the surrounding red spider lilies burst into flames once more, transforming into a firestorm that swept across everything.
As for Lord Wu’an, he does not exist in the present era, though historically there were a few, such as Murong Longcheng during the founding of the Great Yan dynasty. However, the massacre of four hundred thousand surrendered soldiers is unparalleled throughout history.
With a flash of white light, as if time itself reversed, the wound that once ran deep to the bone began to heal rapidly, visibly closing until it vanished completely.
Lord Qiu stood still, chuckling softly as he reached out and firmly grasped Cheng Hui’s wrist, twisting it sharply until a crack echoed, followed by a cry of pain.
The higher one’s comprehension, the more terrifying their mastery of the laws becomes. Among the leaders, some veterans who deeply understand one or multiple laws possess such overwhelming power that they can effortlessly slaughter opponents of equal rank.
Four elder gentlemen each held a cup of milk tea, lined up shoulder to shoulder, sipping leisurely as they dominated the street corner.
No sooner had the words fallen than a thick aura of spiritual energy enveloped Guo Chengyi, who then unleashed a fierce series of punches. Only Jin Bujue could fully perceive the force behind these strikes. Narrowing his eyes, Jin Bujue showed a serious expression, sensing that this set of punches might threaten him.
Yet, Lan Qian took only ten years to rise from a low-level martial marquis to a high-level martial king—a pace that commanded deep admiration.
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“It’s only a few days for the wedding; it won’t delay your affairs,” Hao Xiuying said, casting him a displeased glance.
“Uncle Fang, please inform Grandfather I’m heading back now,” Qin Xue said as she sat in the car. Tang Doudou got out, retrieved her car keys from Wu Fan, and climbed in to drive the vehicle after Qin Xue.
All of Ji Yun’s achievements stemmed from the mentorship of his past life’s master, Dugu Qiubai. Ji Yun vowed that the first thing he would do upon growing stronger was to seek out his master.
Now that everything at home was secure and with Gu Mo as a reliable pillar of support, what was there left to worry about? Could one fret over their family forever?
The shop looked freshly painted in vermilion lacquer, everything brand new, clearly recently opened yet bustling with activity. Those coming and going were all wealthy or noble. Mingzhu scratched her head, feeling sure it was destined to become a famous shop, yet she couldn’t recall ever hearing about it in her past life.
To be called a master, Jue Mingzi’s alchemy skills were naturally formidable. He and Chong He were entirely different types. Chong He practiced orthodox alchemy, the academic school, while Jue Mingzi’s methods included many folk techniques, belonging to the folk school. Their fusion produced many shining points.
Wu Fan walked to Class Two and saw Tang Doudou and Qin Xue had already returned. Tang Doudou was even resting her head on the desk, probably asleep.
“Hehe, good. You all enjoy some time in the manor’s scenery. I’ll go buy ingredients and register at the Hunters’ Guild,” Wang Bugui said with a smile, then turned to leave.
After all, Cui Wei’s strength was limited. Bringing her along meant Jiang Feng would have to take care of her, which would be inefficient.
Bing Lan suddenly felt a surge of power fill her body. She began to swim upward with all her might, heading toward Qing Yu’s dazzling silver fish tail. A doctor would never abandon their patient; a patient would fight desperately to survive. And Bing Lan—what right did she have to give up?
Lei Ming had experience absorbing spiritual souls in the Great Black Mountain. That night was filled with nightmares, but now there was no time to dwell on such thoughts. The giant crocodile’s spiritual soul had changed from yellow to slate gray and would soon dissipate entirely.
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Scenes from the past flashed through Yan Shu’s mind as she closed her eyes tightly, holding him close with both arms.
The ground was uneven, composed of rocky terrain and soft mud. The muddy parts had grown wild grass, and the three of them trudged through the mountain land, stepping high and low.
Later, when Xuantian Mountain was breached by the Netherworld Demon Lord, the Xuantian treasure vanished without a trace.
Bing Lan felt as if a hundred feet of ice suddenly surged from her brow downward, the once-stagnant warmth flooding through her body. The pain was excruciating, yet she laughed heartily.
Li Qing immediately recognized the fruit—it was the Blood Origin Fruit! Judging by its appearance, it was at least a hundred years old.
Shen Tu taught him methods to upgrade bone weapons by finding suitable spiritual souls and condensing them into the bone weapon, yielding unexpected effects. Although the technique was promising, he had yet to try it.
As the battle reached its peak, Kratos once again transformed into a demon god. At this moment, Astaroth’s power was fully unleashed. The raging green flames, though less domineering than heavenly fire, were more vicious and poisonous, able to corrode even the bodies of deities.
Head, neck, chest, abdomen, lower body, limbs... Kratos was a sturdy and skilled warrior who, with expert combat technique, danced dangerously around Talos’s body. While evading fierce attacks, he continuously stabbed his weapon into various parts of the opponent’s body.