51 Fairness

Everyone, seeing the bloody hole in Senior Brother Mo’s chest, felt their lips grow dry and parched.

Xia Yuan intended to break through to the Celestial Realm here. Once he achieved the unity of heaven and man, he truly would no longer fear Wen Renxiao.

After practicing the techniques from Volume Three for a while, Li Yanyang suddenly thrust his right hand toward the cup on the tea table. He felt the energy radiating from his palm grow stronger than before, yet the cup remained unmoved.

No choice—since they had said such soul-piercing words, he couldn’t just back down. He thought to himself, even if there’s a huge pit ahead, if I don’t want to jump, I won’t. Who could possibly do anything to me?

“Haizi won’t blame you. He left for your sake, so you could live in peace. Unfortunately, Haizi failed. I failed too…” Xia Yuan looked at Chen Lin with helplessness.

Of course, Ye Yi couldn’t comprehend those advanced martial arts techniques yet. For disciples like him, between Qi Refinement and Condensation stages, the highest level of cultivation methods or martial skills attainable was only the Orange rank. As for anything above Green rank, due to their low cultivation, they simply couldn’t practice them.

“You ungrateful wretches, all you’ve forgotten is the captain’s kindness. If you want to pass, you’ll have to step over my body!” The dark-skinned man’s anger surged like a crown of flames, veins bulging as he grabbed a man and hurled him over ten meters away, standing firm like a lone warrior holding a pass against countless foes.

Where in the world could there be a spatial dimension capable of storing living beings? And allowing others’ souls to enter at will? This completely overturned his understanding. The means possessed by these people were likely beyond what even the few Celestial Palaces could achieve.

“Sun Wukong is truly pitiful. How did he end up forced to be Tang Seng’s disciple? Such a hero deserves to live freely.” Mu Yixi said indignantly, clearly feeling sympathy for Sun Wukong.

Today, Wan Yunhai was clear-headed and composed, his aura inwardly restrained. His cultivation had broken through to the seventh level Celestial King. Naturally, he had to follow the previous plan.

Grabbing the Heavenly Demon Needle in one hand, he took flight in pursuit. Mo Zichen, who was fleeing far away, suddenly felt a tremor in his heart.

At that moment, I blinked and felt my eyelids heavy as if lifting them required great effort, my head dizzy. I simply closed my eyes to sleep, sensing that someone was dragging me. It must be Sun Qing and the others pulling me away, afraid that the rising sun tomorrow would harm me, so they wanted to move me to a safe place first.

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Yang Anni looked at Qin Qi’s eyes, wide and round like the two of bamboo tiles in mahjong, then suddenly curved her lips into a sneer. Mocking me? Dare to challenge me?

Did Lin Tao have three hundred talisman scrolls? Of course he did. In fact, there were nearly ten thousand talisman scrolls inside the Star Ring, most contributed by Qingpeng, and some purchased by him.

Behind the two of them, a disciple from the Tianyan Sect silently crept up, raising a magical treasure high, aiming to strike them head-on.

The other party was so unreasonable that Lin Muyang grew frustrated and helpless. After all, when Chunyangzi passed the sect leader position to Lu Fei, no one else was present. Finding a witness now was extremely difficult.

Sure enough, after Mu Fan’s few words, Bao’er felt reassured as if having taken a tranquilizer, her smile returning.

After several years of farming, Yulin Fort’s grain supplies were sufficient. Upon returning, inquiries revealed about 120,000 townsfolk chose to go to Yulin Bay, while those unwilling received ten days’ rations and returned home.

The light was unlike the fierce and pure radiance seen on Huo Qubing in the Painted Realm. It resembled the faint golden sheen of polished brass tinged with copper-red reflections.

Although they had succeeded in destroying the Yangji Sect back then, they themselves had been sealed here by the sect master for over a thousand years, long eager to leave this place.

The homepage still featured rumors about herself and Ning Kexin, followed by promotional videos of the two. Clicking to watch, the effects were quite good, with many game special effects added in post-production that made the scenes dazzling.

Luan Tian also gazed movedly at the terrifying figure beneath the dreadful aura. His frenzied mind suddenly calmed completely. At that moment, he felt as if facing the Primordial Spirit Ancestor.

“Old Tang, go to Inspector Qian’s house and bring Inspector Qian back.” Tang Baishi’s closeness toward Han Weihua was not without reason. Through care and support, he could grow closer to Han Weihua and learn more about him.

Upon arriving at the club, Ye Pingyu walked straight in. Someone immediately came to escort him inside. Once inside, Huo Guoqing came out laughing heartily to welcome him.

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But she did not want to respond, for she no longer had the strength. Her soul seemed to have left her body, drifting in midair. Her thoughts detached from her flesh, immersed in her own world, unable to command her body to react.

Gao Yong could not help but think this way. In his mind, Ye Pingyu was a god, a god who permitted no one to desecrate him. Now, the disciplinary committee intended to tarnish this god’s reputation. How could he allow them to sully Ye Pingyu’s name?

Yet Ye Pingyu patiently posed for photos with those inside the car. Only the bus driver sat anxiously, as everyone else had finished taking photos. Once developed, these photos would be displayed at home—a matter of great pride. The other passengers shared the same sentiment.

Theoretically, the formation spirit within a grand formation was the sovereign, able to annihilate everything else inside the formation.

Next, the second and third dishes were served one after another. Yun Dong deliberately ate slowly, eyes secretly observing the Alexander brothers.

Setting aside Han Dong’s identity and status, considering only their strength, none of them was a match for Han Dong alone.

With a sharp slap, Long Fei covered her right cheek in shock, her pupils dilating in circles, her mocking and derisive expression instantly silenced.

Li Shu and his strategists and generals were discussing the defense of the capital when suddenly scouts’ voices rang outside the main hall.