Chapter 43

Alustriel’s heart skipped a beat, then contracted violently. She finally understood why the person Morag wanted to harm—the one truly beloved by Shen Yan—was not her. Between her and Shen Yan, there was only romance and everything built upon it: affection, habit, life, family, partnership, and the rapport of kindred spirits.

A single stone stirred a thousand ripples. Such a declaration undoubtedly shook every member of the Zhao family to their core; some were consumed by burning fury, while others turned pale and ashen.

That creator of the Blazing Sun Astral Art, who had relied solely on mortal-tier techniques to force their way to the perfection of the Qi-Condensation Realm, would likely have been over forty years old even with the greatest of fortuitous encounters.

Having heard Feng Han say that Optimus Prime was the male lead of the Transformers story, he was now preparing to challenge this red semi-truck.

"Where did she learn her magic?" Thinking of this, Li Qingyuan finally hit upon a serious question.

"Bai He, you..." She was just about to pull away when Bai He's shout rang in her ears.

The two of them returned to the Lin Manor, sat down quite rigidly right at the entrance, and didn't move an inch. One on the left, one on the right; one dressed in black, one in white—it was hard to tell whether they looked more like door guardians or the impermanence ghosts of black and white.

Jiang Shanxiao was extremely depressed, but upon reflection, realizing that he too had defected to Sun Jiuyou, his mind balanced out somewhat.

Holy cow... Murong Dingguo hurriedly executed a forced tail-slide mid-air and returned right to his original spot.

Especially Ba Meng, who, upon noticing Duan Fei’s position on the battlefield, kept a close eye on his performance, attempting to fathom Duan Fei’s true bottom line.

"Yes, your brother-in-law is right to discipline me! That's right, I'm just inexperienced. I hope my brother-in-law will offer more guidance." Cui Qiankun hastily forced a flattering smile.

"Heita's parents were both driven to their deaths by the officials, which is why he looks at everyone with hostility. Don't take it to heart; that's just how he is, he's actually a pretty good guy!" Seeing Li Xu's astonished expression, Zhang Liang smiled and explained.

"Come on." Yu Liuxing’s eyes burned with fierce intensity, yet his expression remained solemn and utterly guarded. Anyone facing someone like Hong Xiang would have to muster twelve-point vigilance.

"What?! How is this possible?" After reading it, Guo Jia handed the silk scroll to Jia Xu and Xi Zhicai, his expression turning grave in the extreme.

Li Yuan was masquerading as the Royal Fleet, and these people had no choice but to believe it, because the leading thousand-odd battleships had been extracted directly from the hands of the Eldest Princess Rosalind, belonging strictly to the official Royal Fleet establishment.

This time, Zhang Kang and Hao Jianping both tightened their expressions simultaneously and hurried to welcome the newcomer. It was none other than Elder Zeng, whom both Zhang Kang and Hao Jianping knew exceptionally well.

With a loud 'bang,' Kong Lingjun's mind spun into dizziness, though the pain in his lower body was momentarily masked. With blurred eyes, he stared blankly at an elbow-hammer growing ever closer to his face, utterly failing to react in time to dodge.

Though Li Yuan could currently only wield a fraction of the Suspended Blade's power, it was enough to easily assassinate soldier-rank foes. Therefore, upon entering this place, those who harbored ill intentions toward him died miserably, even when they deployed their mechas.

The battle with Li Tao could be described as heaven-shaking and earth-shattering—too profound for outsiders to truly know—but he reaped immense benefits. It was his first time going all out, and he had nearly died. However, Li Tao had not fared well either.

The primeval behemoths accompanying the Star Beasts were growing fewer and fewer; nearly a hundred light-screens before Elizabeth shattered simultaneously. As the data crashed one after another, whether they could break out of the encirclement now depended entirely on fate.

Gouzi stared at him in bewilderment, then glanced back at the clear, sparkling pool. Chu Mingqiu looked thoughtfully at the water. Why hadn't he noticed such fine water here in his past life?

During the ongoing battle, tens of thousands of charging beasts had already been slain, yet the beast tide showed not the slightest sign of abating.

"Indeed, how could my scholarship compare to Professor Liu's vast knowledge? I must ask Professor Liu for much guidance." Fang Hao suppressed a smile, knowing the man loved to boast, and simply offered a flattering remark.

After all, Feng Cailing's current strength still surpassed that of Xia Yuyan, so Liu Yansong naturally could not let Xia Yuyan take risks.

Such a brainless, foolish operation required no hacking knowledge whatsoever, and it easily led to the discovery of a very special individual.

Yet this was only the beginning. To suppress Ning Youlan—a rising political star—the Wushan Sect intended to have him rally National People's Congress deputies to resist the organization's will. Ultimately, even if Ning Youlan left Yushui County in disgrace, his political career would be effectively finished.

Before Fang Tianfeng could continue, Song Jie understood. Tears burst from her eyes, her body went limp, and she began to sink downward.

In Thomas's view, backed by the technology provided by "those people," the technology embodied in the Falcon far surpassed any existing drone on the market. Winning this contest was no longer an issue; the only thing to consider was how to crush Chen Chen afterward.

Therefore, throughout this battle, the refined man also unleashed his utmost abilities, seeking to fiercely shatter Tu Meng's arrogant momentum.

Life is inherently an endless struggle for survival; just wait—not only will I survive, but I will also fight my way back to the capital and settle accounts with all of you.

"Giggle... You're so smart!" Jin Yuyuan giggled softly, gently stroking Baozi's vocal synthesizer as if caressing a child's brow.

The leading nun was consumed by fury, lunging forward with her sword. Her swordsmanship was mediocre and devoid of any arcane subtleties, yet Liu Shiyan executed a graceful turn and easily evaded it.

Those two outrageously arrogant adopted sons of the fierce Mercy Hall—now famous throughout the ink-craft world—were sent tumbling head over heels under Ailes's ferocious blows and kicks.

She knew very well what Wu Xie's look just now signified, which was why a trace of fear began to creep into her heart.

Neatly arranged rows of dragon eggs rested there. To Chu Yun's surprise, every single dragon egg had a crack in it. As he stepped closer to inspect them, however, he found no egg white or yolk inside.

Thrall wore a bitter expression; matters were becoming even more troublesome. Originally, he was only looking for orcs... but with things turning out this way, he had no other choice. He couldn't afford to provoke Onyxia either, so he could only leap onto Onyxia's back and take things one step at a time.

That day, right at the moment of leaving the ghost city, it was she who had pushed him away, blocking a fatal blow in his stead. In the end, she remained trapped within the ghost city, while he had survived until now.

The room was suffused with purple everywhere—purple draperies, purple bedding, and purple furniture. This romantic, mysterious, and noble color decorated every corner of the room in a jarringly discordant manner.

Having tried countless times with no effect, Lu Yang grew thoroughly exasperated. He simply went to the shallows by the river, overturned stones, and began hunting for stone crabs.

Yet it was not over yet; having broken through his cultivation realm, the next step was to condense his divine soul. Only once the divine soul was condensed could one truly be considered a Deity Transformation cultivator.