Chapter 46

Atosi’s death was ruled a homicide. Based on the testimony of a so-called eyewitness, the killer was identified as a chubby Black man in his fifties. The police had swiftly issued a nationwide warrant for his arrest.

Indeed, that piece of "junk stone" as Baizimo called it, was entirely a different matter in Xu Wuyou's eyes—it was a treasure, the ultimate foundation of the Dao.

The political consultative hall was dead silent, the air imbued with a grim aura, with only the metal pillars in the front row glowing faintly.

Immediately afterwards, Xu Wuyou struck without hesitation. He threw a punch, terrifying in its might, and a loud explosion rocked the heavens and the earth, akin to the apocalypse.

Yelan Yu's bedroom matched the immortal mansion's ambiance: classical and elegant. The lamp shade, painted with slender plum tree branches, cast mottled ink-like shadows against the snow-white walls.

On the opposite side of the round table, Wuyu rose, picked up the ten-meter-tall crown resting beside the table, and held it in his hand without putting it on. Facing the deep-in-thought Handong, he retreated step by step out of the manor's main hall, and only then turned his body, donned the towering crystalline crown, and flew toward the meditation room beside the manor's entrance.

Sure enough, the moment Lin Ai's voice fell, N2 instantly seized control of her spatial domain, binding her to a pillar and rendering her completely immobile.

Shen Shi had always been cultivating the art of flying swords. Yet, at this moment, he realized that his approach to the flying sword technique had put the cart before the horse.

"Furthermore, the superiors ordered us to monitor your actions, but the colonel rejected their demand," said the soldier who had just had Ye Tian's gun pointed at his temple.

The flute was drenched in sticky blood, breeding black mist, and dripped blood continuously. His attire was no longer the one he wore before falling into the pool, but a much heavier, colder battle robe.

Moreover, the City of Dark Curtain was a fifth-rank city with formidable defenses; it could not be conquered casually.

At this moment, he remembered that ever since the system was repaired, the elf had neither appeared without warning nor vanished without a trace as she used to. He hadn't paid attention earlier while in a state of tension, but now, reflecting on it, he guessed whether she had finished her hibernation.

The imperial guards donned their armor, and the clanking sound of the armor shifting echoed endlessly, sounding particularly grating in the quiet grand hall.

Seeing that matters had come to this and that Chen Bing would definitely not change her mind nor help him for the sake of her mother, Hao Renjie felt a deep sense of regret. After all, he had gained many benefits from Chen Bing even after their divorce, but now that the relationship was completely severed, his future losses would likely be immense.

This time, Si Qi's words allowed for no doubt! Moreover, a true killing intent of absolute non-forgiveness had surged in his heart! If he truly dared to approach Lin Mengxi, Si Qi would annihilate him at all costs, reducing him to ashes.

"Have you finally tasted the pressure we've been bearing?" The substitute swordsman from Mingxin Academy just wanted to cry; at least they were no longer the only disciples of the three academies facing this despair-yielding great demon king.

Fang Qing felt as though he had struggled through a layer of bloody vortex, his entire body nearly torn apart by the vortex's sheer force.

"The Great Qian Dynasty's delegation will arrive tomorrow, let's wait until tomorrow to decide!" the Great Elder stated firmly.

Looking at Chen Zhen with a trace of faint grievance, Sen Wuyou wept silently in his heart: Damn it, if you want to court death, don't drag us down with you. At that moment, his heart skipped a beat. Those stubborn old monsters in Divine Continent are extremely conservative—could it be they don't know the power of a nuclear bomb? That was entirely possible.

The Seven Hegemons and numerous Dharma-form factions convened a judgment assembly in Rufeng City, originally intending to sentence Xiao Zichuan.

Morita Atsushi got out of the car and took the elevator to the entrance of Terracotta Warriors Entertainment, where Qin Han personally came to greet him.

Cunning as he was, Chen Yi was not entirely out of options. Since there were henchmen, and henchmen had to pick up goods to sell, Lin Bao decided to latch onto the lead of tracking the delivery personnel.

Horse-face blushed, his rough, dark face flushing crimson like a child caught doing something bad by his parents. In front of Uncle Qing, he wrung his hands in agitation, not knowing how to respond.

As the sun set, Hengcheng, struck once again, was a scene of desolation. The newly constructed residential area, ruthlessly destroyed by Feng Yan and his crew, had been reduced to scattered fragments just like the ruins around it.

Then, like an angered tiger, the man let out a loud roar, flashed right in front of Hao Yu, and threw his hands at him.

My head collided with the base of the coffee table, and I woke up from the dream. Rubbing my eyes, I realized I had only been dreaming, and I was actually lying on the soft carpet.

Lin Manxi was quite resourceful. After our first intimate union, while stroking Lin Manxi's bare buttocks, I voluntarily handed over my payroll card.

Seeing Feng Yasong's slender figure disappear around the corner of the kitchen, I prepared to get up, as lying indefinitely in Feng Yasong's room was truly inappropriate.

The card players in the parlor rushed out upon hearing the commotion to watch the excitement, merely pointing and gossiping from the sidelines, with no one stepping forward to help.

After all, Zhou Dafu had taken a potency-enhancing pill, and he exaggerated the pill's effects to the heavens, nearly claiming it could make one feel eighteen again.

As for Qin Guan, he lowered his head somewhat dejectedly. Seeing his expression, many felt as though in that brief moment, he had aged a good ten years, with gray hairs even sprouting at his temples. With Wang Zha's eternal masterpiece preceding him, he had completely lost the courage to compose another verse.

He certainly knew that so many wizards were gathered here to capture that dark wizard, but Hugo had secretly noticed just now that the dark wizard was not among the second-year students. Realizing the high probability of exposure after making a move, the wizard must have already left the school.