Chapter 57: Is It My Lack of Manners, or Your Mother's Unreasonableness?

Listening to Murong Guang, Wu Ling saw a stream of white liquid continuously flowing from beneath the beast's feet. Remarkably, this liquid remained unfrozen despite the extremely low temperatures. Amidst the fluttering snowflakes, a faint, crystalline shimmer could be faintly discerned.

"Thank you, Master Xia," Li Youjie sighed inwardly. Here was someone who truly cared for her aunt's well-being, yet they had been brutally forced apart in the past.

Everyone's battle spirits manifested uncontrollably. Though they could not fathom the underlying cause, the current situation left them no time for deeper contemplation.

Unaware of her intentions and without overthinking, Li Chunxi walked forward with poised grace to pick up the one-stone bow and loosed an arrow. It hit the bullseye dead center. Her movements were so effortless that everyone present instantly recognized she was holding back her full strength, prompting widespread admiration. Long Ling immediately stepped forward, grabbing her arm to challenge her to a rematch.

"What kind of engagement is that without matchmakers or betrothal gifts? Besides, that agreement was made without my consent, so it's completely invalid. How about this: I won't make things difficult for you. Take me with you, and I'll go speak to the Zhou family face-to-face," Old Man Li declared.

"A consultant of the Gold Coin Firm? Why don't I remember having someone like you among us?" Manager You looked somewhat dazed. He turned his gaze toward Old Man Gold Coin, whose eyes also flashed with a hint of astonishment.

Zuo Ran thought about it and realized it made sense. These people were merely acting under orders; killing or sparing them made little difference, as the true mastermind was not among them.

Four warships moved in unison, locking their sights on the cruiser Takachiho. Over a dozen heavy cannons unleashed a desperate barrage. The arrogant Takachiho never expected the Fujian Fleet to target her directly. Struck repeatedly by the fleet's relentless bombardment, her masts, command cabin, and gun turrets were hit one after another. Heavily damaged, the warship began to sink slowly.

The communications staff officer's words struck like a thunderbolt, leaving Cassillas thoroughly stunned! What? The President was actually going to strip him of his command! Could it be, could it be that Diaz no longer needed him?

Panicked, Xiao Yao watched as the giant charged toward him step by step. Drawing ever closer, the towering figure radiated an increasingly ferocious might, a victorious smile finally spreading across the giant's face.

It relied on some third-party method to first extract and temporarily preserve the soul before transferring it entirely into a brand-new body.

"My letters will probably never reach my father, right? Would you really be so kind? Aren't you afraid a single letter of mine could get your entire family wiped out?" Mu Ye was completely oblivious to his own situation, and his words happened to touch upon Lin Zhuo's ultimate taboo.

She looked to be about twenty years old, her clothes nearly torn to shreds and stained entirely with fresh blood. Across her throat lay a blackened wound, seemingly slashed open by a sharp blade, from which black liquid constantly oozed.

The Ancestral Patriarch's soul entity grew even more frantic. Never in his wildest dreams had he expected the person he waited for to be someone well-versed in arrays, and furthermore, someone capable of attacking him.

After everyone dispersed, Liu Changfeng gathered his students at the martial arts arena. Signaling them to sit cross-legged on the ground with him, he began to speak.

Mu Yan saw that Lin Zhuo remained as imposing as ever, the smile on his face remarkably convincing. Yet, with her keen sensitivity, she still detected a hint of subdued caution in Lin Zhuo, seemingly carrying the unspoken message: "Now that official business is concluded, you may take your leave."

"Use bombs to blast them to pieces!" Old Sheep pushed his glasses up with a single finger. In truth, he wasn't far-sighted at all; with human biotechnology being so advanced in this era, near-sightedness had long become a historical term.

The speaker was Fourth Master Wang. Wielding an iron fan, he gazed coldly at Ling Xiang and his companion. The mighty aura imperceptibly radiating from him failed to conceal his overwhelming presence, which the other two naturally perceived. Before Fourth Master Wang could even strike, the pair loosed that breathtaking arrow from earlier.

Crooked Monkey clenched his fists tightly, then turned around to look at Lin Zhengfeng. Lin Zhengfeng hooked the corner of his mouth in response. As if able to grasp Lin Zhengfeng's meaning, Crooked Monkey paused for a moment before following the flying dagger over.

"Waiting passively for these native chieftains to slaughter one another is no longer viable. The imperial forces must take substantive action to expand our gains and avoid dragging this out too long," Liu Xian abandoned his probing and stated his thoughts outright.

Therefore, for the sake of survival, they had evolved exceptionally strong legs, powerful wings, and abundant stamina, allowing them to escape from the jaws of even more formidable giant beasts like brute wyverns and flying wyverns.

If anyone else gave chase while Mr. Yang was unconscious, both she and Mr. Yang would undoubtedly perish.

The Yin-Yang diagram materialized behind Yang Tian. Three attacks landed upon it, the terrifying force sending shockwaves through Yang Tian's body and causing his blood to churn—a testament to how deeply those three men despised him.

However, her life was currently in Hong Quan's hands. Even if she wished to resist, she had to wait for an opportunity.

He had no idea how the message had been sent. As far as Yao Yan knew, cell phones shouldn't even work inside the vortex world!

Jiang Ke concisely explained the situation. No matter how distressing it was for the other Jiang family descendants, they had no choice but to follow his instructions and turn back.

At that time, Emperor Jingyuan had just ascended the throne and dared not easily shake the Empress Dowager's faction within the court, opting instead for a gradual method of encroachment. If such was the state within the golden halls of Chang'an, things in the distant Jiangnan region naturally received even less attention.

Yet he was already a terrifying overlord capable of awe-inspiring dominance across the jianghu, a legendary phantom of a fallen dynasty who could kill without batting an eye.

Around six in the evening, Yao Nan still had not returned. Yao Yan could not help but feel anxious and uneasy. Had something delayed her, or had she run into trouble?

Fang Xiang refused to wrong himself. Though he wouldn't throw a tantrum, neither would he pretend nothing had happened and act like friends—that would make him a fool.

The Void City, the Demon-Subduing Pagoda, the Rising Cloud Array-Breaking Sect, and the Battle Soul Hall stood tall in the four directions, forming the supreme factions of the Demonic Soul Realm.

As for those who achieved the status of True Immortals through sheer luck, unless they possessed supreme magical treasures to help them evade these calamities, death was certain.

While Jiang Yi might not fully comprehend the form of this logic, Wu Naique believed he understood its essence.

With that, Green erected her wings, a highly concentrated "Nightmare Throne" spinning upon their tips.

An assassin was only an assassin when hiding in the shadows; once exposed to Li Ming's sight, they were no different from walking experience points.

At the critical moment, the fatty let out a loud roar, leapt into the air, and directly blocked the path of the mask-wearing figure before the two engaged in combat.