Volume 1, Chapter 28: Huaihuai: [Big sister~ please take me in~ mmm-hmm~]

Borsalino understood that this was the manifestation of Jiang Tian’s Conqueror’s Haki. When such Haki is sufficiently potent, Devil Fruit users and those with weak willpower find themselves severely suppressed.

Qu Qingyou’s willow-leaf brows suddenly arched high. The submissive demeanor she had displayed moments ago vanished instantly. She stood tall with her head held high, like a sturdy bamboo stalk in a gale—neither servile nor overbearing—as if even the most noble person in this world could not bend her spine.

A thought struck him: the architectural design in front of him bore a striking resemblance to the residence where Elder Ming lived in Luojing Town. Comparing the two, could this drawing depict the original state of the Ming family estate?

"Who exactly are you?" Meng Zhaojun asked coldly, her expression grave. A Martial King could end her life just by sneezing.

Even though these words were well-reasoned and the disciples shared the same doubts, it did not mean they dared to act out of turn in front of the leaders of the two sects.

As Chu Xia watched Weichiran coldly, he offered a smile. It was only then that she noticed his other hand had already drawn a handgun, aiming it directly at her chest.

The standard for living a life free from worry can be very high or very low; it can be fine delicacies and silk robes, or simple tea, coarse rice, and tattered clothing.

"Why are you so courteous to us? We are merely bounty hunters here to collect a reward. I have heard that other bounty hunters have never received such treatment from you," Jiang Tian said with a smile.

The fat man’s face trembled with rage, but upon seeing Aoki Tsukasa, whose eyes were narrowed with sleepy, gloomy exhaustion, he clamped his mouth shut. He merely clenched his fists in silence, etching Aoki Tsukasa’s face into his memory.

Baili Xiu always kept his word, so Shangguan Wan and the others were reassured, feeling a sense of relief. The White Cloud Continent had not been unified for tens of thousands of years; with no one in charge, no one wished to be under another’s thumb.

The consecutive ganks in the middle lane had caused Doinb—a player who usually encouraged his teammates even in adversity—to develop a pessimistic outlook on the outcome of this match.

Qiong, her silver hair somewhat disheveled and looking listless, slowly wandered downstairs and sat in a chair without saying a word.

The issue was easily explained, for another monster had appeared earlier in the script.

Once the medicinal effects within Shangguan Xia were broken, she would become a cripple in a very short time; capturing her would then be effortless.

Qian Sanyun went to the cafeteria for lunch a little earlier than usual. He was eager to see just how beautiful this new waitress really was.

Guan Ping had not expected the people Yue Long found to be so fierce; they had wiped out almost all of Liu Yuchun’s venues in a single night. It was truly terrifying.

What if someone on the plane happened to be infected? There had been many such reports in South Korea these past few days, especially concerning those returning from the United States.

Guo Zhan spoke, expressing his own longing; after all, he was fanatical about cultivation, or he would not have been given the title "War."

The embossed patterns on the bodice of the dress were elegant and vintage, while the skirt featured three layers of mesh. The soft mint and light gray hues enriched the color palette, making the skirt appear light and airy; despite the intricate details, it did not feel heavy.

She looked away after only four seconds, fearing that those golden eyes would suck her into a bottomless abyss. Indeed, a bottomless abyss. The man appeared to be smiling, but what kind of monsters and demons hadn't she seen? Especially after reaching the position of CEO, where she frequently had to attend social functions, spar with business partners, and use every trick in the book with clients.

In his eyes, Bu Xu’s face was flushed, his head swaying, and his breathing heavy like an ox; he was clearly quite intoxicated.

Even though he knew the answer was certain, Yu Pingsheng had to ask the obvious. This matter was something he had to discuss with Zhang Ruicheng; he could not allow Zhang Ruicheng to bear it all alone.

When two armies meet for a friendly match, shouldn't they display their military bearing and prestige? Was the Yunlie Guard trying to adopt a humble style?

He had been speaking kindly before, but in his heart, he was somewhat disappointed. The previous three pieces of material were common goods, with no highlights to speak of.

As night gradually fell, Baili Yun, who had been causing her two maids endless worry, woke up from a deep slumber with dazed, sleepy eyes.

Chen Qian’s fingers twitched slightly again, and after a moment, she slowly clenched her fist. She opened her eyes.

"A-Yun is not in good health; you must spend more time by his side. For these next few days, do not go out unless it is for something of great importance," Concubine Rong said, taking Su Jin’s hand and patting it.

"Sigh! So be it. Out of respect for the ancestors of the Marquis of Dingyuan’s estate and the generations of loyalty they have shown, I shall spare your life and that of Gu Huai. However, while the death penalty is remitted, the punishment remains; you shall pay for it with the title of the Marquis of Dingyuan."

Just as she had said herself, if anything happened to the three children—especially if it happened all at once—she would be the primary suspect.

It was merely that she couldn't stand him flaunting his wealth, so she gave him a beating and let him go at the sect gate. How could that have ruined his reputation?

Bai Yuqing dared not provoke such a person again; she wasn't foolish enough to keep kicking a stone after realizing it was iron.

Upon hearing the discharge fee, Su Wan’s mind went blank; since when did such an outrageous charge exist?

Recalling the battle from yesterday, Jiang Ke’s spirit had been soaring. When he appeared, he had shattered a giant fire dragon with a single strike, as if a god had descended. Then there were the hurricane-like winds that seemed to break the very space—that image remained etched in her mind, refusing to fade.