Chapter 61
“He was forced to death by others. He was a good man, a great hero. The irony is that he did good deeds, yet those he helped drove him to his demise.” A tear slid down Fang Hui’s cheek, though her eyes remained cold and steely.
As the Blood Demon flashed forward to catch it, the Xisa sword had already been drawn. The waterfall and cliff rocks vanished, replaced by a crimson forest—a fiery, blood-red woodland under the moonlit night.
Xu Zheng nodded repeatedly. If that were truly the case, he needed to hurry over. Missing the moment would mean watching his wife marry another with helpless eyes.
The king was gravely ill, summoning him to return swiftly to the royal city to entrust the orphaned heir. Meanwhile, the military command in his hands was revoked by the ailing king and temporarily handed over to General Lin, stirring a torrent of emotions.
From my understanding now, magic does not arise from incantations. It is generated by brainwaves.
At first, he had seen this young man but only glanced briefly, never paying much attention. Yet, he never imagined that this human youth, once overlooked, would now possess power that astonished even him.
Xisa laughed heartily, exuding reckless arrogance. Suddenly slapping the armrest, he stood upright and said coldly, “If this is the consensus, then peace talks are impossible! I admit my fault in the matter of the money, but out of respect for the insulted prince and princess, I have ignored the alliance leader’s plea and sent no troops to Shanhe Pass.”
Old Li looked at Bai Wei, then spoke again. As for Ning Feng, he sat across from Old Li, head down playing on his phone, utterly silent. Old Li coaxed him all along the way, but no one could break through because Ning Feng simply refused to speak.
However, with Chelsea’s players performing averagely, Arsenal could breathe a little easier. Between the 30th and 40th minutes, both teams tangled mostly in midfield, with few threats reaching either penalty area.
Taking in the entire surrounding environment, Jianyi recalled the five magical treasures he had just retrieved from the Immortal Sword Ancestor’s body, a fierce blaze of anger flashing across his eyes.
Undoubtedly, Wu Dawei, who scored 25 points without missing a single shot in the first half, was now the Cleveland Cavaliers’ greatest hope on offense.
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The knocking was hollow and urgent. Who would knock on Nie Feng’s door on this sleepless night? And for what reason?
Amid the confusion, Li Kuafu channeled a powerful force into his hand. When Chen Hao’s hand touched the basketball, Li Kuafu unleashed his strength.
After the shock of the Immortal Sword, Lu Wuxia no longer felt much awe when seeing this heap of magical treasures, all at least high-grade spiritual instruments, and accepted them without hesitation.
“You lied to me again. How could a simple fall cause such a serious injury? It’s all my fault. If I hadn’t held you back, you wouldn’t have been captured.” At that moment, Zhao Yin ignored everyone else’s presence and her father’s authority, her eyes only on Li Xin, who had suffered and been hurt for her. The power of love always felt miraculous.
However, Lian’s words fell upon different ears with entirely opposite effects.
Though the world is vast, only Fang Zijing rose from nothing, abandoned by a prestigious sect, to reach today’s supreme realm through sheer effort. With such ambition and boldness, how could any master in the world compare?
This was precisely the outcome they desired. For the Cleveland Cavaliers, winning the championship undefeated this season would truly be a dreamlike feat.
When Liu Liangqin entered the Moon Reflecting Palace again, Qin Shuiyue sat by the window, seemingly expecting his arrival.
These two shared the same name and surname, the same family background, ran identical businesses, and even looked alike, but their personalities were polar opposites.
Perhaps the pity in his eyes stung this man, whose expression darkened immediately.
Though Zhang Heng had not returned to Dongzhou for a long time, his legend continued to resound endlessly across the land.
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“You’re so mischievous! But I like it!” Su Qingran smiled slyly and gave a quick kiss on his lips.
She lay sideways on the hospital bed in an extremely strange posture, her hands bound behind her.
He dared not act, knowing that Qin Shuiyue bore a grudge against him. But if he knew what had happened afterward, he doubted he would allow Qin Shuiyue to return to Liu Runqing’s side.
Ning Ji leaned against the pale white wall, eyes fixed on the examination room door, his heart gnawed by thousands of invisible ants. When no sound came from inside, fear welled up. Seeing the thin report in the doctor’s hand, indescribable emotions surged, and he instinctively resisted.
This, the Great Wood Spirit King clearly understood. He spat out black soul blood, his eyes filled with overwhelming hatred.
Qiu Gui said a few words to him and nothing more. She had thought that if Liu Mengqian suggested going to eat, she would refuse.
Hog paused, recalling that early in his cultivation, before transforming his form, he was once struck hard on the waist by a Taoist searching for spiritual herbs in the mountains, wielding a peachwood sword to exorcise demons.
Of course, Jing Thirteen did not come to Jingzhou to carry out such deeds. It seemed he had no such intention, perhaps hoping to forget everything completely and never recall the flames of a lost kingdom.
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