Volume 1, Chapter 40: Going Mad for Her!

The dark clouds lingering after the rain obscured the stars and the crescent moon, plunging the entire Pu Xin District into a state of pitch-black darkness.

Han Ke remained hidden in the bushes, watching Xu Zhe’s strange movements. Unsure of what Xu Zhe would do next, he dared not leave. Recalling their encounter at the intersection two days prior, Han Ke thought to himself: this Xu Zhe must harbor some little-known secrets.

Seeing Mu Wuxie’s move, Su Huai was not flustered but delighted. Instead of retreating, he mobilized all the remaining primordial energy within his body, pressed two fingers of his right hand together, and struck toward Mu Wuxie’s right arm.

Han Ke desperately tried to recall every conversation he had with Zheng Qing, searching his mind for any information related to her hometown.

One had to admit that martial artists who were among the first to ascend to the King Realm before or after the great upheaval of heaven and earth were extraordinary in both intelligence and talent. Even coming from the notoriously unhinged Fierce Sword Peak, once they calmed down, they could quickly grasp the situation at hand.

In the Underworld, at the edge of that black and yellow world, lay a mysterious and dreamlike island. No one knew what it was; only those caught in the midst of it could glimpse a hint of destiny, or perhaps uncover the secret that had been dormant for ten thousand years.

Hearing this, Lin Liang was slightly taken aback. He had clearly told Su Qian that there was no need for such formalities with him, but he didn't dwell on it and proceeded to open the door to the meditation room.

The three people on the bridge remained desperately prone, bracing for the lethal sniping. Both ends of the bridge had long been cordoned off, but no one dared to step forward, all hiding behind the bridge structure. The walkie-talkies in the police cars were screaming, waiting for the riot squad and military reinforcements.

"It’s not that you can't go play, but even if you aren't together, remember to play a match every day. Otherwise, your hands will get stiff and your skills will decline over time," Qin Fan said upon hearing our plans, offering only a gentle reminder.

It took a long time for Lin Yingbin to regain his senses, and he calmed down slightly after taking the water handed to him by Long Ji. It could be said that he had been the person closest to the explosion. Min Sha patted his back to comfort him, but the expression on his face remained exceptionally grave.

O'Connor’s kick was easily dodged by Jose, who then swung his right arm, striking O'Connor squarely in the chest. O'Connor felt as if he had been hit by a car; his chest tightened, and he nearly vomited a mouthful of blood right then and there.

Watching Qin Shi Huang excitedly scramble into the driver's seat of the truck, Li Hongming was in a very bad mood—a truly terrible mood. Was it really necessary? Just because he only had a motorcycle license and had been in one accident?

As expected, the Jinxiang Group had been operating very well during this period. The messes they had taken over from other companies had gradually recovered through their efforts. Even the former Zhong Group, now under Jinxiang, had shown signs of improvement after being restructured.

The cup shattered. Xu Yunxi, who was on the phone, felt a jolt of alarm. Instinctively turning her head, she saw that it was Lu Jiaqi.

When the alms bowl appeared, a shocking uproar erupted across the vast heaven and earth. The powerful fluctuations it emitted were far beyond those of a Spirit Tool; only a Dao Tool could possess such power.

He could not let go of his clansmen stranded outside, nor could he stop searching for Zheng’er. He used to feel that a long life was a torment and a punishment; now, he felt a sense of urgency, as if time were insufficient. He wanted to spend his remaining days where he was needed, rather than… wasting them on a budding friendship and adding another burden to his heart.

Li Dequan wore a constipated expression, and even Xia Mo felt that the usually cheerful Eunuch Li looked truly wretched. She felt uneasy—could it really be the bun’s fault?

An Ruchu appeared light and breezy, completely disregarding her gaze, before taking Mina’s arm and walking toward the front of the stage.

Although Yuan Biyao knew in her heart that she loved Li Ying, it was Li Yunmu who had killed Li Ying with his own hands while trying to save her.

As long as they dared to come forward and challenge me, I would accept. Then, Ran Huo and the others would define them as enemies, and they would face the combined strike of the Ten Great Families, potentially even losing their lives.

Su Qingge gritted her teeth, cursing fiercely in her heart. Unfortunately, it was useless now; with her mouth taped shut, she couldn’t voice her insults and could only signal her fury with reddened eyes.

Demons were not mindless creatures. Even with their chaotic nature, they were showing signs of collapse. Many demons were slaughtering each other. Without the command of high-ranking demons, the inherent chaos of their nature acted more like a poison—capable of killing others and harming themselves.

At that moment, the sound seemed to appear out of thin air, causing An Ruo on the bed to immediately shift her gaze. Before her stood Luo Cang. "What are you trying to do?" She certainly wouldn't interpret this as anything good. Since he had trapped her here, An Ruo was already prepared for the worst.

A man covered in blood crawled on the ground, looking up at the man standing high above him with a face full of supplication.

Seeing that Lei Sheng did not lift the rock, the Founding Daoist and the Enlightened Daoist felt no disappointment; on the contrary, they both breathed a sigh of relief.

Feeling the carriage come to a stop, she lifted the curtain and stepped out. She didn't even look at Nalan Heng; she was angry.

However, hadn't he said that one doesn't feel anything when close by? At this moment, An Ruo certainly didn't want to tell Luo Cang this fact; the man was like an enemy to her.

Lu Ling held An Ruo’s hand, looking at her fair face, and couldn't help but speak, though he could clearly feel a certain rigidity in her hand. The corner of his mouth curled up, not out of worry, but simply to offer a bit of comfort behind his smile.

One million per episode; buying the entire series would cost several tens of millions. The investment was by no means small.

Not wanting to look at her, he peeled open the note hidden in the fletching. Unfolding it, Wang Zimo frowned at the few words written there.

"Hmph, you don't know the immensity of heaven and earth. You think that by yourself, you can deal with and defeat our Wang family?" The powerhouse from the Wang family unleashed his murderous intent upon Lu Ming.