Volume 1, Chapter 48: Please, Stop Fighting!

"Of course it is, the fourth floor isn't as fun as the fifth." Zhuang Xia flashed a wide grin, his smile unwavering.

They were equally grand and solemn, not daring to underestimate the Divine Province, for when it came to individual combat prowess, human cultivators were, on average, slightly stronger.

Moreover, for the Son of Heaven to take action was far more appropriate and less likely to arouse suspicion. With the new emperor ascending the throne and needing to seize control of the Ministry of Personnel, it was a completely normal move even under the guise of rectifying the civil service, failing to provoke any extreme reactions from the court ministers.

Defeating Japan was not the ultimate destination. In truth, Zhao Duxian had never even considered truly occupying the entirety of Japan. With the total population of the Great Han Empire barely numbering over a million, how could they possibly assimilate tens of millions of Japanese?

"She has to shoulder it even if she can't bear it! Because you still need to preside over the scene here!" The wedding was not yet over; what on earth did it mean for her, the highest decision-maker of the Azure Heaven Palace present, to just walk away?

The newspaper headline read: Is a substitute player from the Celestial Empire really this powerful? What else can Turkey possibly do?

With Xiao Yao giving a slight nod, the lights above the stage dimmed slightly to indicate that the performance was about to begin, and the audience in the venue instantly quieted down.

Those peddlers and merchants had their backpacks stuffed to the brim. With this death, under the penalty of a tenfold death loss, most of their belongings were blown up and scattered everywhere.

"Thank you!" Xiao Yao received the trophy with both hands, softly thanking Yi Kun before turning to face the audience and stepping up to the microphone.

Initially, the elder had not intended to make things difficult for Shen Yunshu. However, having lost face in front of so many members of the Sky Flying Fish clan, he felt quite a bit of lingering anger.

An Jinyan watched Mu Sinian lunging an attack toward her, the corners of her lips curling up as she met him head-on. Mu Sinian locked An Jinyan's right hand, twisted it to grab the firearm, yet the muzzle was pointed straight back at An Jinyan herself.

Long Yunmo had not expected matters to become this severe. As for Liangxiu's sudden plunge into the lake, he could only find one reason: that his attempt to humiliate her had become too much for her to bear, driving her to take her own life.

The scars remained while the poison had been dispelled, yet she had lost everything she deserved, even her own protection.

Hu Xue felt a tempest of depression in her heart. To someone who bit the hand that fed them and could not tell good from evil, Hu Xue found it impossible to reason with her and too bothersome to deal with, so she gave a heavy flick of her wrist, attempting to shake her off.

She watched Li Changmo walk out of her bedchamber, then gazed at the bottle of eye drops, once again falling into a long trance.

His trip to the dragon vein was eight-tenths likely to intercept me. After all, two of the three Yin-sealing tablets were currently in my possession, and since Yang Hao had voluntarily stated he was going to the dragon vein, it was very likely he carried the tablet he had obtained from the dead zone.

"Meaning that you possess medical skills, can refine pills, and are also proficient in formation arts?" Ye Gucheng asked in disbelief.

Just as An Jinyan exhaled a soft breath, the door was pushed open. The nurse who had come to prepare the medicinal bath for An Jinyan walked in; one went to draw the bath, while two others stepped forward to tidy up for An Jinyan.

Ye Xingbei was already the mother of three boys and was now pregnant with her third child. Yet, she maintained a slender figure and a youthful face; judging solely by her physique, appearance, and temperament, anyone would take her for a college student who had yet to graduate.

Along the way, Xu Fugui's mother stared in constant amazement at the scenery and architecture outside, continually urging Chu Xinyao to take her out to play.

Jiang Shiyi did not press the old man about his puzzlement. In his heart, however, Jiang Shiyi found himself rather惦记 (fixated) upon the old man's bronze mirror.

Immediately thereafter, Gu Changmin turned his head toward an elderly man with white hair who was seated in a chair at the side of the stage.

This was the astral source stored within the surface of the star beneath their feet—neither violent nor scorching, but gently warm and tingling.

Shen Pei'lan walked over to the chair she had just been sitting on, picked up the pink overcoat draped over the back, slipped it on, and spoke to the old man.

Ruo Shui's eyes were filled with terror; she wanted to stop it, yet dared not, and moreover, seemed to lack the capability to do so.

No wonder that in ancient times, King Zhou left behind poetry to commit blasphemy. Even without the scheming of the Buddhist sect, any man who beheld her would inevitably find his heart stirred.

"I really don't remember, alright? Otherwise, go ask my mom, bye!" Having said that, Yixin abruptly hung up the phone without leaving room for argument.

Clearly, the young boss did not share her perspective; he was striving to display an unprecedented level of enthusiasm.

Feli shook his head abruptly, smiling as he gestured with his hand, unconsciously bending his waist a fraction lower in that single instant.

"I simply want him to transfer Reinhardt away from me," Her Royal Highness the Princess declared with an expression of absolute certainty.

And so, he recounted the entire process of helping the Xia family reunite with the elderly General Wei, holding nothing back.

Coupled with the fact that Jian Cheng was immensely powerful in their eyes, with him serving as their backing, did they still need to fear zombies?

Once the two children entered the courtyard, they immediately bolted the courtyard gate shut. After all, Wu Hu was built with such a towering and imposing frame, and ordinary folk in the countryside had never laid eyes on a martial artist; it was only natural for them to feel afraid.

Wen Heng had actually visited the estate a few times, and Xia Zhile had accepted her fate—even dodging him was futile, as everyone knew his ties to the Princess's Estate ran deep.

Nor could he be entirely blamed for this. Who told Wen Heng to be so unlikable? Everyone detested him, and if they grew close to him, wouldn't that mean they would be hated by association?

Just as Jin Xiuzhu was about to decline Jiang Nian's goodwill, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind, and the words on the tip of his tongue instantly took a sharp turn.

As if it weren't enough for the people of Dongzi Li family to block outsiders, wanting to invite guests inside actually required covering up the stone tablet first—what sort of bizarre rule was this?

Right in the middle of the Juehu Village, which had long since been reduced to ruins, every single house, pathway, stone wall, and thatched roof had collapsed and shattered. Yet, the only thing remaining entirely intact was a millstone, atop which sat a pristine stone casket, bound tightly with dense layers of heavy iron chains.

"Boom!" The Thunderless Peak suddenly quaked, sending boulders tumbling down from the peak and terrifying a thousand members of the Yu family into scurrying away with their heads in their hands. Although it was merely a single tremor, the destruction it wrought was immense, carving numerous jagged fissures across the entire face of the mountain.

"General, do not be hasty!" Xu Gui hurriedly reached out to bar his way, glancing at Lord Chen, and instantly recalled that an eccentric character named Lord Chen had previously barged in—none other than Chen Ping, renowned for his miraculous stratagems during the Western Han era.

"I am speaking the truth, you should take the position of the Galaxy's Pinnacle!" Wang Bo's voice rose by a notch.

As the second item went up for auction, Xia Wu returned, his eyes sparkling with vitality and a smile stretching across his face that he simply couldn't contain.

What Li Chong found most detestable was not even this; how your Buddhist sect chose to save face was your own business, but intimidating ordinary civilians was entirely wrong.

"Why slaughter those commoners? Are lives not precious enough?" Roy dealt a vicious strike with his sword, carving a deep, slanted gash into the giant's arm.