Volume 1, Chapter 61: Noble Consort Niohuru

True to his word, Cheng Xu did as he promised.

After gaining a deep understanding of the essence of the Baduanjin exercises, he replaced his morning jogs with the practice of the ancient regimen.

In the early hours of the morning, shortly after the sun had risen in the east, the sky resembled a pale fish-belly hue, divided between a half-awakened blue and the remnants of a starry night.

After a casual cold shower, Chen Qingyang was just getting ready to sit on his bed for meditative cultivation when his phone rang. It was Han Biao calling.

At that moment, a massive cloud of black mist emerged from thin air behind Li Qiao. The mist opened a giant maw and, with a vicious bite, swallowed Li Qiao whole in the blink of an eye.

If Wang Xuhui and Shangguan Wan'er were sent into battle, the chances of winning were truly slim. One had to bear in mind that victory in the opening round was of paramount importance to the team's morale.

This was because the force of Chen Qingyang's punch was like a stone sinking into the sea, entirely swallowed by that barrier of energy.

Standing in the distance, those cultivators gazed toward the pine forest, fear faintly visible on their faces. Clearly, they had not expected that the Pine Forest Sword Sect was truly prepared to relocate its entire membership, and possessed such formidable means to boot.

Secondly, the demons might be slaughtering the human race, collecting corpses, and gathering intense resentment to nurture new demons or cultivate even more powerful ones. If that were the case, a massive gathering of demons must exist within the city.

Even though Xu Feng was doing better than them and they felt a bit envious, it did not mean they would harbor jealousy or resort to malicious verbal attacks.

"Sanction, if you dare to speak, I guarantee that the Holy Master will surely die before your eyes—and in a manner that leaves him with eternal regrets." Monarch Dan'e was genuinely terrified.

Just as the old man was about to touch the stone statue, he realized no one was stopping him, which suddenly panicked him. He then feigned a stumble and fell heavily to the ground.

Having now consumed two martial energy fruits, his bodily injuries were mostly healed. With strength returning to his limbs, he could run and jump about without any issues.

With that, Abdul clothed himself, took several guards, boarded an off-road vehicle, and dashed toward the First Division. Shortly after Abdul's departure, the garrison's artillery regiment began bombarding the defense perimeter of the Imperial Guard.

Stepping through the void, every single stride seemed to tread upon the souls and inner hearts of the four great fiend beasts. The Heavenly Thunder Drum and Lightning Hammer completely overwhelmed them.

Almost everyone present recognized that face instantly—it was Yu Yu. Before any of them could speak, Yu Yu beat them to it. Among the people he saw, there were many he did not recognize at all, while others he had merely heard of by reputation without being truly familiar with them.

As she passed by Lu Yu, she drew a blade from his waist—the Ame no Murakumo, the only true heavy blade among the five swords.

"A mere flood dragon, daring to act presumptuously before Us. Truly ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth," Qin Hengtian said with utter disdain atop the Flame Star Behemoth. He stretched out a massive hand, from which countless immaculate, divine, and noble rays of multicolored light burst forth, transforming into a giant hand that blotted out the sky.

"Imperial Art, Primordial Dragon Hegemonic Slash!" This time, Guo Jing unleashed his ultimate strike right from the start. A ten-thousand-foot-long, six-clawed primordial dragon roared as it lunged forward. Wherever it passed, golden light illuminated ten thousand miles of heaven and earth, and as its colossal dragon claws reached out, demonic blood sprayed into the air.

Song He smiled bitterly, his back hunching as his graying hair fluttered in the bleak autumn wind, looking utterly desolate.

There is a feeling known as loving the house and its crow. Because Li An enjoyed listening to Crosstalk, he actually held a deep admiration for the performers who delivered it.

The man was quite plump, sporting a thick gold chain around his neck and tattoos on his arms—the quintessential attire of a mafia boss. Judging by his drenched forehead, he must have lost a lot of money and was constantly pulling out a white handkerchief to wipe away the sweat.

The scheduled premiere procedure had already been adjusted to include interactive speaking sessions featuring two Chinese judges, Shu Qi and International Zhang, along with three international directors and Hollywood superstars willing to make an appearance.