Volume 1, Chapter 25: A Sense of Oppression

Qin Tian knew clearly that the mysterious power must have originated from the four divine swords, which was the final gift from the entity that called itself "God."

Due to her explosive output, He Xi had the highest aggro of any player besides the two tanks. Combined with her use of Righteous Defense, which generated a massive amount of threat, she inevitably drew the attention of the Scrapped Construct Pluto.

"Grandma is right; perhaps we have been too complacent. If it hadn't been for Mo Bing-shuang's timely warning, we would have suffered a disastrous setback," Nanke Zhan said, deeply moved. Thinking of the potential consequences, he broke into a cold sweat.

"My dear Chairman Zhao, your abilities are truly vast; even such matters are easily settled by you. My admiration for you is like the waters of the Yellow River, endless and continuous," Jin Yingying said with a grin.

"Keep it up, Lina! Strive on, Lina! A beautiful tomorrow lies just ahead!" she cheered, seeming extremely happy.

However, Lin Xingchen still felt that his understanding of human nature was not profound enough. There are things in this world that are truly impossible to explain, just like the highest known black magic, the Flying Head Curse—it kills invisibly, leaving you clueless even about how you died.

She realized something was wrong; because of the lighting, they had overlooked this fatal factor.

A powerful aura swept through the entire space as the Lich Alexander revealed its true form. Father Thomas raised his hand to shield the players from the aura of fear erupting from Alexander; he frowned slightly, seemingly not having anticipated that the situation would become so complex.

Emperor Yongchang lowered his head, fiddling with a Hetian jade paperweight, remaining silent for a long time. Shen Mingxi, sensing the situation, bowed and withdrew.

As the Nine Thunder Technique circulated, the eroded flesh began to recover gradually, and the restored flesh became even more resilient.

The sword-carrying Taoist was about to speak when he suddenly heard ghost wails rising from afar. Looking back, he saw a faint, ethereal Road to the Yellow Springs extending from a mountain hollow in the distance. Countless wronged souls were surging toward the underworld along the Gate of the Yellow Springs.

"I must become stronger!" Meng Kexin's eyes suddenly turned resolute. Her grandfather was gone, but she still had Brother Ye.

After Xuan'er went inside, Chen Yu quickly restored everything in the new house. She looked back at Guo and Huang, who were smiling, and said solemnly, "Sisters-in-law, Godmother, thank you for today!" If it had been anyone else, she really wouldn't have dared to trust them.

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It was not that the Brave Cavalry Guards possessed profound cultivation that allowed them to notice these details in the dark, but rather that a strange power had forcibly shoved these images into their pupils and pressed them into their senses. As the figures drifted closer, many suddenly smelled a strange fragrance.

"Brother, you go to Dark Fire first. I will come over tonight, and we will decide on subsequent matters after the meeting," Qian Qiyue had not been to Dark Fire for a long time. Ever since she became entangled with Yang Jia-hua, she rarely appeared there, and she only knew the general details of many things.

Jun Linchu smiled dismissively, though his eyes grew increasingly sharp. He pursed his thin lips into a straight line, stared at Jun Chengxuan, raised his wine glass, and drained it in one gulp.

Because she was so angry today, Lady Hu lay on her bed feigning illness, while Lady Zhou and Lady Zhang were truly injured and returned to their respective rooms. Neither household cooked, and the atmosphere was deathly quiet.

He clearly did not know about Ye Rong's affairs, but his unintentional words informed everyone that Ye Rong had offered herself. Since the Heir was resting in the Jingming Courtyard, how could he have tarnished her? It was clearly her own deliberate seduction, yet she acted innocent and aggrieved—she was truly a skilled actress.

Everyone had found their own happiness. When they were finally together, all the unhappiness, waiting, and suffering they had experienced in the past no longer seemed important.

After the "Prison Cliff" was reforged with a massive amount of merit, Su Li no longer knew what its upper limit was.

In an instant, the man and the beast were chasing each other again across the vast courtyard of Wanfeng.

Tang Seng was the reincarnation of his disciple, Jin Chanzi. By all accounts, the Buddha should have been very happy, but at this moment, he could not bring himself to feel any joy.

He had originally thought the Third King would turn the tide, but it turned out that the big-eared, long-nosed monk was simply too incompetent.

Although there can be no square or compass without rules, the world itself is unfettered; so why must there be squares and compasses? Why must there be rules?

"I don't know if the petals of my Succulent Flower will be to your taste," Su Li said, lacking confidence. After all, compared to others, his 'Succulent Flower' had such low aesthetic appeal that it was almost an insult to the name 'Hundred Flowers.'

Gran did not know how intense that battle could be, but he had seen Dragon Valley after it had been through that war.

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Although he had brought men into the East Sea for revenge this time, now that he had taken control of the East Sea, there was nothing more to be said. While achieving his own goals, contributing as much as possible to the entire Southeast region was something he had to consider.

Qian Shuang'er's heart pounded wildly. After a brief pause, she swayed her waist and walked toward Chu Chaosheng, tentatively placing a hand on his shoulder.

In the distance, a man in a bright red robe, roughly twenty years old with slightly dark skin, possessed an aura far stronger than Lian Chengqi or Teng Fei. He had likely reached the peak of the Qi Refining stage and was currently looking at him with a face full of surprise.

Speaking of which, this was my second time sitting in such a high-end sports car in this life. Glancing occasionally at Hiratsuka Shizuka in the driver's seat, one hand smoking and the other on the steering wheel, I suddenly had the illusion of being kept by a wealthy, beautiful woman.

Perhaps knowing what she would do next, Qian Qingxi's legs were tightly restrained by Mu Ruchu, leaving her unable to move.

Qian Qingxi bent over, gasping for breath, her cold cheeks flushed bright red, like a hillside covered in blooming flowers—dazzling and eye-catching.

To lead the opponent in circles, Su Kang could not just walk on the grass; sometimes he had to take the initiative to venture deep into the jungle.

Even today, he still found it unbelievable, and he could not imagine the scene of confronting that person in Lin'an City.

Indeed, "stunning beyond compare" was the only evaluation Ying Yao had upon first seeing Qian Qingxi; the fleeting look of amazement in her eyes quickly transformed into jealousy and resentment.

Just as the truck began to reverse, shouts of battle suddenly erupted from the dense forest that had just been silent. Amidst the swirling dust, dozens of ragged soldiers rushed out from the woods on both sides of the road with gleaming bayonets, swarming toward the truck like madmen.

Xiao Gu stopped and said, "I'll leave you a few days to level up, lest you lose to me again!" He turned and walked away gracefully. Ba Shisi laughed upon hearing this and said, "Haven't seen you for a while, and your temper has grown! Tsk tsk! The Palace of Righteous Law is not a fun place to be! I'm going to find some fun myself!" With that, he leaped into the air, flying away from the rockery like a swallow.