Volume 1, Chapter 19: You Begged Me

Furthermore, this was a rare exotic beast recorded in the mission, and with a single arrow, Yi Jun had struck the target.

"That’s exactly what I was waiting to hear. I’m off, then," Ghostly said immediately after hearing Chu Ling’s guarantee, already looking to slip away.

"That makes sense, that makes perfect sense! Come, come, Mu Lei, let’s give him a round of applause," Mu Yi remarked with a mocking tone.

Take Luo Shuang, for instance. Usually, she was sensible and steady, but even she had a moment today where she spilled the water right out of her cup.

With nowhere to vent the raging fire in her heart, she shouted at the Snake-people warriors behind her a moment later.

"What’s wrong, Uncle Im? Do you not like that form of address? Should I call you 'Old Grandpa' instead? But from what I’ve heard in the conversations between my father, Aunt Shui, and you, you shouldn't be that old, so Ju’er took the liberty of calling you Uncle Im," Ju’er asked, her eyes wide and innocent.

"Thank you, Your Highness. I won't keep you any longer, as someone from the palace has just arrived to inform me that I must take Yu’er to the palace to see the Emperor," Yi Shijie said. To himself, he wondered, could this be the "next matter" the Prince had mentioned earlier?

How could Pan Zhen’an allow such a thing to happen on his own turf? To seduce the Emperor right in front of him—wasn't that just a roundabout way of laughing at him, of calling him a fool and slapping him in the face?

"Wait, I’m coming down too." Ji Weihe dared not stay up there, fearing he would only add to Hua Ying’s burden.

One could see that on Xu Qing’s chest, as if sliced by a sharp blade, a wound several inches deep had been carved from his left chest to his right abdomen, revealing even the ghastly white ribs beneath.

Logically, repairing a hard drive or maintaining a world should be a trivial task for them. However, the disaster lay in the fact that the accident happened at the exact moment the new world was taking shape.

Rumble, rumble—the tremors and shaking became increasingly apparent. The golden warship was docking, and all fifteen Human Heavenly Kings, including Han Dong, felt a resonance; between the Eternal Heavenly Kings, the connection was mutual.

Bai Moxuan stood before the city gate, the expression on his face even more gloomy and terrifying than the sky behind him. His disciples stood trembling, as silent as cicadas in winter.

It was as if his very soul had been captivated by such mysterious hand seals. The space before Ling Hao gradually grew ethereal, appearing like a twisting vortex or perhaps water mist slowly dissipating. He felt neither the presence of sword energy nor the difficulty of circulating his inner magical power, for his thoughts, too, had slowed to a crawl.

Even someone as formidable as Yu Liming didn't know what to say, so he simply exchanged a few words with Ning Moli and ended the call. Yet, he could not help but feel admiration; indeed, the venerable Elder Ning, having weathered countless storms, possessed a transcendent spirit that looked upon everything with indifference.

"Chieftain, that long howl just now was earth-shaking. Could it be the Dao Intent?" General Miao asked with suspicion.

Whether it was Shen Shi or the people like Bai Yutang beside him, in her eyes, she was truly the only one who could be called a native.

Countless people were startled from their dreams. In the darkness, it felt as though cold tentacles had brushed against their bodies, sending shivers down the spines of millions.

As for the several cold, piercing rays of energy shooting toward Yun Yu, under the shroud of a small red dot, they struggled violently for a moment. Yet, under the surge of soul power within Yun Yu, they finally ceased their struggle and landed in his palm. Yun Yu could not help but feel a hint of surprise at the strange behavior of these five cold energy beams.

When Luo Tian first touched the glaze, his hands had been trembling. It felt like the most profound and pure calling from the depths of his life, and in the next moment, the glaze shimmered with rippling light.

Xia Mingfeng had long since regained his composure, and hearing Wang Jue’s words, he could not help but offer a wry smile. The two walked side-by-side, and he took the opportunity to ask what an identity token was, as he had never heard of such a thing. Only after the explanation did he understand what it entailed.

Yang Jian looked at the monster hanging on the car window; it was clearly a partially rotted corpse—one eyeball had fallen out, and in some places, the bone was visible. It was roaring at the people inside the car, but no sound emerged. Yang Jian saw that its mouth was empty; clearly, the thing had no tongue.

Furthermore, an arrow had struck exactly upon the Six Portals. Although the Prince’s arrow possessed great power, it did not inflict any damage upon the Six Portals.

During the days when the two of them and one insect were chasing the lightning, they encountered that young master of the Wu family from the Canghai Linan Islands several more times. Without exception, every instance occurred in a place where the lightning appeared.

Just as everyone was expecting something significant to happen, Zhong Shen returned.

"Master Murong, this is yours." Having said this, Zhong Mushan respectfully handed the lotus to Murong Yingxue.

"Could it be that I was just having a dream?" Seeing the scenery change, Zhao Ming said in confusion.

It had to be said that the effect of daily practice was excellent; even Qin Yuan, who didn't know much about music, could hear that this performance was much better than the first.

"I also just heard it through the Federation’s internal intelligence channels. He has already been captured by the people from the Catholic Church," Lai Yi-lang’s face looked somewhat grim.

The one who spoke was Qin Yuan, for no one present understood better than he did just how powerful a Heavenly King-level Pokémon truly was.

If he didn't agree, there was a very high probability he would die at this person’s hands. Liu Yichen did not want to die, nor did he want to gamble on whether this person would truly strike him down.