Volume 1, Chapter 50: Getting Slightly Angered in a Fit of Rage

Shen Zhao nodded. She always had a very good memory for things that left a deep impression on her, and immediately named a specific date.

Zhou Huaixu's expression became unfathomable.

Shen Zhao was curious: "What's wrong? Is that day any special date?"

Zhou Huaixu said, "Why ask so much? He didn't cry because of you."

Shen Zhao: "..."

After a bout of carnage, the bald barbarian man had lost one hand, surrounded by corpses, with no one left to shield him.

However, this could hardly be blamed on the Phoenix God. The Manifest White Tiger was the final singular living entity forged by the will of this world, naturally favored by the world's will and blessed by the three lights of miracles.

The next day, even before training began, the Fledgling Eagle Guard was already in an uproar as someone charged in from outside.

"Yes, the uncles and aunts in the crew were all very nice to me, and I like them a very much," Tae-ho nodded and said.

Jon only felt a powerful surge of energy gushing forth from the deepest part of his body, bringing a profound sense of exhilaration throughout his entire being.

Having spent several days in this dry, dark room, Mugar had initially shouted loudly in its native tongue, meaning to let it go. But after days passed with no bipedal creatures paying it any heed, Mugar simply gave up shouting altogether.

"Mr. Liu Mang, whatever tools you need, just name them," Gordon said, leading Liu Mang to a wide stainless steel table.

The people of the Divine Land would often see a golden chariot streaking across the night sky, carrying the God of War and the Goddess of the Moon as they journeyed together across the heavens and the earth.

When the mammoth charged toward the first pile of stones, Yao Ran's heart was already in his throat, because hidden behind those stones were three of his own guard team members.

"Lor'themar, do you think we are committing treason?" Halduron said somewhat listlessly, the recent injury taking quite a heavy toll on him.

Fang Yan practiced diligently, yet he still could not achieve the fluid, effortless grace of Ronaldinho. Could it be that because his technical attribute value under football talent was only 90, he was unable to comprehend the secret of this ultimate skill?

Hearing Zhang Miao's words, Uzumaki Kushina, who had been holding him tightly, instantly released her grip, the expression on her face replaced by utter shock.

Lin Yanhao often wore two huge dark circles under his eyes, working day and night on the front lines for fear that Star-Moon Media might suffer even the slightest mishap.

Blind man Wang had witnessed such a situation before, and his face turned pale with utter astonishment. This was a phenomenon that only occurred upon breaking through to the Earth Spirit Realm, and he had never expected anyone in Spirit Creek Valley to make such a breakthrough.

Of course, the archaeological personnel behind them knew how as well, but as tomb-raiding captains—especially the Uncle and Nephew of the Wu family from the Ping Three Gates—they both preferred taking unorthodox paths. While unorthodox methods might sound derogatory at first glance, they could often yield miraculous results.

Without his magic treasure in hand, True cultivator Xu was no match for it in close-quarters combat. Before long, the skeleton ghost kicked True cultivator Xu away once again and drifted toward Zhang Dadan, who was lying on the ground to the side.

However, after running halfway, it suddenly stopped, then turned its head to glance at Zhang Miao, its canine eyes filled with a chilling coldness.

He was also a local official of the underworld, holding a rank equivalent to a mayor in the mortal realm. Therefore, the City God was closely tied to the city and developed alongside it, presiding over the living and the ghosts, rewarding the good and punishing the evil, as well as governing destiny, fortune, and misfortune.

On the very day he entered the Yuan Dan Realm, he had fought a match against this four-grade beast king, the savage bear. In a bare-handed physical collision, there was no doubt he was brutally and ruthlessly tormented.

Having spoken these words, Chen Xiao directly cupped his fists in salute, which caused the expressions of several elders to change instantly as their smiles vanished.

To guard against the possibility of other martial arts masters remaining on Jiupan Mountain, he dared not channel his internal Qi for protection, relying solely on his physical body to withstand the bitter cold.

"Could these be the topographic maps of this region?" Fan Xinghuo walked over to the table and examined them closely.