Volume 1, Chapter 54: Coincidence

Jian Canghai's gaze remained calm. With a flick of his finger and a downward slash, the giant sword in mid-air rumbled loudly and struck fiercely. The blood-colored giant sword instantly shattered into pieces, dissolving into fragments.

The shrill singing of the children behind him was still closing in. Chen Ziqi looked back to see two eerie green lanterns flickering inside the room, revealing that the children carrying the sedan chair had already entered.

Shen Jiling turned her head away, refraining from looking at him, but her blushing ears betrayed her emotions.

Yet her natural expressions, words, and even her conscious thoughts—all these manifestations were telling him—

"Chieftain! This fellow has been secretly stalking me ever since I entered the forest to hunt. He even used fragrant bait to lure a male lion, intending to have the beast tear me to pieces. Fortunately, my skills are exceptional, and I split the lion in half with a single blade! The evidence is right on this fellow and can be found with a simple search." Ting spoke with composure, hauling Shali forward.

As for Fang Zhengyang, ever since he left the Divine Sword Sect, he had never returned. At that time, Sword Sovereign Qingyuan had personally traveled to the Central Continent to search for Fang Zhengyang's tracks, but finding no clues whatsoever, he gradually gave up.

In fact, Qingyu's idea was correct. Shielded by that female beast, Ting and Qingyu successfully reached the elderly man's dwelling.

Because he held American citizenship, Blake's successful raid on the C-grade dungeon increased the lifespan of the entire nation by 20%, which meant that Gao Dajiang had a share in it as well.

When Fang Zhengyang's sword token was delivered to the Divine Sword Sect, the sect immediately recognized it as his! However, this matter did not cause much of a stir within the sect because it was suppressed by the current sect master, Qiu Chen.

A piece of golden paper fluttered down softly. The hovering Ruyi Pendant lost its luster, as if it had exhausted all its strength, and hung limply against Fang Xiao's chest, stripped of its brilliance and resembling an ordinary pendant.

Having fought for quite a while, he had managed with great difficulty to knock down all those bees, only to discover that the ceiling was still densely covered with countless more bees. It seemed as though they had all been jolted awake now, fluttering down in swarms.

"I'm late!" Looking to the left, Zhou Chuyun had already sent the perpetrator flying. Reaching out, he gently pulled Lin Xi into his embrace and spoke softly.

The next instant, those nine arrows whistled forth, instantly transforming into torrential currents that engulfed the entire area ahead.

Undoubtedly, he would arrive ahead of the Pure Yang Palace contingent, cross the black desert, and locate the burial ground of the Primordial Heavenly Demon.

All the windows of this large private room were tightly shut and covered with heavy curtains. Every indoor light was turned on, and even some handheld auxiliary lighting equipment was aimed at two inverted-V-shaped large armchairs placed in the center of the room. Behind the chairs stood a large, brightly colored backstage backdrop.

Bu Ken pulled over a backrest meeting chair from nearby and sat down powerlessly and dejectedly. Then, he gave two different sets of instructions to the two people.

With the cavalry led by Luo Chao and Qi Wei, they gave the Tatars no chance to charge at Liu Chong's matchlock gunmen. A few charges nearly managed to split apart the two thousand eight hundred foot soldiers under Abatai.

Almost simultaneously, an ice sword shot out from Ao Jiling's mouth, piercing Ye Cuo's dragon body in a flash and passing straight through it.

The payments for this house had not yet been settled, the Hu family wielded deep-rooted influence in Southeast Asia, Hu Xian had business partnerships with several of his enterprises, and more than a dozen workers outside had seen him; expecting them to keep quiet was nothing short of a pipe dream.

Perhaps this was the true face of Da Yi. He was a Buddhist, and what he truly cared about most was his Buddhism. The dragon treasure contested by worldly mortals was probably just a mere symbol to him, far inferior to the great cause of Buddhist heritage.

Erhei was actually sucking blood—blood that was so eerie, terrifying, and brimming with evil aura. Was this ultimately good or bad for Erhei?

Ming Hanfeng was still the last to reach the shore. The moment he landed, he searched for Yun Tu's figure, and his brows furrowed slightly.

He had originally intended to slip into the northern frontier by mingling with a crowd of slaves, but he never expected such a complication to arise midway.

Although the voices of the two men had been low just now, he had still managed to hear them. Zhao Song could never accept anyone looking down on him, so it was only natural that these two boys were destined for misfortune.

As for Lü Bu, looking at Zhao Jun's bewildered face, a mocking and ferocious smile slowly spread across his lips.

My left hand morphed into a palm and slashed toward his neck. I bore him no grudge and was merely seizing a car, with no intention of harming anyone, so the force I used was not heavy. To my surprise, however, the middle-aged man let out a sound of surprise, drew his right leg back, raised his right arm to parry, and kicked forward with his left leg, executing an authentic style of the Tan-leg martial art.

Zhang Mingyu's home was no exception. Lights blared brightly, and through the glass windows, silhouettes could be vaguely seen bustling inside, as if quite a gathering was taking place.

Having made up her decision, Murong Qingran said, "Actually, whether Xuanyuan Che comes or not will not hinder me from doing what I want to do. As for the reason, it is because I also possess the artifact of the Hashaqi tribe, and mine is even more advanced and powerful than theirs."

That was Boss Qiu, whom they had previously feared—a figure who ruled over the scattered supernatural beings in Yuncheng.

Jiu Ci was holding more than a dozen pieces of cut primordial crystals in her room, nibbling on them left and right to check if there were any fake ones mixed in.

Tuogu did not finish his sentence, merely making a throat-slitting gesture, his eyes devoid of the slightest sympathy.

Even if she had once lost her way, fallen into depravity, and even become a demon, at least her mind was clear now.

However, this was her home, and the person he intended to murder was no bad guy—could he not be so radical?

"I have already said that your Chu family cannot bear the crime of slandering the Guyue Auction House. Even if a youngster like you doesn't understand, surely you, Patriarch Chu, don't understand either?" Fatty Guo narrowed his eyes, his tone laced with threat as he looked at Chu Shanhong.

When she saw Dongling Xue's gentleness toward Ye Qingge, the heartache in her heart could no longer be suppressed.

"Gentlemen, the destiny of Turkey is in our hands. Do your utmost to defeat the Chinese. Only in this way do we have a glimmer of survival," President Ismet Inonu said.

Immortal Emperor Yuri—no, it should be Grand Emperor Yuri—reunited with the three juniors, including Ye Fan, in the backyard garden.