Chapter 46 I Shall Inherit Everything

Xu Xia broke out in a cold sweat, nearly dumbfounded to find that things could be interpreted this way. He could be so grandly wrong, feeling as though "though millions shall go, I will proceed," leaving him to marvel at the profound depth of the Chinese language.

In a daze, a strange feeling arose in the heart of the third master of the Zhao family. This Chen Li seemed not to be a youth at all, but rather a demonic beast that had survived for an unknown number of years, terrifying in might and astonishing in wisdom.

The two fought fiercely together. Although the youth held the high ground, he could not gain any real advantage over Huzi. Enraged, Huzi wielded his wooden staff with increasing ferocity.

After all, with tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even millions of IP addresses running online, how difficult was it to single out that one correct target from among them?

As long as the abusive shouting was allowed to drag on, there was no need to worry about failing to attract onlookers. Once the volume of spectators reached a certain point, Wang Hai would simply be trapping himself in a cocoon of his own making, and no matter what he did, he would be unable to fight off the crowd alone.

"How dare he!" Yilian glared resentfully at Xu Luocheng, leaving him utterly baffled. Why did she suddenly glare at him after muttering to herself? She must be out of her mind. Xu Luocheng turned away and ignored her.

"Young Master Mingxiao, didn't you say previously that you were going to marry both princesses?" Gong Tianba was older, after all, and remained relatively much calmer.

Wang Tian let out a helpless sigh, never expecting that Pan Ling would betray him just like that.

Before long, Chen Qingzhi and his men arrived beneath the walls of Changsha. The defenders had already prepared themselves. In his hands, Huang Zhong held a bow and arrow, a piercing chill flashing through his gaze. If Liaoxi were here, he would surely sense that Huang Zhong's aura was identical to that of Yang Youji.

Dongfang Yunxing quietly gazed at the couple before her, her expression icy and her eyes filled with utter mockery.

The muscles concealed beneath her clothing rippled with formidable explosive power, and her athletic, powerful strides resembled those of someone emerging from a specialized training facility.

With just a brief trial of circulation, he directly mastered the divine ability of the Seven Killings of the White Tiger and restored his true form as the Six-Winged Golden Cicada.

One could even say that the balance of power between the two sides would flip, with Liuhe instead becoming the dominant faction.

However, was Gray Serpent not also utilizing him? Utilizing him to gather data on this world, utilizing him to draw out the vessel of Finality, and utilizing him to record the intensity of the highest-grade energy generated by the World Bubble.

Taking turns to change back into their clothes in another room, exhausted from a day filled with sudden terror and panic, Mo Yao collapsed onto the bed in weariness.

Qin Tianyue’s gaze turned slightly cold, her hand resting against the wall tightening slightly until faint bloody streaks marred the surface. Feeling the pain in her fingers, she shifted her gaze back to the wall and withdrew her hand, knowing she must not let her emotions spin out of control at this moment.

Glaring at Mo Yishen standing right before her and not daring to speak too loudly, Qin Tianyue lowered her head slightly as she noticed the shocked gazes of everyone fixed upon them, accompanied by a rising chorus of respectful greetings all around her.

Originally expecting it to end in such a monotonous and dull fashion, she hadn't anticipated that Guanyin Bodhisattva would finally pull out some genuine tricks at the very end.

Struggling to open her eyes, when she caught sight of their smiling expressions, it felt as though eerie winds were blowing with a biting chill that made both of them shiver all over.

To a certain extent, Wang Ming did not voluntarily wish to join the military coup on the day of the Xuan Shen Grand Ceremony. It was more a result of Crown Prince Zhao Gou's coercion and temptation, leaving him with no choice but to board the ship.

Finally, as time slowly drifted by, the entire body of the Earth-Eating Beast turned pink. Its cries began to change as well, becoming sharper and more prolonged.

"Why don't you and Aunt have another one? After all, you're still young!" Yitian did not want to inherit the legacy, just as Huaiyin hadn't wished to inherit it back then—neither wanting to be bound by the family.

"There are no more moves left!" Completely at a disadvantage, Allen had no choice but to charge forward, continuously utilizing high-speed movement to shift positions. To prevent the Phantom Wolves from blocking his path, his trajectory had to become even more elusive, forcing him to push his perception to the maximum just to track their locations.

Looking at the pill floating in a spinning motion before him, Xu Mo did not hesitate. He reached out and grabbed the pill within his palm, then opened his mouth, casually tossed it in, and swallowed it down.

"Hmph, if you want to touch my brother, did you even ask me first?" Zixuan’s voice echoed with a long howl as he spread his wings and plummeted downward.

A streak of colorful light slashed across the sky, plunging toward the ocean horizon like a shooting star.

A company's employee ID card served as both the access pass into the building and the meal card for the cafeteria; it could even be used for purchases in the company's supermarket. Functioning much like an all-in-one card, it could be used virtually everywhere within the company premises.

"People usually call me the Unfettered Rogue Immortal." The supreme deity said with a smile. Zhang Cuishan nodded toward the Unfettered Rogue Immortal, then turned his gaze to Lord Gongsun.

As for those Night Beasts that had not been touched by the sunlight, they also began to retreat backward, seemingly terrified of being illuminated by the light.

Mount Hua in the Western Yue is far too famous to need much introduction. Already renowned for its steepness and perilous terrain, the game takes it to an even greater extreme, not only expanding its scale but also elevating its height. Even though it was the scorching heat of summer within the game, the main peaks of Mount Hua remained capped with pristine white snow.

The humid and sweltering air left Bai Mei, draped in a thick Daoist robe, completely drenched in sweat. The robe clung tightly to his body, and the long hair at his temples was plastered against his cheeks by the moisture.

Walking for another few minutes, he arrived at the carriage agency, paid the fare, and boarded the carriage back to Kunlun.

Lai Ye, Shen Tao, and the other youths in their early twenties felt their hearts burn with fiery ambition upon learning of the gap in strength before and after Xiang Ningxuan's advancement. Meanwhile, the news of Xing Haifeng's advancement acted like oil poured on fire.

This was the pillar industry of Heiyin City and also the headquarters of its ruling faction, the Eight Gates.

The Wudang Sect was not located solely on Mount Wudang; it encompassed four major mountains as well as a radius of eight hundred miles containing seven towns and twelve villages.

Recovering his wits, Zhou Chen cast his gaze once again toward the invisible clash between Elder Yao and the Grim Reaper Karl, only to suddenly discover that the atmosphere between the two was exceptionally calm and tranquil.

"Amitabha, this poor monk is not fat; this is just being robust!" Tathagata arrived before Long Yuan, pressed his palms together in a bow, and then—there was simply no follow-up whatsoever. Ten thousand divine beasts stampeded across Long Yuan's mind as he reflexively pulled a few funny faces at her.