Chongqing Express

The chromatic dragons are notoriously temperamental; one second they might be all smiles and pleasantries, and the next they would tear you apart and swallow you whole.

With a deafening crash, the massive golden pig let out a piercing shriek before its body fractured, bursting apart with a loud clang.

Bai He pondered for a moment. Most wizards were shrewd individuals with a multitude of stray thoughts, yet a considerable number of them chose to convert to some church after acquiring immense power. Perhaps this choice meant they had weighed the options and relinquished their independent consciousnesses. Could it be that wizards retaining independent consciousness were exceedingly rare across the multiverse?

He smiled bitterly. This departure would surely consume a lengthy span of time, and when they met again, a millennium would have passed.

Soaring up into the clouds, the Frost Dragon Knight Order lined up in neat rows behind him. Blue and green dragons glared restlessly at the injured golden dragon on the ground, their eyes flashing with bloodlust, yet they dared not act out of turn under Bai He’s overwhelming deterrence.

However, this was her first time experiencing the Obon Festival of this era. Particularly now that she lived as a yokai, the mere thought of whether she might encounter genuine ghosts filled her with excitement.

Hua Ziye’s words were crystal clear. He wanted to let Ye Wanying know that he cherished her deeply, and out of that love for her, he had embraced Jiang Nan as a member of his own family.

Nangong Boyi paid no heed to the gazes of others, simply wrapping his arm around Jiang Nan’s shoulders as they walked toward the school cafeteria.

At the very least, they could not make a move against Konoha before resolving the threats posed by Shimura Yo, Uzumaki Kushina, and Uchiha Mikoto. Otherwise, none of those three were figures that ordinary people could easily deal with.

Yet now, the scientific expedition team had unexpectedly discovered hundreds of evolutionary techniques. As time marched on, that number would continue to swell, multiplying beyond all counting.

As for his avatars, however, they seemed largely unchanged, maintaining their customary serene and tranquil expressions.

Otherwise, if the members of the Dragon Shadow made a dazzling spectacle of themselves in the preliminary rounds, where would Gu Zhengtang possibly hide his face?

Consequently, not only the Thunder Emperor, but their entire lineage was burning with curiosity to know exactly what Liang Yu had obtained within the legacy, causing the number of times the Thunder God’s legacy could be utilized to plummet so drastically.

As this commotion rippled outward, the billowing flames previously unleashed by Liang Yu were suddenly extinguished, causing Liang Yu’s pupils to contract slightly.

The moment these words were uttered, the members of the Dark Council immediately voiced their support, while other Western powerhouses expressed vehement opposition.

Yet, when he desired to aid Chen Shenzhi, he was astounded to discover that he was utterly powerless to help.

Watching Wu Zitong’s expression, which practically screamed conspiracy, Li Shaofan for some reason felt a persistent sensation of having been tricked, though he could not quite fathom the reason behind this hunch.

Even though he had crossed paths with Xia Heng midway, they had never once discussed matters concerning the Xia Group.

Although that spaceplane would merely loop around the Earth's atmosphere and return, for him, as long as he could catch one more glimpse of that boundless cosmos, he would be content.

The indigo blade aura instantly cleaved apart the body of the death worm before it could burrow back underground. Shrieks of agony and terror echoed from beneath the earth, while the indigo sphere of light arrived at that very moment, descending like an immortal deity, laden with light and energy so intense it seemed to warp the air itself.

This sudden display of intimacy startled Song Ru. She let out an involuntary gasp, and as she lifted her gaze, she plunged straight into Xie Han’s gloomy and profound eyes.

Gathering three tribes yielded a force of roughly two thousand troops, making it arduous to hold a city against a siege. Yet since corpse beasts possessed no intelligence, as long as one operated skillfully, hope was not entirely lost.

Yet despite the illusion that dawn was approaching, the chilling aura swirling and echoing across the land showed not the slightest sign of abating; instead, it surged with an even more intense momentum.

The thundercloud continued its rotation, lightning flashing brilliantly. Powerful bolts of thunder struck Zhao Feng again and again, electric sparks dancing ceaselessly. Beneath the constant regeneration of his steel-wrought physique, his skin grew smooth and delicate, his muscles became more formidable, his bones tougher, and most importantly, his martial arts golden core shattered.

Yuzhi was sent staggering by the slap, her cheek burning with a fiery, stinging pain, her ear even more so. Consort Hua’s nail guards were exceptionally long, and she assumed they must have scratched her.

These colors stirred varying sensations within Zhao Feng’s spirit: sharpness, scorching heat, heaviness, overflowing vitality, and a soothing moisture. These five sensations presumably corresponded to the five elemental spiritual energies of the Demon Spirit Star: Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, and Earth.

"Solidifying Sun Yuan-Nourishing Pill." A single pill of this grade was valued at eighty thousand taels of silver and could consolidate and elevate the cultivation of martial arts masters at the seventh and eighth stages.

Hearing his son’s familiar voice, Fang Zheng slammed the newspaper onto the table with a sharp "crack."

After all, this was the demeanor of the older generation figures of the primordial era—unseen yet heard through laughter, their attitude impeccably upright.

"Shaoyang, do not go, I beg you, do not go, do not leave me. I truly love you so deeply and cannot live without you." Jiaoyue’s tone and posture were lowered to the very dust, tears streaming incessantly from her eyes.

The surrounding water ripples suddenly surged outward, and Wei Qing swam swiftly to her side, pulling her into his embrace as his cold lips pressed against hers.

Yet she always felt that fellow Mr. Gu was simply too high-strung, acting as though he wanted to strap her to his waistband even when he went to work.

No one wished for her to vanish from this world more than An Waner. Clearly, they resembled one another so closely, yet why did everyone only care about her? Everyone wanted her to disappear, as if the sole purpose of her birth was merely to serve as a stepping stone on the path of the All-City True God.

Solely because of those words from Qingfeng, the crowd suddenly settled down and continued to follow Qingfeng upward.

Situ Han and the old Daoist priest were preparing to refine a new batch of pills, a process requiring two full years to complete. For this reason, Situ Han resolved to enter secluded meditation for two years, traveling to an imperial palace outside the capital to refine the medicine, leaving Jiaoyue to govern state affairs from behind a beaded curtain.