Volume One, Chapter 54: Heads Fall

"Commander, I know you carry the weight of everyone in your heart. Just knowing you care for us is enough to make us happy!" He Shaosheng quickly exclaimed.

Huang Hua spoke with such emotion, and after he finished, Guyuan remained silent, seemingly lost in deep thought.

The physician’s Six-Character Breathing Technique—Xi, Xu, He, Xi, Chui, Hu—bears a remarkable resemblance to the Buddhist Six-Syllable Mantra—Om Mani Padme Hum, also known as the Great Compassionate Avalokitesvara Mantra—different in form, yet similar in spirit.

"Xue’er, you’re being cursed and insulted like this—how can you not be angry?" The emperor was more anxious than the eunuch himself. Zhong Liang strode over, flung aside her quilt, and refused to let her sleep.

In a mere ten minutes, everyone in the Xie household, including the servants, lay in pools of blood.

He truly could not bear to see such an innocent, pitiful infant—only a few days old—suffer such a cruel fate.

Dian Han watched from the side, audibly gasping, as if a piece had been torn from her heart, leaving her flustered and uneasy. In the end, she could only turn away, unable to watch any longer.

Yet when some particularly lucky pilots from the "European United Fleet" rolled past the interception of the "Feathered Bolt," hoping to cause trouble for the "Meteor" medium bombers of the Chinese Federation, they were astonished to find that these bombers had already turned around and were heading back toward Butterfly City.

Her anger had not subsided, nor had the problem been resolved, when a dizzying wave of heat suddenly assaulted her, plunging her into a vertiginous, dreamlike state.

When she landed again, Lin Yan was already standing at the edge of the massive pit, looking across at Hai Yuntian from the opposite side.

Though I opened the wardrobe decisively, I was always on guard—in that instant when the fist shot out, I was already prepared.

In truth, the intelligence he had received was not wrong—the real Wu Chenyang truly could not practice the art of curses. But Xiang Gangtian, this impostor, could! Having merged with the body of a shamanic deity, not only could he practice it, but he had reached the ninth rank of shamanic mastery—his soul was powerful enough.

Leaving the underground city did not mean safety; Xiang Gangtian knew this was only the true beginning. Without daring to pause, he activated his earth-escaping technique and, taking Thunder Sovereign with him, sped away.

I had thought that after saying such things, Zhang Yingying would not dare do anything to me. But to my surprise, she showed a playful smile, pressed her lips to my neck without the slightest hesitation, and her hands began to wander boldly over me.

The chilling laughter of the Undying Demon echoed out, causing Zhang Ling’s expression to change from sullen to furious.

Diao Lei also frowned, glaring at his own protector before turning his head away, as if he did not know him.

Of course, the most important point was that Duan Lang had always allowed people to seek enlightenment here—so why stir up further trouble?

I kept my head down and followed behind them. If Teacher Liu treated me so kindly, I would certainly speak to her with respect.

Upon hearing that startled cry, I suddenly realized something and snapped my eyes open at once.

In the eyes of all EU players, the "Rooted Rainfall" skill could only instantly kill those frail professions with little health; if it encountered a warrior class, it was utterly ineffective.

"If you return, what will happen to her?" Qin Muchen turned slightly, pulling her into his arms.

Until he turned to a particular document, Ye Zhao’s movements halted—he stared intently at the application in his hand.

Sharp teeth bit down as the water surged violently, bubbles hindering Qingkong’s vision. This kind of intense underwater close combat far exceeded anything Qingkong had imagined.

Let alone the others in the hall—even Du Xuexin herself was thoroughly astonished.

When he grasped the jade, the world around him slowly faded away, and others saw his body fading too, until both he and the jade vanished from this world.

The other card artisan, who had initially mocked Luo Tianchen and ceded the stage to him in hopes of seeing him embarrassed, now realized what was happening and, equally excited, crowded in to watch Luo Tianchen’s every move, unable to tear his eyes away.

The Celestial Emperor gradually regained his composure, yet he found himself at a loss for words—sometimes speaking as an ordinary man, sometimes as if mad—making true communication impossible.

On the mountain here stood a vast earthen fortress, beneath which sprawled a cluster of ramshackle houses. The best three belonged to three beast kings.

That battle was grueling. After slaying countless undead, the adventurers were utterly exhausted and eventually overwhelmed by the ceaseless tide of dead, fiercer even than a beast horde.

A dazzling slash of sword energy shattered Xu Shan’s right side, but in the very next instant, his body reformed. Hovering in the air, he stared at Ye Tianxun in utter terror.

Zhou Tianbao emerged victorious. The Zhou clan cheered and held their heads high, while the Yan clan hung their heads in defeat and confusion. Zhou Tianbao had actually bested Prince Qiu—just as his father had won that decisive battle years before.

Their current residence was a temporary outpost of Conde’s. He and the slain vampire had once guarded this place, killing all intruders. Amidst the present chaos, the vampires remained hidden, penetrating deep into the continent without being discovered.

Therefore, when the demonic wolf bloodline within Jing Ye’s body was unleashed, it could easily cloud his mind and dominate his body, in an instant transforming him into a demon filled with rage and destruction.

"The newcomers are hostile. Let’s hope they’re not here for the Ye family," Ye Ran said gravely. "One is at the innate stage, four are at the postnatal external strength stage, and three at the internal strength stage—a force like this is unlikely to be targeting us," but worry still lingered in his expression.

The cave remained, but it was empty, draped in cobwebs, as if it had been abandoned for many years.

The teacher on the platform frowned at first, but upon turning and seeing Principal Liu’s stooped, sorrowful form, he quickly forced a smile—though it was clear nothing good was afoot.