Chapter 156: The Tigress Unleashed

Watching the way they interacted, Yun Wu had a sense of things being upside down. These elderly people acted just like children, coming up with all sorts of eccentric ideas, while Yun Yong, despite his youth, carried himself with the maturity of an elder, patiently accompanying them.

Ah... It seemed he would do best not to attend such events in the future, whether weddings, the birth of babies, full-month celebrations, or first-year birthdays. And if he did attend, he must remember to bring gifts.

Observing Zhan Xintang's every move, and concluding that Di might have suffered some sort of mental impairment, he immediately leaped back to keep his distance.

Rong Huazui looked at her with a gentle smile, his gaze so soul-stirring that it felt as though he were admiring a sparkling, precious gemstone.

Faced with Guan Yunqiao, a seasoned veteran in the field of romance, Zhang Xinru—usually so proactive and bold in her actions—could not escape his trap either.

When he gently woke me, I realized with a start that I had actually fallen asleep resting on his back.

In the eyes of others, this man was an absolute monarch, someone not to be trifled with. Yet in Wei Rouyi's eyes, this man belonged entirely to her, to be handled however she pleased.

Without any prelude, without any tenderness, without an ounce of pity, he thrust straight into her raw.

The flavor of this pickled cabbage fish was truly unpalatable, bearing no comparison whatsoever to the version from before.

Since Uchiha Itachi was now working under him, Shunka still felt it necessary to improve the relationship between Sasuke and Itachi, which could also serve as a groundwork for his own redemption in the future.

"Well, well, this dog hasn't woken up yet," Yan Xi said, clearly having just finished morning martial arts practice. A plain hairpin was thrust into her hair, with a white jade bead dangling from its tail.

IU felt that sooner or later, her hair would be rubbed bald by Lin Cang, sending her prematurely into the ranks of the hair-losing masses.

"Snoring so loudly in your sleep, you dare call yourself a cultivator of the immortal arts? You probably haven't even gathered your spiritual energy yet," Yiming sneered as he formed hand seals and cast a spell. Suddenly, with a loud bang, spiritual light flashed across Que Dezi's door. Before Yiming could dodge, his fingers were scorched pitch black.

To be doing such things in a school during broad daylight—those students were truly incredible. Were they really that reluctant to spend a few hundred bucks on a room, or did they find the thrill of doing it here that stimulating?

Yet she had to admit that Murong Qianmeng was indeed exceedingly clever, accurately and flawlessly seizing her greatest vulnerability.

Because her use of ninjutsu was restricted by the iron collar around her neck, her only current combat force was Rock Lee's son.

That terrifyingly searing flame instantly enveloped the Ancient Taiyuan Sword, attempting to refine the power contained within it.

However, she had also heard that many horses suffered from depression; such horses had fiery tempers and were prone to accidents.

Lei Changkong's eyes narrowed into slits of smiling delight, his aged face practically blooming like a flower. He cast a cold glance at Fairy Taiyuan, turning over the idea in his mind of snatching the person and running away immediately. On second thought, he deemed it too risky and reluctantly dismissed the notion for the time being.

Blade clashed against fang. A vast, majestic might surged outward in all directions. The dust suspended in the air was swept completely clean by the fierce gale in an instant. Even the distant mist vanished without a trace in that very fraction of a second.

A cold sneer surfaced on Sun Yan's face. Indeed, in his eyes, these green fiends were utterly pathetic apart from having a bit of brute strength, a fact confirmed even further after testing them out.

The existence of the Ascension Palace would sooner or later be discovered by others, and the current Ascension Sect lacked the ability to protect it. Since that was the case, it would be better to abandon the Ascension Palace outright and preserve themselves.

"Aren't I just clearing obstacles for the lot of you? Let's go, arduous tasks are still waiting for us," Sun Yan said with a shrug, taking the lead and walking forward once more.

"M-Mr. Qin!" Although Consort Chen De enjoyed supreme favor for a time, upon meeting a man so flawless that even the emperor treated him with utmost deference, she found herself stuttering and unable to speak fluently.

"Actually, I could also let Raymond live, and without subjecting him to the kind of torture Richard inflicts," Caesar said leisurely.

Sun Yan twitched the corner of his mouth. Although the plot felt rather cliché, he still forced himself to listen patiently.

No! Xu Yang realized that if he kept looking, he would pass out from sheer excitement. He quickly covered the wooden carving again, closed his eyes, and sat off to the side, panting heavily. After a moment of thought, he got up and left the basement.

"A real man honors his word. How is it you had the guts to make a wager with me, but lack the spine to accept defeat?" Chu Chao sneered mockingly.

"You don't know that Zhang Hao stabbed that big boss's son? Tell your uncle where he is!" Zhang Ziyer's eyes were bloodshot.

"Brother, I have an idea! I'm just not sure if it's feasible!" Qingming leaned close to my ear and whispered a few words.

It was mainly because Chu Chun suffered from a difficult labor at birth, leaving her with a frail constitution ever since, which made everyone dote on her. As she grew older, she became exceptionally adorable, making it practically impossible not to love her.

Only when she began practicing cultivation did she truly realize that a cultivator with five spiritual roots possessed incomparable advantages over other roots—namely, the comprehensiveness of the roots, making all kinds of spells easy to master. Once she could skillfully manipulate the five-attribute spiritual energies within her body, she would come to understand the profound principles of the mutual generation and restriction of the Five Elements even more deeply.

Feigning that nothing had happened and not waiting for her reply, he cupped his hands together and summoned several clusters of flames. Like fluttering butterflies, they drifted in all directions, multiplying by the moment. Gradually, the pitch-black, sunless dungeon grew bright enough to reveal the interior of the room.

At six-30 in the evening, we were fully armed. Three pickup trucks were already in position, awaiting only news from Da He.

Da Mao looked at the slight trickling of blood on its body and didn't care in the least, acting as if the bleeding had nothing to do with it at all.

Time slowly trickled by, and yet that figure finally began to stir. In truth, Xiao Chang had been aware all along; though her physical body could not move, her spiritual sense and divine consciousness remained entirely active—it was only that stubborn shell that had been forced to lie motionless.

Since Leng Chenxuan refused to acknowledge this emotional attachment, why should she torment herself over it? She would be far better off simply living her own life well.

As for strength itself, every single breakthrough from the first to the sixth level of the Longevity Realm was inextricably linked to shedding death aura. If one could not sense the death aura, the shedding process could not take place, and naturally, one's strength could not increase.

Thread-like sword Qi possessed only a limited lifespan; once the time ran out, it would dissipate even if it failed to slay Lin Yan.