Volume 1, Chapter 154: Do Not Cry

Zhou Jingdu seemed exceptionally adept at acting vulnerable.
Take right now, for instance.
Shen Zhaowu was completely helpless against him.
She sighed. "I just think you went too far with what you said. I can't possibly wear Jin Yao's clothes and help you curse Jin Yao at the same time. I just can't do that."
"I know," Zhou Jingdu said in an even lower voice.

Wuxing wore a look of utter disbelief. She had never even heard of such a figure, though it made sense—shattering the void and creating life, how could the mindset of such a being be understood by a mortal like her?

Facing hundreds of soldiers, if he were alone, it certainly would have been effortless. But by his side were his precious treasure and his companion whose martial arts were mediocre at best.

He and Xiong Yan had known each other for many years, ever since the days when Xiong Yan took the imperial examinations. Because of this, they were very close and shared a seniority that allowed them to speak the unvarnished truth.

At that moment, a chilling chuckle drifted faintly into Hanyu Takashi's ears, like an evil spirit emerging from a pitch-black abyss. The freezing sensation pierced him so deeply that he couldn't help but shiver.

Relying on intuition was essential for self-preservation, and the same rule applied to making friends. When Jiao Beiming interacted with others, his first step was always to trust his gut.

Yet, Ouyang Luo had rarely been seen lately. Sometimes he wouldn't return until the early hours of the morning, and even then, he would only shower, change his clothes, and leave once again.

Qin Feng was baffled. With that kind of intelligence, how on earth had this fellow managed to cultivate himself to the rank of a Martial Emperor? He actually believed such absurd lies! What on earth did waking up have to do with the shouting? Speechless, he nevertheless leaped to Shangguan Tuo's side. If someone tried pulling a stunt like that on Earth, they would probably be done for instantly.

Try as he might, racking his brains to the utmost, he still couldn't fathom what on earth Gu Xichen was plotting by simply standing by and watching him fall right into the trap.

The shadow extended its illusory body, creeping toward the mysterious figure. It circled him for a brief inspection; although he had only suffered a single blow, the wound on his forehead was severe—not fatal, certainly, but it was clear he would be of no use for quite some time.

This was hardly disgraceful. Aside from the three reclusive old monsters and the elusive sect leader of Medicine King Mountain, the hall masters of the various palaces held the highest rank and enjoyed the most revered status.

Yang Liu spotted her first, her smile freezing instantly. She turned back and gave a tug to Lian Xin, who was in the middle of talking to Zhou Yun.

Though she was still as taciturn as ever, Lu Nanshuang's attitude could be considered quite amiable, considering she usually chose to completely ignore this odious scoundrel.

Cheng Yuan slammed the takeout bag onto the table with a loud thud, sending a clump of rice bouncing out of the box.

Yao's mind stirred, and one pitch-black passage after another materialized beneath the tree cocoon. Immediately afterward, the residents of the ninja world who had yet to be transformed into White Zetsu were hurled straight into the Kamui dimension.

Pang Dasong was already twenty years old. While he had grown into a strapping, broad-shouldered young man, his face was covered in a constellation of pitted acne that looked rather terrifying.

He got out of the car to select a bouquet of vibrant, dewy red roses, yet handed the accompanying card directly to Ou Nianjin.

"Even as ordinary friends, sharing a late-night snack shouldn't be an issue, right?" Zhou Quan asked again.

If he had known beforehand, any warrior capable of such destructive power would undoubtedly rank among the supreme existences of the entire continent.

Convinced that she had this man firmly under her control, she had come to find him alongside her son, brimming with absolute confidence. She never expected him to be so cold and merciless.

B raised an eyebrow, though she didn't look particularly surprised. She massaged her abused jaw and cervical spine, then trailed amiably beside A.

"Liu Biyue!" Seeing Liu Biyue make a run for it on her own and abandoning him to his fate, Liu Qingyang was filled with such fury that it felt as though his eyes were splitting open. The Phantom Illusion Tracking technique was a treasured artifact passed down through generations in the Liu family, as well as a life-saving device left behind by their father, yet Liu Biyue had selfishly swallowed it all for herself.

At that moment, what flashed through his mind was the scene of his very first encounter with the Seed. If the Seed had pulled a stunt like that on him back then, he would have been dead long ago.