Volume 1, Chapter 45: The Origin of Snow Domain City

Xiao Wei nodded, feeling a bit embarrassed. She hadn't expected such a warm reception at the Li family estate, which inevitably made her feel somewhat undeserving.

Wukong struck with merciless fury, vowing to smash Asa into a pulp. With that devastating blow, the cracked chalky soil was pulverized into fine powder. Pale dust, mixed with demonic flames, danced wildly across the sky, swirling around the blazing fire enveloping Wukong's body like mosquitoes caught in an electric zapper, instantly emitting sharp, popping crackles.

Unexpectedly, the accountant hurriedly cried out, "Wrong, wrong, wrong!" He repeated the word three times, revealing just how tense and anxious he was.

By this time, Lin Tian already knew he had fallen into a trap—the same old trick, a ghost's maze. However, figuring out how to escape this maze wasn't the most important thing; finding the entity creating it was. That was the fundamental issue.

The burial chamber was neither too large nor too small, measuring about seven to eight meters long and five to six meters wide. Yet, it contained only a single hanging coffin, indicating this was not the main burial chamber, but rather an side chamber. There was a doorway leading out, which should have been connected to a corridor.

Without a viable solution, Zhu Tianjiang had not yet ordered an assault on the city, continuing instead to dispatch scouts daily to explore the canyon. Zhan Ling had also arrived at the main camp from Koba City to help Zhu Tianjiang brainstorm solutions.

Therefore, although both Annielot and Inilis felt a lingering sense of reluctance, they understood a fundamental truth: to Regner, Irene held a far more profound and special significance. They had shared many firsts with each other, and naturally, Irene deserved to be Regner's first kill.

"I will." Number One was already walking forward as she answered, without turning her head back.

Gazing at the purple radiance, the heavens and earth fell into absolute silence. Lei Wanzun's figure was swallowed up just like that, and did not reappear even after the purple glow between heaven and earth completely dissipated.

In his heart, he had always believed that no matter what skills Ning Zhe possessed, when it came to the concentration of inner spiritual power and the strength of the soul, Ning Zhe would naturally fall vastly short compared to him.

Uncle Wang behind him made his move, pointing his right hand like a sword and fiercely thrusting toward the bandit leader's neck.

To be honest, I was once quite worried that Xu Gang would feel a pang of heartache over parting with four hundred thousand, or that he might not even be able to produce the sum at all.

"It doesn't matter, I'm already used to it." Without saying anything further to Lu Wangyi, she hoisted her mountaineering backpack and made a flamboyant departure.

Just as Qin Chuan and Lin Xia left, a car quietly tailed them. This vehicle had been tracking them for quite some days, though it had never found a suitable opportunity to make a move.

Situ Hao finally reacted and loosened his grip slightly. Seizing this moment of relaxation, Mo Sufei immediately pushed him away and prepared to stand up and leave.

No one expected that this Daoist Ermu would appear on television, offering free clinic consultations specifically tailored for stubborn and difficult ailments.

A powerful surge of spiritual power spread outward, centered around Long Mu and the old man in black robes. The yellow sand on the ground rose several zhang high like towering waves, covering a radius of a hundred paces.

Yet Tunan's attitude filled Mu Qinqin with a sense of envy. No matter how unruly and mischievous Tini might be, this older brother would always humble himself for her sake, unlike her own family, in whose eyes a shred of warmth was never to be found.

Right at that moment, Sikou Ting, who had already overheard everyone's chatter, cast a fierce glare from afar. After a collective intake of breath, the crowd trembled uncontrollably from head to toe.

Yunmeng smiled gently. Although her entire body was covered in scales with a metallic sheen, her smile was far more captivating than the shimmering scales themselves.

Because of his exceptional lightness skills and towering stature, Lin Yuran always found bending over somewhat tiring. Thus, he simply leaped into the air, hovering parallel to the ground with his chest about twenty centimeters above the surface.

After losing the Seven-Colored Poison Bead, the toad spirit did not surrender immediately. Flattening its four limbs against the ground, it sucked in a deep breath, puffed up its belly, and let out a croak before spitting toward Qingyi. A streak of black sword qi shot out from its mouth, hurtling straight at her.

Presumably, these creatures would not unleash such moves until the very last moment. But once unleashed, it would undoubtedly spell immense trouble.

Just as they were feeling utterly helpless, He Ziyan's father, the gambling tycoon He Tianhong, Pan Zhaorong's father Pan Weijie, and numerous key figures from both the He and Pan families rushed to the hospital upon receiving the news.

Naturally, Tang Seng had no intention of getting involved in such a boring dispute. Instead, he cast his gaze toward Qindai. In truth, he was the least suspicious of her; the girl truly did not look like someone who would lure a man infatuated with her out in the middle of the night to murder him and then dump his body in a pond.

Ferguson had not expected Manchester City to be so fierce today. Not only were they unsatisfied with a single point at Old Trafford, but they were also gunning for all three. After bringing on Berbatov, his defensive coverage dropped, and for a time Manchester City overwhelmed them, leaving United with only the power to parry and no strength to counterattack.

This was a certain goal. Goalkeeper De Sanctis had no time to make a save, but defender Guedes cleared the ball off the goal line.

Just as the green crystal on the necklace emitted a cross-shaped radiance, a figure suddenly materialized amidst a flash of golden light. Its right hand caught the necklace dancing in mid-air. When the Tailed Beast's arm reacted and viciously struck at this figure, the figure vanished just as abruptly.

"What?" Zhou Qizheng was in the middle of speaking enthusiastically when this remark made his heart skip a beat, instantly filling him with a bad premonition.

"Teacher Fujita, is the result of your careful deliberation to stuff a campus inspirational drama full of romance elements?" Qin Han asked with a smile, his expression betraying neither joy nor anger.