Volume One Chapter 98: Lesion

The colossal sword thrust toward Tianjizi, its might overwhelming and awe-inspiring, shaking the myriad realms, dimming the very stars.

At that moment, the giant beast descended upon Earth. Though it had been shifted into the Mirror Dimension by Gu Yi, the dark aura it left behind had already spread throughout all of Gotham.

But in truth, the situation was far more complicated than he had imagined. When his bid had reached six billion dollars, the board of Metropolis Communications had already agreed to the transfer—yet the report applying for the share transfer had been rejected at numerous stages along the way.

"Wow..." Sophie's eyes brimmed with tears. Hearing Li Chen's confession, she clung to his arm and wept without restraint.

It could truly be said that Wu Yonghuai had calculated every last scheme. No one would have ever expected that he would actually put such an openly ancient object to use.

The relationship between Emperor Ye and Yang Bing was hardly a secret in the Holy Gate; they were openly known to be lovers.

These two had both been brought from the Xuan family estate, and this information was surely recorded in the household register of the Xuan family servants. Asking again now was merely a way to let them introduce themselves before their master, so that the master might gain a deeper understanding of them through their speech and bearing.

When the rift had fully healed, the entire space trembled violently. The air churned, as if something were about to materialize out of thin air.

After seeing Wu Ling'er off, Zhao Zixuan rushed back to the capital at full speed—only to arrive at noon the following day, when the Five Nations Culinary Competition had already begun. He was barred from entry, and the man blocking his way was none other than Wang Shaokun.

A frenzied suction force surged forth from the tornado, countless wind blades ravaging everything around with keen, slicing force.

Those words were directed at Wen Man, but Tang Wan's slap never landed—she was stopped by Ye Junyi, who directly seized her wrist and held it firmly in his grip.

When he first arrived in this world, Shen Changqing had found it somewhat difficult to adjust, but as time passed, he gradually grew accustomed to it.

Cotton-padded clothes and quilts were indeed cheaper than fur coats. Three sets of padded underwear and trousers, plus three new cotton quilts, came to a total of one tael of silver.

But in that moment when Ye Li appeared so casually, Lu Baiting's fury arose—an ending that even Lu Baiting himself had never anticipated.

In that instant, he ran through every attack and defense spell he had recently learned, reviewing them all in his mind.

However, her condition was rather poor. Her round, egg-shaped face was drained of color, and from time to time, she cast glances at me tinged with a hint of resentment.

When that voice reached Lin Meng's ears, her eyelids twitched violently.

The Ten Day Lords were not truly dead—they were destined to be enshrined as gods in the future. But in Tian Zhong's plan, the Ten Day Lords were not meant to appear on the Investiture List. Moreover, at the very beginning, Tian Zhong had conferred with the Ten Day Lords, and both sides had reached a consensus. In other words, the Ten Day Lords' decision to come out of seclusion this time was entirely their own doing.

As she spoke, Sun Dapeng's wife tearfully recounted, with great embellishment, all the sacrifices she had made for Song Xu over the years.

But what they never expected was that Subacha had actually been killed by a martial artist from their Huaxia nation. How was it that they knew nothing of such a major event? And who exactly was this man called Jiang Chengtian, that he could actually kill Subacha?

Yun Yan looked up, seeing the deep concern written across Mu Jingnan's face. She nodded and said with a smile, "Alright." She clasped his hand in return, turned, and prepared to leave.

"It's fine—I'll give you six of my twelve personal guards. They'll help you root out the traitors for me." Princess Naga whispered a few more words into Shu Feng's ear.

Flapping its wings directly, it suspended that massive steel body in midair. The appearance of this steel eagle left countless players staring in a daze. Never before had they imagined that this lord-rank puppet giant could actually fly into the sky—and moreover, transform its exterior like a Transformer.

Most importantly, the number of players of Dungeon & Fighter had begun to decline slowly. This meant that some players had completely given up on Dungeon & Fighter.

The Hundred Schools of Thought each had their own philosophy of governance. For instance, the Confucians advocated rule by virtue and benevolent governance, the Mohists advocated universal love and opposition to offensive warfare, and the Legalists advocated governing the country according to law.

This time, he searched around but did not immediately return to that ruined temple. Instead, he found another mountain peak and descended upon it. Before landing, he had carefully surveyed the area several times, and only when he was certain there were no alien beings did he slowly descend.

"Let me come with you to look for the thing. We can enjoy the scenery along the way anyway." Zhang Yue looked at Lei Shen Xiaocangsheng, who was behaving rather woodenly, felt a quiet amusement, and spoke in a soft, gentle voice.

Yun Yi formally decided to name the realm above the Innate Stage the Grandmaster Stage. If there existed a realm beyond the Grandmaster Stage, it could be named the Great Grandmaster Stage.

It was not that she was unwilling to let go—it was simply that, between her and Xi Jinyan, was there truly any possibility of going back?

"Once we cross this mountain, we'll reach the place where my second junior brother lives," Lu Xuehua said. After walking for so long, her breathing remained perfectly steady, whereas the others had unconsciously begun to show signs of breathlessness. This was exactly the moment where the depth of one's internal cultivation became apparent.

It seemed that Jin Rilie had truly been pushed to the brink by me; otherwise, he would never have abandoned the Golden Crow Sacred Body he had cultivated for a hundred years.

Only then did Mark realize how inappropriate his words had been—blurted out in a fit of rage without thinking. He quickly apologized and made amends. A Shanghai man owning up to his mistakes and fearing his wife was, after all, a good habit.

Pure design business accounting was not particularly complicated—at most, it was the interior decoration engineering side that involved a few more accounting subjects. At that time, the business tax had not yet been replaced by the VAT, and there were indeed plenty of legitimate methods of tax avoidance: one simply needed to shift items with high tax rates into categories with lower tax rates.

Look at the competition entries from the fine arts school—unified in style, brimming with creativity, doing exactly what the teachers instructed. Yet after graduation, their students were in high demand and remarkably accomplished. This was because they had learned one truth while still in school: temporary compromise and concession were means to better survival and development! What enterprise or company wouldn't like such students?

"It was a poor student with the surname Yang. Just because of a basketball game—they couldn't beat Hai'er—so they flew into a rage and beat Hai'er to this state. Not just Hai'er—the entire basketball team, and even the head referee, were all beaten by him. A ruffian, a complete ruffian!" Lin Bilian wept as she made her accusation.