Day 59. Still nothing.

As the flash of light vanished just as quickly as it had appeared, Tiansheng finally shifted his attention back to himself. Why had he suddenly stopped?

If he had continued relentlessly attacking the winged demon, he certainly would have succeeded, but it would have been impossible for him to escape the several violent gusts of wind closing in from behind. With no other choice, Tiansheng had to give up the attack, stamping his feet rapidly in mid-air to leap high and evade the oncoming gales.

The cool, damp sensation touched her skin only to vanish instantly, causing Su Lili's right fingers to snap back as if she had received an electric shock.

The dark shadow knew that Elder Guimei's death had dealt a devastating blow to the leader of the Soul Society, which explained why he was in such a furious rage.

Red Boy's injuries had already healed. Although he had fallen unconscious the last time, he was well aware that Tiansheng had saved his life, and thus felt a deep sense of gratitude toward him.

Lu Yufei skillfully slipped off her sun-protective jacket and hung it on the coat rack by the door, acting completely as if she were in her own home.

Stepping forward, Tiansheng spoke again, "Take me to see your abbot at Fahua Temple, Master Kongyin!" He had previously heard Qingsi mention the monastic title of the temple's abbot.

His true strength had been exposed without a reservation in that single palm strike, laid bare before Xiao Zhang like a blank sheet of paper.

Three years ago, Zhao Changyuan hosted a banquet in the palace for the triumphant suppressing army, and Princess Jingrou, who had not yet reached adulthood, met Huo Qingsong. Perhaps it was Huo Qingsong's stern expression, or perhaps Princess Jingrou fell for him at first sight. In any case, ever since then, Princess Jingrou had taken the initiative to show favor to Huo Qingsong.

"To see if you're dead yet?" Cai Guan continued with his sharp tongue. He no longer believed that Xin Kun was out of her mind with illness; it was obvious her brain just hadn't caught up yet.

Sui Yu did not try to stop Shura Ming from leaving out of a desire for destruction; she simply believed that Shura Ming needed to experience pain first in order to understand the impermanence and hardship of the world.

Neither of the two bodyguards expected Ye Feng to resort to physical action without a word. By the time they reacted, the punk with dyed yellow hair had already swallowed several mouthfuls of bathwater. Seeing this, the two bodyguards hurriedly prepared to leap into the pool, but right then, Ye Feng dragged the yellow-haired punk's head back out of the water.

Not long after, Duo Huanle rushed out from the room, nearly colliding with Qian'er, who was just walking back from outside. Seeing Duo Huanle in such a frantic and hurried state, before she could even ask what had happened, he flashed past her and vanished from her field of vision.

He had never intended to hide his intentions at all, laying them entirely bare on his face for Old Fu to see through completely.

Ye Feng's eyes hardened, and two rays of piercing light shot out from his pupils, instantly vanishing. Wherever his gaze fell, everything turned transparent, followed by a continuous chime of superpower appraisal notifications.

Lei Yang let out a hearty laugh, his left hand gently sweeping across his sleeve, and a jade-crystal flute naturally fell into his palm.

"None," Gan Lu muttered sullenly, turning her entire body to the side and staring at the night view outside the car window, ignoring him.

Just as the Fire Demon Tone's words trailed off, the barrier surrounding her instantly shattered, the fragments of light so blindingly fine that she was left momentarily stunned.

He had piloted aircraft in even worse conditions; relying on mere feel and experience to fly was not much of a challenge.

After a brief water fight, Qin Tian suddenly stopped by the side of the boat and stared intently at Zhou Yun-duo.

A long while later, a dense concentration of primordial energy had gathered around Xu Tian. This was the tyrannical nature of the Heaven-Devouring Eight Desolations Art; even someone with the most abysmal aptitude, upon obtaining this art, would cultivate at a speed no slower than any genius.

The wind blade moved with blistering speed. Seeing that he could not retract his wooden stake in time, the burly tiger-skinned man simply let go, allowing it to drop freely. Instead, he shaped his hands into claws, the tips of his ten fingers extending sharp, vicious nails, and actually grabbed straight at the oncoming wind blade, shattering it into pieces.

Before the kinetic force even arrived, its shockwave was already making Leng Dao's robes flutter violently and his long hair whip about. With a cold expression and eyes filled with gravity yet devoid of any trace of fear, Leng Dao abruptly swung his heavy blade and roared, "Slash!"

Since it was the Nationalist government forces that occupied Fuhuo and Honggu, they would inevitably have to annihilate this entire faction of Nationalist troops just the same.

Zheng Han immediately retaliated, scooping up a snowball and hurling it at Cao Yue. After throwing it, she grabbed another handful of snow and charged right at him.

Therefore, before long, the follow-up orders were relayed back. The personnel responsible for front-line surveillance finally heaved a sigh of relief. Leaving just one or two people behind to maintain outer perimeter surveillance, all the others retreated.

Zhao Hao dissipated the orb of light in his hand. He needed to slowly figure out a way to completely fuse these energies together into the most perfect state. However, this was a monumental project that would require him to spend a significant amount of time studying and refining it.

Tie Tou, the stationmaster, walked up on tiptoe, as if terrified of startling Wang Fan, and said to him, "How about I send you fellows back to the realm of the living?" Hearing this, Wang Fan's anger flared up instantly, thinking to himself, When have you ever actually sent me to the realm of the living? You only ever send me off to various kinds of death.

She racked her brain trying to figure out how to get Bold Wang to wear this red thread, and finally came up with a brilliant idea: she wove the red thread into a bracelet and sent it to Bold Wang's home.