Volume One, Chapter 26: I Am Hell

When she was in New York, Jiang Yihuan often mixed drinks for Zhou Jingmo. During her ten years in the United States, Shen Qiming told outsiders that he had sent her abroad for studies, but in reality, he had never truly cared for her, not even providing living expenses. If it hadn't been for Zhou Jingmo, the grass on her grave might already be three feet tall.

Yet, even with Zhou Jingmo by her side, she lacked the desire to live well. Her will to live had been completely extinguished during those four years in the Shen household. Everything she had endured kept her living beneath a sky perpetually veiled by dark clouds, filled with gloom and obscurity. But she chose not to struggle, and she was too listless to even try. She let those negative emotions slowly consume her bit by bit, and she never longed for redemption.

Suddenly, she felt her eyes grow heavy, and waves of pain radiating through her body brought her to the verge of fainting.

Duan Chong sighed again. Before he could speak, the Princess of Chuyun remarked, "The reason you in Dali are so arrogant is merely because of the power of this mysterious weapon. Once a way to counter it is found, how much longer do you think you can remain so rampant?" Having said this, she burst into loud laughter, appearing somewhat deranged.

As for that man, he was naturally the one who had been in seclusion for five years, finally taking the step that only five people in ten thousand years had ever managed.

Governor Liao Zhangjin’s expression was uncertain; the problem Duan Chong had posed was difficult to solve. The only reason Liao Xulin was still alive was that Governor Liao Zhangjin still stood on the side of the Second Prince. If the Governor were to defect to the enemy, it would mean that young Master Liao Xulin would not live much longer.

"Damn it, what do you mean there's no other way? She won't let us go anyway. Do you think you can survive by doing this?" Silly Blade shouted indignantly, though his face looked rather pale.

Except for himself, no one could possibly enter, and surely no one would ever imagine that the base was located inside his own head.

If outsiders were to see them, they would surely be left speechless, for the two men’s footwork was so profound and sophisticated that it was as if they possessed the art of shrinking the earth, covering the distance of eight or nine ordinary steps in just three or five.

"I just climbed up from the ground, and you kick me, then claim I'm attacking you?" Qin Tian’s tone was filled with confusion and resentment.

"Master, please rest assured. My brother and I are no longer the naive children we once were. Until we have enough strength to exact our revenge, we will not act rashly!" Gently closing his eyelids, he let the tears that had gathered in his eyes flow down silently. Huangfu Xuan replied in a clear, resonant voice.

How could this be? Did I hit Qin Tian? What about the brawny man? I clearly saw him just a moment ago—how did he disappear? "Old Li, listen to me. I just saw the brawny man; he wanted to kill you." I approached Qin Tian, intending to help him up from the ground.

After all, the opponent's strength was so formidable. In any given game, the Charlotte Bobcats could certainly not expect many truly good opportunities.

The starlight was exceptionally brilliant tonight; in such a beautiful night sky, was there a star that Feng Wu had always hoped to grasp?

After all, his performance this season was evident to all. Everyone knew that without Wu Dawei, the Cleveland Cavaliers would never have been able to achieve such remarkable success this season.

Lu Yun complained incessantly and asked for a correction, but the servant, having no time for him, simply walked away with a swagger.

Seeing the world plunged into misery, he could only sigh, powerless to help. He knew that if he could not refrain from intervening against destiny, he would surely suffer heavenly retribution, and he believed the outcome would be even more miserable than that of Bu Jingyun.

Sure enough, it was as if she could not withstand the force carried by the opponent's sword; her long blade was violently deflected, trembling uncontrollably. The sword light descended toward her face, drawing a spray of blood.

Upon hearing this, Kong Ci felt a chill in her heart. Human experts were often beyond expectation, but the master of the Black Pupil sounded a hundred times more skilled than her sect leader, Xiong Ba. To be able to make an opponent's every pore bleed without even touching them—could this still be considered human cultivation?

Xiao Wen pretended not to hear. After finishing his chores, he greeted the manager and left work as usual.

"Alright, have Ryan return; prepare to go on," Ferguson said, glancing at Giggs, who was still warming up.

Most of the attention had been drawn away by those two teams, so when the Chinese men's basketball team arrived in Madrid, the attention they received there was clearly not as great as it had been back home, and it did not even compare to the French national team, which was also composed of NBA players.

This wave of scouts could be considered the top-tier intelligence personnel of the Earth's core world; they were veterans among agents and the heads of the special intelligence agency under the Half-Beast King.

Conversely, if the Shadow Flying Tiger and the Six-Headed Mad Python were to deal with someone together, even ten lives would not be enough.

More and more people were arriving, but the person in question, Ye Xunhuan, was at the foot of Mount Qingcheng, not on top of it.

Unlike him, Tang Ye had no background, so he took the initiative to fight for one. As for him, he was born with such a background.

Yuan Geng spoke the truth, for the massive multi-legged beast had already charged over, its speed exceeding what it had shown before, and in the blink of an eye, it was in front of one of them.

However, when they approached within a hundred meters of the island, the raft suddenly began to sway violently. A pounding sound came from beneath, as if a dozen large fish were ramming against the raft.

Lu Qingci looked at Tang Ye, stunned. This damn bastard, this shameless "old man"—why did he always make her feel so moved?

Even when showing off, his own emotional fluctuations, along with those of others, would intensify; therefore, the system often distributed points precisely because of his showing off.

This left Jiang Hai hesitant. He had never really considered death. Perhaps he was fearless at the beginning, but after truly understanding certain things, he did not want to die. There were too many secrets to unravel; he was reluctant to go.

"This is good; at least it won't lead to betrayal." Prince Jian spent a day learning this spell and finally, after finishing his cultivation in the evening, used his spiritual energy to carve a formation in the air.

Previously, he had been invited by the Han Emperor to enter Chang'an. After meeting He Yu'an there, Xia Chunqiu brought He Yu'an along with him to the Xia Capital when he departed.

"Cough, cough, we went into that temple, and the beast-shaped stone statue suddenly came to life and crashed into the man's body. I was too scared, so I fled first." Xia Qingqing was struggling to breathe, her face flushed red.

The young man conjured a sword scabbard out of thin air, crafted from the hollowed-out gift Xie Yun'er had given him. It had a bamboo plate on each side of the tip, making it extremely beautiful.

Yu Zong stared intently at Wu De, thrusting both hands forward. Two soft swords flew out from his sleeves, circling toward Wu De on the wall from left and right.

If the disciple was like this, the master was likely even more terrifying! Going to Qielue Mountain probably wasn't a joke, but if he really went, wouldn't he tear his own mountain peak apart?

The further he traveled from home, the slower the days seemed to pass. From the moment he left Tongzhou until now, it had been exactly three years. He, Zhang Muliu—a swordsman with mediocre aptitude—had actually almost broken through three realms in three years.