Chapter 140: Soul Breaking Mountain, Evil Spirit!

Seeing that Li Chang'an seemed to hesitate for a moment.

The crowd nodded in unison at first, then shook their heads just as quickly, terrified that he might misunderstand, and stammered, "This is perfect, truly!"

They had braved countless perils, traveling thousands of miles just to curry favor with Li Chang'an.

Naturally, it was impossible for them to be entirely without an ulterior motive.

The title of the God of Martial Arts could be considered a modest bit of flattery; after all, with power as formidable as Li Chang'an's, any heavenly treasure or earthly rarity was his for the taking.

At their elevated level, rules, laws, and even technology were all interconnected; that the pinnacle of science was divinity was a truth they universally accepted.

"Is that so... No matter, I was merely curious, perhaps it might jog a memory," Luo Zhaoyuan murmured, his brow furrowing deep.

The sunlight from beyond the window spilled once more across King Selling, bathing him in a radiance that seemed the most exquisite tapestry in all the world.

Before they could even reach the old homestead, on the asphalt road winding beside the river, Lin Musen and his companions were intercepted by Granduncle and Lin Tao, who seemed to have been waiting for them for some time.

Luo Zhaoyuan nodded with a touch of bewilderment, yet he did not truly grasp the profound implication of this directive; in truth, a shadow of doubt still lingered in his heart.

Thus, having swiftly finished his prologue, Taichu began to speak of their primary purpose, which was to herald to them the imminent arrival of the Great Dao.

Yet no joy surfaced upon Brey's countenance; instead, he folded his wings tightly and plunged into the depths of the forest with an air of absolute urgency.

"..." Yun Xuan, perched high in the branches, found the experience thoroughly dreadful; whoever the devil claimed to adore beast-eared maidens should look upon this scene and see if they still dared love them.

"Very well, if you wish to stay, then stay; it is good to assist your brother. Just promise to return and visit your mother whenever you find the time. In the days of your absence, she missed you terribly, do you understand?" Lin Qingrong conceded, seeing that Lin Tian was indeed in better spirits than before, and seeing how firmly the boy insisted.

It was precisely this tiny speck of light, like a spark cast into oil, that ignited the latent energies slumbering within this realm of heaven and earth.

It was a terrifying strike; the mere splintering torrents of water were enough to pulverize the surrounding giant trees into dust.

Chen Jiachao finally resolved to settle upon this planet; this descent passed without any untoward incident, allowing him to breach the core of the world with effortless ease.

"A good duel," Ou Chuyang spoke with respectful solemnity, pressing his fists together before concealing his heavy, supple spear.

It was only because he had been consumed of late with quelling these rumors that he had found no leisure to attend to such trivial, miscellaneous matters.

"Bang!" A hollow, agonizing crunch echoed as his opponent's ribs collapsed; the fatal blow pierced the heart, claiming life on the very spot.

No matter how fiercely she had forced herself over the years to sever her longings, to remain as indifferent as drifting clouds, neither begging for what was denied nor harboring resentment.

Upon hearing the punishment decreed by Zijing, the Hong brothers could not help but feel a sudden pang of regret; they opened their mouths to defend themselves, but realizing they were truly in the wrong, they bowed their heads once more.

Yan Shu also related that Lu Liuniang had stated the Lu family had agreed from the very beginning to make amends to Lu Qiniang in the days to come.

In that singular instant, he felt as though his entire heart had been hollowed out completely, then violently torn asunder and steeped in the frozen, frosted waters of midwinter.

Feeling a sudden, wicked fire rising within him, Liu Binghu hastily coughed twice, assuming a facade of high morality as he crossed his hands behind his back.

By this time, Ding Zhengkui grew rather anxious; he dreaded being spotted by Chen Tianhao, unsure of what he could possibly say—after all, waiting for someone inside a restroom was hardly an honorable tale, and looked far too much like espionage.

According to Roger Silver, unless dealing with an exceptionally prominent lead actor, production companies seldom contacted the actor or their agency directly. Typically, they compiled the specific role requirements and handed them over to a professional casting agency, which would then coordinate with the Screen Actors Guild to filter the candidates.

He picked the lock to the rooftop door and sat cross-legged upon the concrete of the school terrace, an unopened lunchbox resting by his side.

Chen Dun, noting that Chen Ba was absent from their ranks, grew increasingly suspicious; seeing that while they called out his name, their gazes were already locked unyieldingly upon him—proving they had long since confirmed his identity—he immediately greased his soles, preparing to flee.