Chapter 1236: Fragile Space

Lu Yang expressed his helplessness regarding the exposure of his identity.

His opponent was none other than the renowned Divine Lord Si Heng, and winning without exerting his full strength was well-nigh impossible.

Fighting with all his might naturally included his trademark techniques, so it was only reasonable that the people of the Yaoyang and Jiuyou Sects recognized them.

Ah well, after performing for so long, it was finally time to reel in the net.

Mu Baiyi and Liu Zhen turned deathly pale as they watched Lu Yang smile in their direction.

They were each the true powerhouses of their respective sects.

Baicai grabbed Feng Lin's hand once more, but she discovered that he was resisting with all his might, causing her expression to grow increasingly cold.

"Zhuo Yang, Hong Liqing, Wang Yiling, and Bi Hong—the four listed above have survived. In three days, please await the start of the next game!" The mechanical voice chimed from the mobile phone, plunging them all into silence. There was a next game?

Reinhardt understood that what he needed to do now was not merely to strengthen the physical prowess of the Imperial Navy; what was far more urgent was the need to retrieve their soul.

However, the ropes binding them had clearly been infused with true essence, such that they could not break free at all.

"All departments check your equipment. Filming begins in five minutes. Actors, take your positions." The speaker possessed a voice that sounded somewhat aged.

"Then I shall not be overly modest, and reluctantly accept this credit for now." Seeing Hans insist so resolutely, Ryan found it difficult to decline any further.

The two individuals in the Blood-Refinement realm who had just been clashing with Feng Lin suddenly convulsed violently, an indescribable agony manifesting across their bodies.

Though the movements were exceedingly intricate, the true combat lasted only the blink of an eye; one must understand that the teleportation involved therein completely bypassed time itself.

As long as you refused to cooperate, that scoundrel Reinhardt would legitimately deny you food and drink. Moreover, he would send men under the guise of protection to monitor you the entire time, leaving you no opportunity to escape, and even obstructing you from using your own two hands to procure sustenance.

That demon now wore a look of disdain upon its face, yet in an instant, its body could no longer hold its ground. Suddenly, as if plunging into a bottomless abyss, a roaring boom echoed. Ren Bai now held the peach-wood sword firmly in his hand, biting down hard on his own middle finger.

After lying there a while longer, Joe glanced at the sky and, sensing it was getting late, stood up to brush the dust from his clothes before turning to walk back inside the house.

Bai Yunxi had originally intended to have someone reprimand Bai Mujin for being an elder sister who hid aside to watch the drama instead of helping her own sibling, but she never expected that the moment Bai Mujin appeared, the gazes of the crowd would instead carry hints of jealousy that displeased her immensely.

Now, the Prince of Chu's estate could not wash itself clean even if it jumped into the Yellow River... and Feng Zihan was consequently made a prisoner. Subsequently, the Imperial Guard unearthed a series of grand crimes concerning the Prince of Chu and Feng Zihan accepting bribes and embezzling military funds, every single charge leaving the father and son utterly speechless.

Everyone in the Shen family stared at Shen Long in astonishment, for the aura emanating from him was truly too powerful; they had never witnessed such a formidable presence, and even those fellows from the Wind and Thunder Sect were not nearly as mighty as Shen Long.

Juechen lifted his gaze to look, and indeed, the rocks deep within were exceedingly peculiar, so the group advanced toward that spot. The expression with which Zhenhong looked at Luo Ran held a touch more deference, for he realized that Luo Ran was an existence capable of instantly killing a cultivator at the early stage of the Pulverized Meridians realm.

And at this moment, because the people of the Central State Mansion within the courtyard had nearly all fled, only a few guards and the people of Qishan City remained.

After a minute had passed, Yang Fei exhaled a long sigh, returned to that shop, and successfully borrowed some starch before heading back to the kitchen.

This nanny had also just graduated from university and was only twenty-five or twenty-six years old. She behaved entirely as though she were the mistress of this household, believing that intimacy breeds affection, and that as long as she swayed before the master's eyes frequently enough, Yang Fei would surely take a fancy to her.