Volume 1, Chapter 22: The Thousand-Jun Douluo Prepares to Annihilate the Sect, The Sword Douluo Achieves a Breakthrough on the Spot

"Are you kidding me! How could Fang Yuan possibly be dead?"

On the side of the Spirit Hall, everyone was stunned on the spot. Most unbelievable of all was She Long; he could not fathom that Fang Yuan was dead. That guy was so eccentric and cunning, how could he have fought such an uncertain battle? Moreover, even before his death, Fang Yuan had seemed calm and collected, as if he had prepared a contingency plan. If he had died so easily, he would never have stepped in to save himself and the Pufferfish Douluo in the first place.

But no matter what She Long thought, he truly could not sense Fang Yuan's aura anymore. Now, the only aura remaining on the field was that of the Sword Douluo, Chen Xin. Fang Yuan was truly, undeniably dead.

"Hiss! I didn't expect the Sword Douluo's..."

This was Ye Weichen's room. If he had known this would happen, he should have just stayed in her room instead. Sleeping in his room like this, his mother would surely think she had delivered herself to him on a silver platter.

Mu Xiuhan gently stroked Shui Qiqi's hair with a tender expression, smiled, and opened his mouth to swallow the pastry.

She only wanted to live a peaceful life with Helian Fengqing, but she seemed to have forgotten that no one in the Sea Realm would ever allow her to marry anyone who was not from the Sea Realm.

The leading disciple gulped, glanced at Su Ning, and spoke as if to bolster his own courage.

Under normal circumstances, even though Xiong Chumo counted as the captain, she would still need to keep watch, but her contributions to the team over the past few days were clearly more than enough.

"Besides, I also want to explain that I didn't scheme against or use you from the beginning. I can swear to the heavens."

When he learned of Ruan Dandan's pitiful background, he felt quite sympathetic. How could there be such a heartless mother in this world like Ruan Lizhen? She was truly unworthy of being a mother.

"Hurry and put the iron rack on," Zi Meng said to the Fatty who was stepping back. "We have to smoke it while the flames are leaping up. If the flames die out, keep sprinkling salt." After repeating this action several times, the rabbit was finally smoked to perfection.

"Xuan and Mo Bai, go help out. We’re having a barbecue." Mo Qingxue was quite distressed about the food of the Fire Phoenix Clan. With Xuan and Mo Bai there, she didn't have to worry.

He untied the hemp rope from her body and spoke in a calm voice, his eyes tinged with self-reproach.

When everyone arrived at the entrance, they saw that there were several others accompanying Li Jiangchun, who was merely following behind them, respectfully escorting them.

As for Ning Nanxing, his heart and eyes were fixed firmly on Shen Tuantuan; he didn't spare even half a glance for Shen Changzhi.

Empress Yu was cast into the cold palace for harming the royal bloodline, and the Yu family was implicated, stripped of their titles.

"I didn't take it to heart." Shen Ying was not unaware of the logic behind it; one could understand a thing or two just by looking at Lei Yanqing's dark-faced reaction.

However, although Qin Feng despised the martial artists of Shanhai City, and despised him, he dared not say much else, fearing that Qin Feng would stop helping and stop saving his wife.

"This is too brutal! But even so, don't think you can subdue my big black bear!" Hu Mei'er stopped in her tracks and looked up at the mountain once more.

"Hahaha!" The Emperor took the envelope, laughed in triumph, and seeing the completely different—or rather, lively—expression on Leng Qinghua's face, he felt it was incredibly novel.

"Is that the Zhou Fangyuan who married the son of that oil tycoon?" Gu Feier asked, surprised.

"This is boiled fish; the taste is incredibly fresh. I like this fish broth the best! Every time I drink the fish broth, I feel like my wrinkles fade a little." As the dishes were delivered to the table, Yang Yi explained each one in detail.

"Bombastic incantation, gather the spirits and seal them, borrow the divine power of heaven and earth, dispel disasters and empty the Dao, break!" With a loud bang, a fissure exploded in the ground in front of Ni Zhaorong, followed by nine zombies emerging from the crack with a whoosh, white smoke rising from each of their nostrils.

"I really didn't expect that Lin Feng was actually 'A Bowl of Soup,' getting a new identity out of nowhere. Is he bored, or was he just waiting for these sixteen questions?" Nangong moved his mouth and said.

The two of them besieged the other old nun, and the pressure eased significantly. They believed that it wouldn't take long to take her down.

The five ice dragons simply lunged forward, and a vast, white mist of ice filled the air ahead. Crystal-like lines shimmered in and out of existence in the air, as if the space within dozens of zhang was about to be frozen solid.

Two arrays were set up in this valley; one formed a cyan-green light barrier, protecting the hundred or so cultivators within it. The other array continuously shot out bolts of cyan lightning, striking at the Tianlan Void cultivators flying around them.

First, a scholar provoked Zhang Rang, so he naturally had to return the favor. A warning to Yuan Wei was enough.

"He Zhong! Go and bring the couple, Qian Changsheng, to me!" The old master ordered heavily, his gaze never once leaving the Yu woman.

After hearing the words of the Anping County Princess, some of the ladies watching immediately recalled the rumors that had circulated for quite a while two or three years ago about Murong Zhi being a jinx.

If it wasn't much of a big deal that Shuhua had noticed, then when even Guo Xia sensed something was wrong, it became less than relaxing.

Perhaps only when the pain becomes unbearable does one move forward recklessly, without thinking of anything else, regardless of what awaits ahead.

Skin like congealed fat, a neck like a dragonfly larva, teeth like melon seeds, a beautiful forehead and moth-like brows, a charming smile and captivating eyes. What a stunning beauty, descended to the mortal world.

Therefore, while they were heading out in full force, these powerful figures were also secretly rushing toward Min'an City. When the time came, they would hold back the experts of the Demon Realm, leaving the weaker ones to these talented youths.

Many things piled up in her heart; no matter how she thought about it, she couldn't find a way forward, and could only watch as they drifted away.

After a voyage of several days, they finally returned to the coast, where people from the Tang Sect quickly came to report to Tang Mo. After hearing the news, Tang Mo hurried over.

"The Crown Prince is upright and proper; everything is her own fault!" Empress Zhen, protective of her son, immediately retorted.

However, Jiang Lijun felt something was wrong. Huo Yuanqi wasn't very old at that time, so how could she have been involved in these matters?

A dream, her father said it was a dream, it must be a dream. Their million-strong army could never lose to that bitch Bai Yuzhu. She still wanted to kill that lowly thing Bai Yuzhu with her own hands; how could they have been defeated just like that?

Cai Qiusong’s cultivation was at the seventh level, but he had no power to resist when the Bewildering Blood Demon General suddenly appeared behind him. His body was torn apart in an instant, and he died a miserable death.

Jiang Lijun followed behind Guan Jing; today, he had to figure out exactly what this man was trying to do.

Gongshu Pan muttered to himself, his clouded eyes clearly reflecting his younger self. Then, the old man, who had weathered many storms, closed his eyes before he could hear the news of the coalition forces retreating before his death.

Old Master Tang displayed the unreasonable style of the Tang family to the fullest. How could this be? Why were they acting like bandits?

"Let me see where to start first. From top to bottom or from bottom to top? How about starting with the face? I estimate I can make about five cuts on this face of yours." The monk held the broken blade and measured it against the man's face.