Chapter 19: The Prime of Life

If he hadn’t been absolutely certain that humans lacked a powerful Celestial Emperor, he would have suspected that humans were responsible for this.

A shrill cry erupted from the creature’s tightly bound massive mouth, rising from faint to piercing. The chain spike began to stretch and bend, and the giant tree it was bound to started to lean dangerously.

Yesheng Yi merely remarked, “A man who can’t endure even this little hardship is truly disappointing. I was looking forward to a serious battle with you, but seeing you like this, I’ve lost the desire to fight.”

“The Palm Beast is even stronger than the Coffin of Burial Heaven. The Mother Realm can only imprison it, not destroy it,” Fang Fei explained.

Xu Xiao was never one to sit idly by and accept defeat. Now that communication was impossible due to the language barrier, there was nothing left to say.

At the Origin City, Monk Zeng and Jing Xing, who had fought together in the city’s faction war, stood guard by the teleportation array. They had only received orders from the leader of the East First Layer yesterday, forbidding anyone from using the teleportation array to travel to the West First City during this period.

Everyone began exchanging words of encouragement again — saying that things would improve once they reached Dawei Camp, that with Chief Li leading the way, their sect was destined for prosperity, and so on.

A middle-aged man hid in the filthy mud, holding a silver needle in each hand, his murderous intent suddenly withdrawing into himself.

Obviously, very few national powers dared to take such a risk. Thus, the hive defense array construction data that had caused a stir fifty or sixty years ago gradually faded from memory.

I had wanted to write a reflection on this chapter long ago, but just after releasing a new chapter, more material arrived, so I kept delaying it until now.

His primary purpose for attending the auction was to acquire those medicinal herbs, so naturally, he remained vigilant.

“Report, Commander, the patient you ordered to be saved is hemorrhaging heavily right now, but the hospital currently lacks his blood type A. I’m on my way to find someone to test for type A blood,” the nurse answered truthfully.

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“I’m self-taught, just like I taught myself the Earthshaker Hammer,” Yang Ren said smugly, lifting his chin.

Of course, this time Yang Ren didn’t use his full strength. He immediately withdrew his true energy upon impact; otherwise, he might have been thrown back dozens of meters, and the Black Panther wouldn’t have held his ground.

I drank half a glass of juice. Probably because I saw rice at noon and felt happy, I ate more than usual, and now I felt listless.

In the northern district, there was absolutely no trace of vice, gambling, or drugs. The reason was simple: the area was mostly populated by migrant workers who detested these three things. Among them, prostitution was somewhat tolerated, after all, men had needs.

“Damn it! Dare to cause trouble here? You must be tired of living! Brothers, throw them out!” Wang Er shouted angrily.

The two in the villa were like parched land meeting rain, greedily demanding from each other. From the hall to the room, then the bathroom, and finally the bed, signs of their passionate encounters were everywhere.

A martial artist under twenty had broken through the Tongtian Pass and even activated a five-hundred-zhang aura vortex—an utterly incredible feat.

The initial choice to give the Three Lives Stone to Shakyamuni was part of a larger scheme, but this hidden pawn had been buried too long. It was time to bring it back into the spotlight. After all, the current primordial world was too tranquil—eerily so, like the calm before a storm.

“The cultivator who arranged this formation is far more skilled in array formation than I am. He set the array nodes to a mobile state, preventing me from locking on and breaking the formation,” Yi Tian explained.

“You better think carefully; films don’t just earn money once they’re made,” Teng Huaotao cautioned Mu Ming.

Speaking of which, it seemed unwise to meddle without permission. Even Lord Lancelot and the others kept giving me glances, signaling me to stay out of it.

However... the consequence of this was that the possibility of single-handedly killing the opponent was nearly nonexistent.

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Princess Li Xuan hadn’t failed to notice Yue Liduo’s odd behavior. She was well aware of Aman’s special nature, but seeing the disdain curling at Yue Liduo’s lips still struck her as strange.

Just as they were at a loss, a clear chanting of Buddha’s name came from the mountain peak. There, Monk Wuchen held the Garuda brocade banner, slowly waving it while continuously reciting the profound Tianlong Bayin sutra from the Prajna Temple.

However, Zhao Li, the soul ferryman, discovered that the souls of the deceased had all vanished, suspecting someone was killing and seizing their souls. After investigation, suspicion fell upon an elderly man in an old traditional opera troupe who performed puppet shows.

Mu Ming remembered her father’s instructions and returned home before nine. Mainly because the two men didn’t drink, so there wasn’t much to talk about.

Unfortunately, Kennen now felt somewhat powerless no matter which top-lane hero he played, so he hadn’t appeared in matches.

Hua Yun felt it was a pity that Peacock’s appearance was so beautiful, yet her cries were unpleasant.

As for Du Shaoqing, who was in a hurry to leave, it wasn’t really due to urgent matters—he was clearly avoiding Yan Shigu.

That adorable Shao Kai was hard for Cheng Xiao to refuse. She nodded reluctantly, saying, “Alright then.” She just needed to be more careful herself.

Up until now, Sun Bing remained the last hope. In fact, the upcoming battle about to erupt had drawn everyone’s attention, even more captivating than Zhao Hao’s initial fight.

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