Volume 1, Chapter 59: Which Side Does Your Highness Wish This Humble Official to Stand On?

Seeing him look as though his soul had left his body, Yun Yi felt an even deeper bitterness in her heart.

Was being kissed by her truly that unbearable for him?

Clearly, when he kissed her before, he had looked as though he wanted to devour her whole; yet now, he showed such utter disgust?

How could there be such a drastic difference between then and now?

Gales howled across the earth, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled, while the terrifying roars of gods and demons echoed through the wilderness, making one's hair stand on end.

However, the people by You Jingyan’s side certainly did not think that way. In their hearts, they undoubtedly believed that You Jingyan must have come up with another brilliant plan.

Major live broadcasting television stations across the globe replayed the footage of the recent match more than a dozen times, utilizing various slow-motion cuts and different angles.

This was an offensive strike unleashed by the Myriad Star Heavenly Art, carrying a trace of oppressive divine might that surged across the nine heavens, vast and overwhelming like the mountains and the sea.

Suddenly, strange noises echoed from afar. Without needing to identify them, one could instantly tell that this was the sound of a violent clash.

"Very well, it's a deal." The Ghost King glanced at Purple Face, who immediately reached out and channeled a wisp of Yin energy into the bodies of Ning Xin and Ning Min.

With white robes fluttering and a tall, upright posture, he stood atop the immortal coffin, beneath which were carved the sun, moon, stars, and constellations. His eyes were as brilliant as the blazing sun, constantly burning with divine flames—a truly terrifying sight.

"My lord, it seems we are already at a disadvantage. What should we do next?" Li Bing asked.

Surrounded by billowing clouds of grim corpse aura, the Corpse Puppet suddenly threw a punch at this sight. The boundless corpse aura condensed into a gigantic corpse dragon, carrying immense, overwhelming power as it charged head-on to collide with the water dragon.

Yet so what? Was he supposed to yield and back down just because of this? Of course not. Chen Mo did not feel that he had done anything wrong.

One thing Zhang Daoyuan could be certain of was that the master of this place held no murderous intent toward outsiders—or more accurately, no absolute intent to kill. Otherwise, given the opponent's ability, they could easily have achieved a one-hit kill against any cultivator below the Yuandan realm.

A group of retainers came running over, but upon seeing the splattered blood and scattered remains surrounding Zhou Hun, they turned around and fled in sheer terror.

Looking back at the opposite firing point, the muzzle had fallen silent. The Japanese machine gunner's body slumped over the scorching hot machine gun barrel, blood trickling continuously from his head.

The fruit juice was transparent and seemed unremarkable, but the moment it was swallowed into his stomach, a potent medicinal property suddenly surged, burning intensely, driving away the chill in his body, and suppressing Yin Qixuan's vital temperature so it could slowly recover. He exhaled, warming up his body.

Faced with his father's persistent questioning, Song Tiancheng did not conceal anything. Instead, he told his father everything he knew, word for word.

"This person is truly interesting," he muttered to himself with a cold gaze, watching the retreating figure of the young man who was about his own height.

"What if it's rubbed against earth and stones for a long period? For instance, carrying it in one's hand while moving rocks?" Tian灵 continued to ask.

A boatman produced a large burlap sack, more than spacious enough to hold a family of three.

"Young warrior, thank you so much for fulfilling the wishes of my late master and myself!" Zhufu said with utmost sincerity upon seeing Wu Jie and Nangong Xue. With that, he bowed deeply and earnestly to them.

A succession of deafening crashes rang out almost simultaneously. This occurred when Bruh, Yahan, and the others joined forces in an attempt to turn Wu Jie's body over, only to be blasted backward through the air by the immense force emanating from him.

Yan Xi muttered to himself. He picked up a die with a handkerchief and examined it closely in his hand. Yet the die appeared completely ordinary, with nothing to distinguish it from any other standard die.

"Haha, Xiao Yu, your speed is still a fraction slower than mine!" A booming voice rang out right behind Xiao Yu's back.

Viewed from afar, even in Aaron's absence, the thick, dense blood aura enveloping the Blood Domain Valley showed not the slightest sign of weakening. Ever since Aaron achieved a breakthrough in his comprehension of the Qi-Gathering Formation, the eighteen corpse servants had been capable of autonomously gathering ambient energy to cultivate themselves. Whether Aaron was present or not no longer had much of an impact on them.