At a Loss What to Do

Terrified beyond measure, she hurriedly conjured a silver needle, preparing to flee.

However, Sun Kexiao caught up and struck again with her staff.

Ming Meimei was sent flying by the blow, crashing to the ground and rolling several times before coming to a stop.

"You... exactly who are you? I'll fight you to the death!"

Ming Meimei roared, scrambling to her feet and lunging toward Sun Kexiao.

Sun Kexiao said coldly, "You have no chance left."

"My master will kill you!"

Ming Meimei shrieked.

Jiang Yi first delivered the astral origin of Daoist White-Brow into Ling Yuhang's hands, allowing him to recover his cultivation at the earliest moment possible.

Ren Tianfei did not dare to risk his life again, fearing it would provoke the old hag; if she truly wasn't injured, she would undoubtedly kill him. Yet, to leave just like that was something he could never reconcile in his heart.

"No, rest assured, Wuchen." With her husband caring for her so deeply, Lin Hanxi felt as though she had been living in a dream ever since their marriage. Compared to the days she had spent in the prime minister's estate, she felt that marrying him was the right choice.

"I don't know. Leaving this place, going anywhere would be fine." Bailuoxi calculated inwardly. Once she left there, she could never return, and she would have to live here. To live, she needed money—she wanted to earn lots and lots of money.

The few chore disciples behind him were also startled when they heard this, thinking to themselves, "Our boss is usually exceptionally skilled in martial arts; how could he be subdued in a single move by someone?" Though a jolt of fear ran through them, they didn't hesitate at all. The foremost among them drew his sword and slashed toward Li Ning's chest.

Sha Man was in high spirits, but suddenly deprived of blood, she immediately lunged toward Vivian's legs, reaching out to snatch it back.

"Do you want to leave that much?" Yi Yuefeng asked, a deep trace of disappointment flashing through his dark eyes.

How much time had passed, he knew not. When a ray of light pierced into the car, Li Hao slowly woke up. He looked at Zhai Fang lying on the adjacent seat. At that moment, Zhai Fang was completely naked, her sensitive parts exposed to full view, naturally arousing a physical reaction in a certain part of Li Hao's body.

"Nuanyu, you made a great contribution this time. Next, I need to think things through carefully; you go and rest first." Learning so many things all at once, Lin Hanxi truly needed to ponder how to handle them.

"Wait, brother, I have something to ask you. Are Wang Jin's men all under the jurisdiction of the four major hall masters of the Yanjing territory?" Li Hao grabbed Bald Zhang and asked.

"The Nine Cauldrons of the Heavenly Court are actually not sparing their full strength to suppress Zhao Bao? Why is this?" The Blood Demon Supreme was filled with suspicion and incomprehension, but he had no time to worry about it now. Rescuing Princess Tianfeng was far more important than killing Zhao Bao.

The old master of the Zhou family seemed not to have understood Old Master Lian's words, nor did he notice that Zhou Dahuniang's eyes were red, as he still called Zhou Dahuniang to come before him.

Furthermore, there was another figure, standing entirely alone on the other side of the snowy peak summit.

"True investing—you only need some three or five times in a whole lifetime. There is no need to chase after fads. It's only because we're friends that I'm telling you the honest truth." Billy said finally.

Her willow eyebrows stood on end, her apricot eyes widened, and grasping her Sun-Moon Dual Halberds, she intended to rush down and finish off that Xie Tianlin. At that moment, Xiao Di suddenly pulled her back.

"There really is something fishy here!" As Sun Li was observing, Sun Wukong's voice rang out from behind him.

Therefore, everyone now firmly believed that anyone possessing the devouring superpower was inauspicious and had to be strangled in their cradle.

Hounded into an awkward plight, Ning Fan had no way to explain and could only find an excuse to leave. Fortunately, the two old folks were together now, and with both Ning Ping and Ning Ke here as well, there was never a shortage of company every day, so it didn't matter if Ning Fan didn't show up.

Xiao Di's true form was naturally no exception; he was also struck by a shockwave, and a bloody gash appeared on his leg once again. However, the expression of his opponent, Leckma, changed drastically.

"Second Brother, we've struck so many times, why hasn't that bald donkey Maitreya appeared yet? Could it be that he really doesn't care about this Yellow-Browed brat's life or death? Should I, old grandson, keep beating him?" Sun Wukong quietly transmitted his voice to discuss the matter with Sun Li.