Chapter 47: Beating the Knights Silly

Chi Fei was not afraid in the slightest. With a spinning roundhouse kick, he sent "Knight Order · Cold Edge" flying, then punched "Knight Order · Mirror Moon" down to the floor, before stepping on him to kick another member of the order.

A thoroughly exhilarating martial arts battle unfolded right on the intersecting highway.

Seeing that the situation was turning south, the commander of the Knight Order hurriedly escorted the princess back to a safe distance.

In the backseat of the sunset-purple supercar, Su Ya and Yu Zhu had originally intended to stay out of it upon seeing how formidable Chi Fei was, but seeing the enemies...

Consequently, Zheng Chenheng followed Cong Huifang to the Cong family residence, where he was naturally received with warm hospitality. The younger members of the Cong family happened to be at home—whether Cong Huifang had notified them in advance to wait was anyone's guess—but once they all met, they sat together for casual conversation.

Carl suddenly remembered that he had just labeled himself with such a persona, and instantly felt as though he had trapped himself in his own web.

Nie Ting looked at Lu Shu's retreating figure without asking for the walnut tree. He knew what Lu Shu currently carried on his shoulders; what was giving him a single walnut tree?

Aside from Zhao Linger being Jiang Xiao's Dao companion, under the calculations of the Primordial Heavenly Dao, only Zhao Linger was destined to become a saint, and only then would other acquired saints be qualified to attain saint hood; otherwise, no acquired saints would ever appear throughout the entire Primordial World.

"Hmph! Don't think that just because of this we are afraid of you lot! To dare act so arrogant here in Rong'e City! If every one of us were to spit a single glob of saliva, we could drown you all!" A boy of fifteen or sixteen, looking excessively bookish and pedantic, was none other than the eldest son of the internal affairs steward, Lu Fang, the very same one who had previously given testimony for the princess.

There was hardly any real affection between the two to begin with; at best, it was merely the relationship between a subordinate and a boss. Now that Ning Weiyu even wanted to terminate her contract and cross the river only to burn the bridge afterward, Veya couldn't be bothered to show him even the slightest bit of favor.

Within this newly born Primordial Great World, both acquired saints and innate saints required the recognition of the Heavenly Dao to attain saint hood. It was impossible for Jiang Xiao to become a saint here, because he bore the mark of a Chaos Demon God; to reach the saintly realm, he would have to journey into the Chaos to achieve the status of a Chaos Saint.

A flash of light crossed Bailuo's eyes. "Are you saying I should use this project to threaten my parents?" he asked with a furrowed brow.

Atop the city battlements, several Fulinjian cannons roared incessantly, spitting out black fireballs that tore any flesh and blood to shreds.

The modern Parthian Empire, though not of orthodox Persian descent, was built upon the ancestral soil of Persia and was, in reality, the Second Persian Empire.

Moreover, medicinal herbs that could actually be of use to him were not so easily found, especially in a world as deficient in spiritual energy as Earth. Regardless, he still had to give it a try.

"You certainly possess enough audacity to dare pursue this Emperor all by himself?" Tian said, looking at the person who had arrived.

Why did Professor Wang Can choose 2100 as the time coordinate when setting up the biological enzyme chip for transmission?

The patch of distant sky instantly turned a fiery red, prompting a deep sigh from the observer.

If the soul restriction of the Fox Clan's demon venerable were to dissolve on its own, he would have to start considering how to make his escape.

Summer carried the scent of lush mountain flowers and wild grass. The spring breeze brushing against one's body bore a warmth that soaked into the bones—gentle and soft, making one yearn to lie down directly upon any verdant blanket of grass and slumber for all eternity, never to wake again.

"We must find them to settle this account; we cannot let them remain so arrogant and domineering!" The Vermilion Bird Clan Chief declared uncompromisingly, expressing a firm stance against the evil cult.

Even though the person's voice sounded quite hoarse, as if suffering from a prolonged cold or cough, the timbre remained extremely youthful, carrying a faint hint of familiarity.

Not long after he arose, Qiu Luoluo on the other side also woke up bright and early. Seeing Ning Bufei practicing his forms in the courtyard, she joined in, rehearsing her whip techniques.

Because in this lifetime, Ning Bufei would no longer be bound by the Spirit Martial Realm, his sights were set upon the Immortal Martial Realm, and perhaps even to surpass the true martial peak of the Divine Martial Realm.