Why Must You Yield?

Weiyang was not feeding; she was tasting. If she were truly feeding, she could devour the entire central kitchen in a single bite. Houtu, on the other hand, was unhurried. However much Weiyang ate, she matched her bite for bite. If Weiyang dared to eat the central kitchen, she would dare to do so as well. If for nothing else, then for the sake of saving face. At this moment, both Immortal Lords had only just established a foothold in the newly born world and were virtually empty husks, needing vast amounts of spiritual energy and material to fill them. Houtu neither strove to lead nor allowed herself to lag behind, her meaning unmistakable: I— The moment Chen Xuanliang saw Old Monk Yunkong hop over, he drew his saber. Meanwhile, Yunkong embraced Old Monk Kongkong's corpse and broke into tears. At this time, Chen Zhongguo, who was over seventy years of age, leaned against the headboard, a myriad of thoughts swirling in his turbid eyes. She was the only one on the enormous bed. Jerking upright, she hurriedly grabbed her phone to check the time. What subsequently reversed the downward spiral and turned danger into safety was using the technique of weapon resonance to replenish the lost blade with spiritual power. Noticing someone approaching, the gaunt old man gave his fishing rod a flick, making the fine thread vanish. He packed up his fishing rod and looked over. The blue fatty, Doraemon, was trying to hold Nobita back on the side. Chen Xuanliang watched, thinking that given Nobita's temperament, Doraemon would not be able to stop him. For nearly a hundred years, she had spent almost all her time in secluded cultivation. Unless left with no other choice, she would not come out, wanting only to live one day at a time for as long as possible. A squad of goblins might not be an issue—they could be killed off with a casual wave of the hand—but the dark knights of the Dark Realm were another matter entirely. Both Ling Yishan and the other person stared wide-eyed at Mo Xuan. For a long while, no sound came from the nightmare's consciousness either, seemingly stunned by Mo Xuan's shameless behavior. The air instantly froze solid. Whether in the flavor of the barbecue, the ambience, or the service, it was leagues above other establishments, as could be glimpsed from the private room reserved by Takahashi Rinto. Teacup was the teacup teddy dog Gu Weiran had given Ling Jiajia that day. Because she liked it so much and couldn't think of a name on the spot, Ling Jiajia simply called it Teacup. Suddenly, a familiar shadow darted out from behind a large tree, giving Chen Ge a start. After casually grabbing a bite to eat, Lin Xiao took Riolu to train for a while, returning to the tent to rest before nightfall. Lying on the quilt, Lin Xiao took out a handheld computer to check the Alliance's latest news. If a shopping frenzy could be set off here, in how many places had Cui Yu set off shopping frenzies as well? How had it now turned into her flirting with him? This man truly excelled at casting blame. Jiang Wanyin wiped the sweat from Chen Ge's forehead, holding shoes in one hand and tightly clenching the used tissue in the other. In comparison, Riolu was very well-behaved, never causing trouble for Lin Xiao. Aside from playtime, it spent basically all its time training, striving to completely comprehend the power of Aura as soon as possible and learn how to use it. At this moment, Ling Chuyue had a straw marker representing a criminal slave stuck in her hair and wore a tattered prison uniform, looking utterly wretched. Upon arriving home, he could not wait to run to the balcony and throw open the window, breathing in the scent of nature's revival brought by the spring rain. He sat motionless within the cavern with his eyes shut tight. Spine-tingling crashing sounds rang in his ears without end, and the color across his entire body deepened along with them. The young man speaking wore a gentle smile and a polite demeanor, yet his physical actions were thoroughly merciless, even aggressive. The Lingshuang Sword rested across the neck, exuding a biting chill, its edge pressed against the carotid artery with immaculate precision; even while asking for guidance, he showed no intention of shifting it by even half a fraction. Seeing that the warriors were no longer looking this way, the man—who had been staring over the entire time—suddenly began walking in this direction. As the Soul Sword technique unfolded, even Hun Sanbian's expression shifted slightly. Yu Wuya's soul power was too formidable, and the Soul Sword was the Sword Sect's most potent technique targeting the soul; its power when unleashed by Yu Wuya could well be imagined. A faint smile promptly rose on Eyun's face; the benefits were indeed substantial. First, his physical injuries had completely healed, and he had even stepped into the realm of immortal artifacts. Second, the entirety of the Vermilion Bird's cultivation and even that wisp of source qi had merged into the soul fire, and by refining the soul fire, he had made that source qi his own.