Eighteen thousand and eighteen

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Jiang Luocheng knew that he was originally a Second Lieutenant and now a Major; having been promoted three ranks at once, how could he not be satisfied?

“To hell with your excuses! Why didn’t you ask for any explanation when you harmed my disciple? Today, I only used half my strength, or else you would have lost your life!” Zhuge Changyun said coldly beside him.

Elder Long’an truthfully informed the Lone Sword Emperor about how he had led ten powerful warriors to storm the Decapitation Tower and ended up with his current fate.

Madu returned to the hall and ate with his family. The gathering only dispersed at the hour of Xu, each going to rest.

It moved with a speed incomprehensible to humans, dodging multiple cannon blasts, then leapt to avoid the low-angle fire, fiercely charging toward the first defensive line.

Fist clashed against fist, but the bloodshed that erupted was incomparable to the earlier attacks.

“You often go to the mountains yourself, so why don’t you say anything about yourself?” the villager Jiang Feng said at this moment.

Ye Xuan showed no expression, but wondered which sect Zhu Qingzong belonged to, as he had never heard of it.

At that moment, He Chen’s gaze sharpened, but his face flushed from lack of oxygen. He struggled to move his fingers, pulled out a yellow talisman from his pocket, and without a word, slapped it directly toward the snarling male ghost before him.

“So what if I bully others? If you dare meddle, I’ll beat you up too,” the young man said angrily.

In the brief hours that passed, they had seen countless visitors from unfamiliar dimensions, all guided by the Dragon God Temple to attend the Multiverse Auction.

Xu Zheng was his nemesis; every encounter with him shook Chen Xi’s normally calm and sharp mind. He now sneered coldly and spoke.

The man’s figure flashed past, a blood mark appeared on his neck, and he landed steadily, expressionless.

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Everyone was now gathered inside the team leader’s villa. They looked at each other in confusion, unsure what had happened—only hearing that something big was supposed to occur today.

It was imaginable how, at his current grievous state, with spirit flagging, he inadvertently revealed such a terrifying scene, showing just how formidable his peak power truly was.

Hidden within the army, Meng Qianche’s heart sank as he realized he and Meng Ye could not save Chu Xiao and the others, helplessly watching as the eleven were gradually approached by the Xiongnu army.

Li Fan hesitated while Li Xiaoyao grew impatient. He picked up a stone and casually threw it, striking Li Fan’s leg with precise aim.

After coming to terms with it, Fan Tingyu now looked at Cheng Huan differently, with a hint of indulgence and burning passion.

Watching the Xianbei chieftain walk away step by step, Dugu Hen could only helplessly unclench his fists.

Moreover, walking through the snow made it difficult to conceal footsteps; typically, if someone approached, he would detect it in advance.

“Empress Dowager, this is my concubine Jin,” Yong Yan said. The Empress Dowager nodded silently, only glancing at the expressionless Empress standing below.

Though Hangxia Kingdom lay northeast of Yuxia Kingdom, geographically it was still considered southern on this continent, and summer arrived early. The newlywed bride changed from spring clothes to summer attire, her figure slimmer and bearing a refined elegance like a chrysanthemum, eliciting endless admiration and reverence from the maids and servants.

“Better not really die,” Su Qingyang said with a faint cold smile on his delicate face. His gaze swept over Luo Ji’s body, fiery and intense. Deep within his eyes flickered an eerie gray spiritual power, faint but unmistakable, without revealing any unusual aura.

The original anger completely dissipated with just a few comforting words. Gazing at Tang Xi’s smiling profile, I only wanted to cry.

This strike nearly shattered half of the Infernal Purgatory Scarlet Wish Flower’s body. Three spider legs broke, causing the huge monster to lose balance and begin to topple sideways.

However, Kong Lou couldn’t remain as calm as she did. Before fainting, he clearly remembered suddenly awakening some power and instinctively knowing the name “Flame of Battle.”

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Jian Mofan received a text message. His slender fingers quickly typed a reply on his phone: “I was busy that day. I had an appointment with Hua Shang on Saturday to discuss a cooperation contract.”

Jue let out a furious roar, then suddenly fell silent, instinctively clutching his right side beneath the ribs with a slight frown.

“Other beauties? Who?” Zhixin fed the last spoonful to his wife, asking with the spoon in his mouth.

Yan Mumu was utterly exhausted. Pregnant and prone to sleepiness, she had fallen asleep lying in bed, only to be awakened by a loud rumbling noise.

Jin Huang quietly gathered the pots and pans she had bought into a cosmos bag in the corner while no one was paying attention. She breathed a comfortable sigh, feeling relieved, then leisurely dragged Luo Li to wander around.

As Jin Qing and the others cautiously sought a concealed spot to lie down, the group entering simultaneously prepared themselves.

Spirit warriors regarded themselves as superior; most spirit warriors looked down on power warriors, especially those of lower realms.

Parcels rained down from the sky like raindrops onto the Li Rong clan’s army. Gongsun Xue swung her twin halberds to tear open one parcel, revealing not weapons but precious items: Heavenly Profound Stones, silk, brocade, gold, jade, valuable herbs, ores, forging materials, and even some low-grade spirit treasures.

Wan Xiang took a sip of tea from one cup, then seized the moment while her opponent was distracted, leapt up, and kicked the assassin’s chest. Someone tripped the attacker, and Wan Xiang promptly drew a hidden dagger, plunging it into the man’s heart.