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Everyone turned their gaze toward Master Liu, who flushed with embarrassment and hurriedly cupped his hands in a bow.

"Is there something wrong with that? Should there be trouble?" Ren Xiao did not understand what Nangong meant.

"Especially you, Lin Chen. Don't learn from that good-for-nothing Dao Yixiao. You must work harder. I believe you can achieve excellent results in this grand tournament. Do not disappoint me." The Eighth Supreme Elder singled out Lin Chen, a remark that left Dao Yixiao feeling incredibly sullen.

They were supposed to be enemies, so why were they chatting? Brother Snake, why don't you unleash your previous ruthlessness and crush this silver-armored brat?

One must understand that these pills are called "divine" because of their unique properties, offering functions that ordinary pills lack. At this stage, no one would fault them for insufficient efficacy. Yet, Lin Chen believed the efficacy was lacking.

He ordered his generals to advance quickly, and commanded Murong De to lead four thousand elite cavalry to lie in wait in the eastern ravine of Xiangyi. Attacking from both sides, they coordinated with Murong Chui to deal a crushing defeat to Huan Wen, beheading over thirty thousand men.

After searching high and low, the group still could not find any trace of the two immortals, and could only sigh in helpless resignation as they gave up.

A sound like popping beans erupted, and the courtyard was soon filled with smoke. There was no help for it; smokeless gunpowder had not yet been developed, and this was the inevitable result of concentrated musket fire.

The veteran driver and I checked back and forth several times, but damn it, there wasn't even a ghost on the 44th floor.

Faced with the current situation, the three clingy individuals had nothing more to say and began a new round of apologies.

But Lin Ai felt it immediately—that hair-raising sensation of being watched by tens or even hundreds of thousands of mechanical lifeforms.

The most basic defensive stance is indeed as solid as stone, but it depends on who is executing it. A mere mid-level martial artist dares to harbor malice against me?

Then he saw a massive palm, not made of flesh and blood, but condensed from stars and radiance. The lines on the palm were longer than the Milky Way, and the ridges of the fingerprints looked like deep, impassable chasms.

Watching from the side, Ling Hao regretted agreeing to enter the venue with this man. He had intended to keep a low profile, but because of Hu Fengtu, many eyes were now fixed on him. To maintain the persona of someone unskilled in movement techniques, Ling Hao did not hesitate long before slowly climbing over the railing and walking directly onto the field.

Ye Zhong used Qin Xian'er to resolve the conflict between the Elder and himself, while the Great Elder also wanted to win Ye Zhong over through her. Part of these tactics included Qin Xian'er offering herself to him.

He vaguely perceived the rapid flow of blood and energy within his body, like a boiling river churning with wild power, accelerating his internal growth and enhancing his body's flexibility and toughness... as if he were about to reach a state of limit.

Ye Tian picked up a cigarette from the table and lit it as if nothing had happened. He had no concept of the illegality of fighting and brawling; more accurately, Ye Tian had no concept of almost anything illegal. Since Qin Sheng was in a bad mood, if he were willing to beat these people up, perhaps his anger would dissipate.

"So the Sages of the Ring Council are guarding the far north? Are you not afraid of these demonic beasts emerging? Can the ten of you even hold them back?" Lin Ai could not help but ask. These were twelve sage-level demonic beasts; it felt like they could wipe out half the continent if they broke free.

He looked at his own hands and slowly clenched them into fists, producing a series of crisp, popping sounds like roasted beans.

Setting aside the "Lovers" card from the Crossen Show, the Versailles ball, and the group variety show, not to mention how they attended each other's music festivals and competitions in person, half a year after the scarf debuted, fans directly uncovered that the very first support ticket for Wei Shi at the Crossen Show had been cast by Wu Jin.

Chi Zao looked at the Weibo post that had discovered her pregnancy and couldn't help but smile. After a moment of thought, she clicked into Wei Xiao's Weibo to peek at his comment section.

Su Wushuang was about to refuse, but before she could say a word, the other party hung up the phone. Not giving her a moment to decline, she had no choice but to put her phone away, place it in her bag, and look at Leng Junshi with an expression full of helplessness.

If she had truly helped with anything, it was merely avoiding unnecessary trouble for Chen Manli and buying a pack of sanitary pads for Liu Lingzhen; it wasn't enough to warrant another meeting just to express gratitude.

On the other side, Xi Mingling watched Zhong Xianxian, who had lost her focus for the umpteenth time, and sighed helplessly.

Another bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, its glare illuminating the ghastly pale branches and dense fern leaves through the cracks in the pitch-black night, and the countless creatures in the forest being torn apart by the coiling dragons.

Although she really wanted to watch, at this moment she almost wanted to rush up and tell him to stop dancing! Then, she would grab her Zephyr and flee for their lives.

Yet in her memory, Chi Zao was clearly someone who could not tolerate a grain of sand in her eyes. Having once had an abortion, even if they remained together, there would surely be a barrier in her heart. But looking at Chi Zao's current state, every corner of her eyes and brows revealed nothing but happiness.

If they want to enter, let them. Gui Zhai was likely considered an oddity; the garden wasn't large, with layers upon layers, and people were whispering about it.

If the Purple Gold Tower had the intention of completely annihilating Shushan, it would not have secretly extended a helping hand to leave Tang Yangmei a glimmer of survival.

Perhaps to save the most important person in his life, his choices would be the same as Qi Ye and Uncle Long's. Thinking this, he suddenly felt a deep internal conflict.

However, once he thought of the Ancestor Yangmei, who would stop at nothing and loved to take unconventional paths, he immediately grew despondent.