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Fang Ye had exceptionally sharp hearing, and since the two middle-aged women had not deliberately lowered their voices, he heard every word they said with crystal clarity. His face instantly flushed with overwhelming embarrassment, making him wish he could instantly crawl into a crack in the elevator if one were to appear.

They would raise no objections whatsoever to such a course of action, and even if they had already committed such deeds, the ultimate fate of those individuals would undoubtedly be harrowing. As the saying goes, retribution is not a matter of whether it will arrive, but merely a question of timing. Although such retribution might seem distant, far, far away, that does not mean it will never come to pass.

This white-haired elder hailed from the headquarters of the Metaverse Corporation, overseeing various divine realms, and was an immortal powerhouse of the封王 (King-Tier) realm.

Though the voice was faint, it sent chills creeping down Xing Baochi's spine! It was only then that he perceived the anomaly, and the moment that abnormality arose, it instantly surged through his entire body.

"Mountain Breaker!" Situ Fengya smashed his sword directly against the back of the beast's paw. Upon hitting a single target, Mountain Breaker would generate a boulder right on the spot to send the target flying. Situ Fengya slightly manipulated the shape of the rock, transforming it into an extremely sharp rock-cone.

Thus, Niu Tu harbored a shred of expectation as he waited quietly on the side, eager to see what would happen next and whether his father could be resurrected from the dead.

The temperature across the entire City of Sin soared by dozens of degrees, driving many residents who could no longer bear the heat straight out onto the streets. Meanwhile, houses along the avenues continued to collapse amid the violent tremors of the fierce battle, while Robinson had already returned to carry out emergency rescue operations.

Afya's avatar led Biji's avatar in flight, finally buying precious time for their true bodies to undergo transformation.

Since everyone had arranged to watch Cheng Ran's movie together that evening, Li Qiuxue had naturally prepared the tickets in advance, directly booking out the entire cinema.

It was only a pity that Cheng Ran's guitar had later been sold by him to build a school for the village children, bringing an end to those good days.

Reviving his sect had become an indelible obsession in his life. The lifespan of the Ling clan was originally a mere twenty-and-some years; during the few years remaining to him, as long as there was the slightest chance to restore the sect to its former glory, he would not hesitate even if it meant facing a mountain of blades, a sea of fire, or being shattered to pieces.

"I like it very much," Xiao Yingchen said, his eyes smiling brightly as if he were holding the most precious treasure in the world.

For the rest of the time, Shen Qingshui went to handle the relevant paperwork while the rest of them waited in the hospital room.

Two days later, Jiang Yao bought a residence in the southwest area of the Yi Estate, right in the middle of this sector.

Shen Sisi rambled on about a messy jumble of things, terrified that Ye Moxing might be heartbroken by Moyang's attitude. Having already felt indifferent toward Moyang Yue, she instantly felt an even deeper sense of aversion.

Everything along the way was arranged by Jiang Yang. Now that is what you call a proper estate steward; his nineteen-year-old son, Jiang Hao, was also exceptionally capable.

Not far away, Jing Yi had predictably seized one of the chariots. Ming Yao was dressed like an ancient Roman knight, riding proudly on a steed with a long saber in his grasp, while Zuo Botang held a jade-green scepter, sitting steadily with fluttering sleeves in a chariot pulled by fine steeds.

Bai Yi's divine sense penetrated deep into the seven Blood珑 (Blood Spirit/Linglong) pearls, striving to comprehend the secrets within to the absolute limit. Since that person had been able to grasp the mysteries and leave this entire world behind, he would undoubtedly have no problem doing so either.

Wei Xiao lowered his gaze, a trace of apology flashing across his expression. Pinyou Entertainment truly treated him like their top star and provided him with exceptional resources. Even after such a scandal broke out, the team did not abandon him, but instead sat down together to discuss countermeasures. Yet clearly, this time he was bound to let down Pinyou Entertainment's expectations of him.

Hong Liangsheng said, "Then bring two more plates." With one hand resting on the back of his chair, he immediately gestured to summon the waiter to serve the dishes.

Fanny, after arranging her living quarters, stretched lazily and stepped out the door carrying her journalistic interview equipment. She decided to wander around the outskirts of Cape Town, thinking she might be able to gather some valuable news she could use. Thus, she walked out of the hotel entrance and began her busy day.

The singing was no longer oppressive; like sunlight breaking through the clouds, it showered limitlessly upon people, instilling infinite hope.

The servant still attempted to persuade him otherwise, as this concerned the master's direct instructions. Given how many times the master had repeatedly urged and affirmed it, he simply dared not take the matter lightly.

Manager Wu, whom they had met that afternoon, now wore the expression of a man whose father had just passed away. With a bitter, bloated face, he was currently approaching with two security guards.

In fact, there were other experts in Kyoto, but they had deliberately chosen to avoid these two individuals and thus refrained from participating in the tournament.

Zhao Xin narrowly dodged the attack, only to find that Caibao Jian could hover in mid-air as if equipped with a jetpack behind him, launching another successive wave of attacks the moment his first move missed.

A massive dark shadow protruded from the mists, carrying roiling shockwaves as it slammed a foot down onto the ground. The astonishing force shattered the earth, sending dirt and debris flying as if in an earthquake.

Yun Yun's expression collapsed, her shoulders drooping as one of the shoulder straps of her nightgown slipped off. Lin rolled her eyes and turned her face away speechlessly.

Not long after this group of British troops set out, Li Junhao's contingent within the mining area also withdrew, vanishing into the boundless landscape.

The former "Hellfire" band was the pride of the patrons who frequently visited the bar, feeling almost like family to them. Every time they came to drink at the bar and looked at the various photographs hanging on the walls, they would feel a different kind of emotion.

The opponent did not deny the importance of diligence; instead, they placed their emphasis on the word "more," making everything appear utterly flawless.

However, with Liu Duanyang, Wu Yuebai, and quite a few renowned scholars all gathered together now—an occasion that could well be called a rare grand event in Jiangning in recent years—they naturally were unwilling to miss it.

He cared little about whether he could buy the scrap steel from the dismantled aircraft carrier; what he cared about was whether the aircraft carrier was actually being dismantled.

After seeing off Yu Huan, Jun Yixiao turned back, intending to head toward the quiet chamber specially prepared by Xiaoxia. Right at that moment, however, a monstrous, towering demonic Qi abruptly surged from the mountain gate of the Shenwu Sect, accompanied by rumbling explosions, miserable screams, and wild, shrill laughter.

Li Qinglian remained silent, his expression devoid of the slightest trace of emotion. To resort to eating someone's arm... truly... the style of this Blood Cloud Sect was certainly "unique."

However, before Jun Wuling's figure could dart into the void, a disembodied voice stopped him. As the voice continued, Jun Wuling's expression relaxed, and ultimately, he chose to remain in the Demon Realm.

To Jun Yixiao's surprise, Fu Xuefeng's complexion was somewhat pale and his aura somewhat fluctuating as well, as if he had sustained injuries. Yet no matter how Jun Yixiao questioned him, Fu Xuefeng merely smiled without offering any explanation.

Yet Li Qinglian made not the slightest concession, slashing once more with the Qingping Sword in his hand. The motion was smooth and continuous without the slightest pause, as one green thread after another flashed across the chaos.