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If these fellows truly rushed forward in a frenzy, even if he managed to kill them all, he would inevitably sustain injuries.

This sword originated from the Immortal Palace and belonged to the Immortal Emperor, yet it was ultimately left here by Yunhua, turning Bloodchant into an inverted sword.

Qin Hong asked, "Will you be going to the orphanage often from now on? Why?" Ah Wan had already established the orphanage before marrying him, and she only visited frequently during the first few years after its opening, after which she rarely went. She would only be busier in the future; how would she have the time to visit the orphanage?

Blushing, Qin Hong defended himself, "I haven't seen you in a long time and missed you terribly, which is why I came over now. Tomorrow you'll be returning to the Xie family." By the end, Qin Hong sounded somewhat aggrieved, as he might not see Ah Wan for quite a while.

The Empress Dowager said indifferently, "Do you think I am venting my anger on Lin Jihua because of the Third Prince?" Her expression remained calm and unruffled, but a sense of disappointment stirred within her heart.

For a long time, cultivators in the Tianji Realm and its subordinate immortal cultivation realms lived in a state of panic, with the entire Tianji Realm shrouded in an aura of death.

Accompanied by blood-curdling shrieks, a plume of black fog shot toward the distant sky like an arrow released from a bow, instantly melting into the night.

Everyone observed the final arhat of Yue Lingshan, whose numbered form was depicted sitting peacefully facing forward, hands folded within sleeves and cupped in a formal greeting to the right, head tilted slightly forward, bearded, with a prominent crown on his head, exuding a majestic appearance.

Damn it, now you've found someone even stronger than me. Then what on earth do all my experiences over these past few years amount to?

Just a moment ago, however, this balance had been broken when a lotus flower of terrifying power suddenly plunged into this body. Had not the remnant soul of King Yin exerted its might, Lang Ping's physical body would certainly have been blasted into annihilation.

Inhaling the strangely pungent air drifting toward him, the tiger-man opposite him visibly reduced his hostility.

The next day, Emperor Xuanzong of Tang issued an order to execute Princess Taiping, Li Lingyue, by forcing her to drink poisoned wine. Princess Taiping sneered, struck the cup of poisoned wine handed to her by the eunuch so that it overturned onto the ground, and then raised her banner to launch a genuine rebellion.

With Lin Feng's ability, he could completely manipulate the endocrine secretions of his pituitary gland to achieve the same effect as consuming or injecting ice. However, since everything produced in this manner came from the secretions of his own pituitary gland, the effect was limited.

Standing in close proximity, Lin Feng immediately sensed during the standoff that the intensity of the source energy fluctuating from the opposite tiger-man was violently rising and falling. This fluctuation arose because his instincts and the octopus-man's commands were engaged in a fierce collision of energy.

At this moment, a commotion suddenly erupted outside, with numerous footsteps echoing not far from the tent. The employees of the Zhou Group were noisy, punctuated by occasional cries of alarm.

Blade auras and sword qi collided, emanating peerless murderous intent, while peerless divine lights burst forth, causing pure energy to rise and sway even on the distant sapling of the World Tree.

"Go and call Major Gakumu," Yoshino ordered, pointing to the trembling soldier before him.

Around the sachet lay three or four lifeless corpses. The sachet was clutched in the hand of one of the corpses, while that martial artist's escort had his hand soaked in a yet-uncoagulated pool of blood. A rich fragrance still drifted continuously from the sachet.

Silver spears swept wildly; he had already pierced and felled countless brave Wei soldiers beneath his spear. Catching sight of Shi Dakai's commanding banner directly ahead, murder intent flashed fully in his eyes, and he intended to charge forward to sever Shi Dakai's head.

Cao Leshuang scrambled up in a disheveled state while clutching the corner of her mouth, glared at him coldly, and turned to lead her three Painted Butterfly members away in ignominy amidst the unanimous jeers of the crowd.

"Forget it, then I'll just do my job properly!" Su Youwei shook his head. There was no point in asking about such matters when he couldn't control them anyway; he might as well just enjoy his blessings here.

Witnessing the bizarre changes within Su Youwei's body, the Third Uncle tried his utmost to destroy him. Yet the moment he gathered his strength, a heavenly thunder of far greater magnitude and peerless might struck down, shattering him utterly from head to toe. Before he could even utter a cry, he was reduced to ashes.

"You are Feid, the leader of the Potato Mercenary Corps, right?" A marquis nearly two meters tall walked up to Feid, a giant sword with a white-glowing tip sheathed at his waist.

Situ Li turned around and snapped his fingers toward the backstage. Suddenly, the LCD screen hanging on the wall directly ahead began playing that footage.

Yet this thought was dismissed as soon as it arose. Admitting defeat... was not his style; but if he did not admit defeat, how could he win?

At that precise moment, a loud shout and a violent, booming knock at the door shattered the stagnant atmosphere.

"You should recover quickly too!" Su Youwei once again retrieved a crystal of ice from the Heavenly Palace and had her refine it.

"Judging by what you say, you haven't told me what your identity is either." Feid began to realize that he was being used by someone once more, and this time it turned out to be that very father who had been so hell-bent on making him a knight. To think that working as a mercenary in a foreign land would still involve being manipulated by someone far away—it was truly absurd to Feid.

"To think you are an Imperial Protector of the court, yet you don't even know that this military boxing routine was created by the founding prime minister of the Red Dynasty!" Yao Xi increased the pressure of her right hand by a few notches.

The Demonic Dragon was discussing matters with the Daoist monk on the road when he heard someone calling his name and responded accordingly. Who was so audacious as to dare address him by his full name directly?

This sensation abruptly triggered the tripwire deep within Tong Hua's heart, instantly snapping her back to sobriety.

"Thank you, Commander." Offering these words of thanks inwardly, I kicked Fu Biao directly in the stomach, and before he could react, my other foot came down heavily upon his body once more.

Having not seen Ma Guotao for a long time, he clearly appeared much more haggard. His eyes were deeply sunken, his face covered in stubble, and his morale was exceptionally poor. Shen Tong nodded slightly to greet him.

Upon hearing that it was Wang Zihao's voice, the three women inside opened the door. Their faces were uniformly pale as chalk, for they had heard the screams outside while cowering in the room. Unknowing of the source, they had huddled together in the corner of the wall out of sheer terror.

Hold on, Zhang Yan continuously reminded himself. This style of combat consumed not only physical strength, but also immense mental fortitude.

In this day and age, the luxuries enjoyed by the wealthy were truly different. Lin Kele had already called Liu Yongxiang before returning.

Xu Yiming spoke. His words seemed flattering, but any fool knew it was merely polite convention.

That's right! Wasn't Uncle Li one of Kun Ge's subordinates? He was also Wang Xin's bodyguard! Thinking of Wang Xin, Liu Yiliang lowered his head in shame.

Although Aunt Bai was not particularly optimistic about Su Xing, she adored the two children immensely, holding their hands and chatting affectionately while urging the mother and children to stay for a few days.

"Damn it, I forgot to bring you late-night snacks... Actually, I didn't eat much either. How about this, I'll make some instant noodles first and take you hunting later, alright? Silence means consent. What good boys." Bullying the dog for not understanding human speech, she then settled down with peace of mind to enjoy her instant noodle feast all by herself.