27. Library Confession Challenge (7)

After Ye Xuan finished speaking, he left the manor with Yang Rou. Following their departure, An Zixuan let out a sigh.

Having encountered the son of his mentor, Wei Mo was filled with joy and naturally offered several toasts. Wishing to demonstrate his strength and hospitality, he returned to invite his friends over to join in the toasts.

The human body is indeed fragile compared to that of a demon, but those who utilize demonic power risk gradually transforming into beasts stripped of all reason.

A month later, deep within a secluded mountain valley stretching several miles, the sun shone brightly over bubbling brooks. Seven or eight wooden cottages dotted the landscape, surrounded by sheer, precipitous cliffs. In one corner of a cliff, a winding cave entrance led into what felt like a paradise isolated from the rest of the world.

Not far away, a group of armed militants seemed to have tracked his movements and were closing in from all sides.

Ye Xuan, however, was different. The essence of his spirit was so powerful that he himself did not know its limits. Even though the power contained within the "Genesis" technique was terrifyingly infinite, he remained completely unfazed by its imposing aura.

One performance followed another, and the conference room was filled with laughter. In this moment, the soldiers who had endured a year of grueling training were able to relax, enjoying the program and snacks, occasionally teasing their comrades. Even though biting winds howled outside, it felt like spring within these walls.

The enemy general stood alone, the war hammer in his hands akin to the scythe of the Grim Reaper, pressing down with an aggressive, suffocating force.

In an instant, a series of violent explosions erupted from Yun Tianzhan’s body as his protective artifacts shattered one by one. They failed to hold for even a second before being completely destroyed.

This was a football—literally a football—but while on Earth it was merely a sport, here it had become a massive planet.

Ling Yang chuckled softly. He had not expected this man, who appeared so unrefined, to be so articulate and witty when discussing such matters. He had explained things meticulously for quite a while without using a single vulgar word; he was truly a rare talent.

"But they have gone too far! You are the master of the Leng family. It is one thing for the Bai family to freeload here, but to treat you this way? Do they mean to rebel?" By usurping his authority, they were practically riding roughshod over him.

As this technique was unleashed, a crimson light shimmered and expanded across the surface of the Blue Moon Saint, forming a massive halo that drew in countless amounts of vital energy, triggering a berserk state.

She wore a sanitation worker’s vest over a maroon knit sweater. As she tossed a large black trash bag into the garbage truck and began to push it away, she ignored the peels and scraps scattered right beside her cart.

Ling Miao looked up to see Su Yuyang draped over Tang Xuan’s shoulder like a corpse. He glared at Tang Xuan with hatred, letting out an angry roar.

It was precisely because she knew this that she hadn't told Lan Chengzhe; otherwise, it would surely have caused him trouble, and the same went for Murong Jin.

Meng Yu hurried over, looking at the doubt on their faces with confusion. A sense of unease rose within him; he sensed that something bad was afoot.

"Look into my eyes." Leng Mochen walked over to me, his slender fingers pinching my chin and forcing me to look up at him. "It wasn't me. I didn't do it." Without another word, he released me and walked out of the hospital room.

"Qing Niang, look." Scholar Wu guided Qing Niang to sit on an old chair, took a silk parcel from his bosom, pushed aside the bowls and chopsticks in front of her, and placed it down, gesturing for her to open it.

Gradually, rumors reached the ears of some officers: a deep-seated resentment toward merchants was permeating the Black Iron Barracks.

Nan Liumo suddenly forgot why he had come, his eyes fixed intently on Luo Qianhan as he absentmindedly rubbed his own nose.

The Luo Group was vast and incredibly wealthy. It was a flagship enterprise in the Imperial Capital and across China, responsible for hundreds of top-tier international electronic products.

Seeing the top two leaders leave the conference room one after another, the others had no choice but to disperse, despite their lingering resentment. Only Peng Kaixi remained in his seat, his face ashen, his hand trembling with rage while the wound on his head throbbed.

Mu Kun was speechless. At the time, the situation had been dire, and they had no better strategy than to split their forces into two paths.

"As for that Yun Mengxi, since she is so fond of seducing men, send her to where she belongs," Gu Jingzhan commanded.

It was just that their sudden visit had interrupted his leisurely bath time. Before he could dress, he had hidden, and for all he knew, they might be watching him from somewhere right now.

Hearing him say this, Jifeng and the others immediately regained their focus. At the same time, they wondered: the Third Battalion was a camp with one hundred thousand elite troops, guarded and assisted by players; it shouldn't be in such desperate need of rescue, should it?

"Then what do you mean?" Wang Peng was puzzled; both Jiang Haitao and Chai Rong were acting strangely.

Cang Yuan really didn't want to say anything more. If only the look in your eyes wasn't so fervent, he might have believed you.

Within the ocean of spiritual power, it seemed as if giant pythons were slithering, dragons were circling, and great beasts were roaring. With a single move, the entire arena was encompassed; Zhuang Jian’s power was clearly capable of dominating the whole field.

Master Huaizhi had miraculously obtained the power of the Heavenly Rhyme Hao Stone, which boosted his abilities several times over. He led his disciples in a swift relief mission to General Yang Hong's camp, completely shattering the Mastiff Beast Demon Legion and rescuing all the imperial soldiers.

After obtaining this vital intelligence, Master Huaizhi decided to lead his disciples to eradicate these flying beast demons entirely and advance toward Baichuan City. To ensure a swift victory, he personally led the assault on Cloud Eagle Mountain.

A familiar voice echoed in the corridor. Lin Peng looked up to see Yang Fan slowly walking toward him, reciting poetry as he went.

Lei Yi and the others still remembered being teleported by Lanor to the sky above the sacred lake of the Berserker tribe, only to fall into the water because they couldn't fly.

On the side of the Xiliang army, everyone gazed toward the place where hearty laughter erupted from time to time, looking bewildered. Ma Chao asked, "Mr. Jia, what are the Lord and the others laughing about?" Since Liu Fan’s title had been demoted to Duke of Liang, he had ordered everyone to address him as "Lord" rather than "King." Even so, Liu Fan still preferred to refer to himself as "the lonely one."