Fifty-four thousand and fifty-four.

“Bring your life!” Tian Ci shouted fiercely, forming sword seals with his hands. The treasured sword, shimmering with white light, darted up and down, tightly encircling Li Siguang, attacking like a whirlwind.

Ying Qixuan’s birth was extraordinary. Three senior source energy masters resided in his family. Such power could easily rank them as the top family in all of China. It was this family protection that allowed him to grow; without it, other organizations would have relentlessly sought to eliminate him with continuous attacks—something he could never have withstood.

Mu Sanqian smiled as he drove the stone away. Saying any more now might just provoke Su Xuan to lose his temper on the spot.

“Sigh!” Thinking of Qin’er, Shi Jingtian let out a long sigh. He could not betray Zi Fan, nor could he disappoint Qin’er. What was he to do? Could it be, as his elder brother suggested, that he should take them both to live hidden away in the forest? At this thought, he felt foolish and tapped his forehead in frustration.

However, her sense of crisis was utterly unnecessary. Ye Linghan was not such a superficial person; he would never measure Mu Qingyu’s love for him by such trivial matters.

“Don’t worry, I will handle the orphanage matter properly. Every cent of the demolition compensation will be paid in full. As for Gao Tengfei, I will act justly and will not show favoritism simply because he is my nephew,” Qian Wangyang quickly affirmed his stance.

Meanwhile, Mu Sanqian had already crossed the stone pillar, but the pillar, severed mid-waist, did not fall to the ground—it shattered and floated midair. Su Shiyu formed finger seals, and the fragments became a dense barrage of sharp projectiles, shooting out toward Mu Sanqian.

Strength was his forte. Coupled with his perfected ‘Wild Bull Fist,’ he unleashed his full power. Zhou Bao considered himself unbeatable by anyone at the same level.

The melody of the zither was enchanting, like a clear, flowing spring dancing upon the heart, stirring thoughts of joy and warmth as if from the beginning of time.

In just a moment, Sang Yue’s lips curled into a cold smile. Looking at Liu Ruoshuang, her face was deathly pale. Her weak cultivation clearly could not sustain the prolonged use of the sacred weapon, the Heavenly Net.

After speaking, she immediately glanced at Elder Wang, hoping this seasoned expert in cultivation techniques and spiritual skills might have discerned something from the situation.

Amid the chaos, disciples of the Haitan Sect noticed in terror a blood mark suddenly appear on the neck of the senior brother ahead of them. Before he could scream, blood spewed from his neck like a crimson dance, and he lost consciousness.

Turning to glance at the rushing Yangtze River behind him, Liu Qian executed a full 360-degree backward flip and jumped straight into the water.

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Many passing drivers, witnessing this miraculous scene, could not help but give Liu Qian’s Highlander a thumbs-up.

In the next moment, the strange hue in her eyes, sparked by Liang Yu, gradually faded. Then, a trace of melancholy involuntarily surfaced from the depths of her gaze, revealing itself on her delicate face.

However, as the territory’s ruler here, the octopus creature with the advantage of terrain would not sit idly by. With another series of tentacle movements, it struck Da Wuchang’s back, forcing it to release the thick limb it had grasped.

As for the red-armored guards behind, they were far inferior, and the regular soldiers even more so.

Two men, equally tall, handsome, and imposing, silently appraised each other, their eyes engaging in a unique contest.

The Moon Demon Temple’s Lord, seated in the main chair, nodded helplessly. Suppressing the werewolf guild at the temple’s head was quite a shock.

“The great families truly have no sanctuary,” he sighed deeply, finishing his coffee before raising his hand to refill the cup.

Studio Eleven had once again triumphed during the summer season. This time, it withstood Paramount’s “Star Trek” first-week pressure and overturned Sony Columbia Pictures’ “Angels and Demons” second-week impact. “The Hangover” instantly became the dazzling dark horse of 2009’s box office.

“Then let’s see real skill at work!” Xiao He exclaimed upon seeing Yuan Futong unleash his fire dragon. With a thought, a massive sword composed of purple lightning surged to meet the fiery beast, while the other four accelerated, driving the banner into the void.

Shortly after Yuan Futong’s retreat into seclusion, news spread throughout Tianlang Mountain that he would compete in the late-stage spirit refining contest. As a human cultivator bearing the Wolf Soul Mark, Yuan Futong was already a focal point among wolf clan cultivators. His previous spar with Tang Zhi had made him a rising star in a short time.

Finally, there was dinner to prepare for the Consort De. Fortunately, the imperial physician advised her to drink more soups and porridges, which eased Jin Xi’s burden considerably.

Su Sa and the others had already prepared dinner. Qin’s father and mother ate lightly to fill their stomachs before hastily leaving again.

For example, Qi Chen volunteered to go to the battlefield. It was far from the trivial notion Min Rong expressed—that one could simply go and return as one pleased. Hence the old saying, “A loving mother often spoils her child.” This was undeniably true. Fei Yanggu, though unwilling to say so in front of Min Rong, sighed deeply in his heart.

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Zheng Yuqing suddenly wanted to throw her phone. What bad luck! Song Baiyi, that bear of a child, was still awake in the middle of the night. Why? She had no intention of indulging his antics.

Feng Su had just left the Yingcheng house when he sensed someone following him—not the footsteps of a man.

At this moment, her eyes were fixed on the cigarette in Wu Qizun’s hand. When they first met, she knew he smoked, but since coming to District A, he had not smoked once.

“Alright then, let’s go together,” Ye Tian heard them say and did not refuse, agreeing as he stepped outside.

But Qisi moved first, withdrawing his feet and body from the original spot, no longer wanting to fight. The demonic light in his eyes slightly dimmed as he coldly regarded his opponent and slowly stepped back.

Though Xu Zheng was his nominal father, to him, he was a complete stranger.

At this moment, he felt a certain relief that Nono was not his son, yet his heart ached terribly, deeply pained.

Mo Jie looked back with difficulty, glaring at Dylan. Dylan’s strength was surprisingly great—so much that even Mo Jie, with his dragon attributes, could not contend with him.

Angrily, he kicked over a stool before striding out the door. After a brief report from the Mu and Qiu families, he gritted his teeth and instructed Tan Ji and other aides to cooperate with Han Jianzhang in handling the aftermath.

From the lowest point of the nervous bear boy’s career to now, with his normal smile back and his livestream career back on track.

Dahua’s voice was very low. If the inn were not so quiet now, Zhong Qing might not have heard her at all.