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"You mean to say..." Following Night Owl's train of thought, Yongyue Lin instantly grasped the implication.

Unwilling to venture into the Magical Beast Mountain Range for practical training, Wuchen, who was at the early stage of the Golden Core realm, became her sparring partner.

Sensing hostility, Wei Limei felt a sudden tightness in his chest and immediately moved to intercept. The two figures instantly intertwined in combat.

Li Shouhui let out a low roar, his eyes resolute. Keeping his right hand raised, he suddenly took a forward stride.

To put it bluntly, no matter how high Gu Changzhi's position in the company was or how capable he might be, it meant nothing.

Her precarious body seemed ready to collapse at any moment; her face was pale, and her eyes held a pitiful expression, as if she had suffered the greatest injustice in the world.

"Grandpa Zhang, Grandma Zhang, I've come to see you!" Before even reaching the main house, Mao Xin called out crisply. Su Yi could tell that Mao Xin was in an exceptionally good mood at that moment.

"What on earth is this knot-tying method?" Ikasi frowned, staring at the ropes bound around his body.

After helping Li Yuan inspect the safety of the room, Xin Ye called Gao Peng to report the situation, applied for several high-altitude prison guard robots to monitor the security of the area where Li Yuan was located, and then they agreed to go together to the containment base the next morning to verify identities.

Now that her aunt had passed away, she wanted to take a moment to comfort her eldest brother, but no opportunity presented itself. Thinking of this, Lin Youning felt a ache in her heart for her eldest brother.

Xu Feng did not bother to explain further. For someone who was not even in the office during work hours and ignored applicants, Xu Feng had little desire to understand them.

"They aren't the ones; they were just passing by. We hit the wrong people," Dugu Que said coldly.

"Who you are, I neither know nor care to know. I only know that you are about to die!" The elderly monk suddenly erupted with a blood-red aura, releasing a bloodthirsty might across his entire body.

Last night, Gao Fei had already broken through eight star apertures. Even though he could have broken through the ninth, he chose not to do so, needing to preserve his astral energy to deal with today's freshman grand tournament. Otherwise, having exhausted his astral energy, he would have been forced to take another Star Energy Pill today.

After Zhang Lingyue stepped onto the arena, Chen Feng from the Ninth Palace Peak leaped onto the arena in response. Standing with his hands behind his back, his expression detached and his handsome face set against his white robes, he appeared rather refined and scholarly.

Could this girl still be at the hotel? A sense of panic washed over me, and I hurriedly called her back, but she didn't answer. The phone indicated it was powered off.

Techniques like the Karmic Soul Annihilation of the Departing Fire—revolving martial arts involving soul power—had been beyond the comprehension of Hun Wutong, but over this period, especially within the Monster Forest, he had completely mastered them.

When Gao Fei arrived at Shadow and Sunlight Cliff, almost every martial artist there knew of him. As King Roland's emissary, rewarded with so many fine treasures, virtually every martial artist looked upon him with envy, jealousy, and hatred. Of course, no one dared to make a move against Gao Fei; who knew what his true strength was now?

Though it appeared only a fraction stronger than sects like the Immortal Fire Divine Sect and the Immortal Water Palace, its actual power was terrifyingly immense.

Brother White-board knew very well that to receive, one must first give. Therefore, he intended to throw some bait to the Withered Tree Ghost first, and once the latter was lulled into complacency, he would seize the opportunity to strike.

It seemed he really needed to find an experienced hand to learn a trick or two from. His first thought was Office Director Ji Jinjun, but upon second thought, Ji Jinjun's working style was not to his liking, and the experience he could offer was likely something he could not accept.

No one knew what had transpired; they only knew that an aura of death and terror was gradually spreading, and the entire An Corporation had nearly been overturned.

Hearing the subtext in Ye Qing's words, Jin Binbin and the others realized that fifty thousand was simply impossible to settle the matter. Unwilling to say more, they simply waited to watch Yao Dian make a fool of himself.

Nannan was guided by a master and possessed exceptional talent; how could she possibly be knocked flying by a newly born infant?

Puzzled by the Ten-Thousand-Year Old Flood Dragon's bizarre actions, Bi Fang, Zhu Long, and the others stared with furrowed brows, utterly bewildered as to what game the dragon was playing.

Hua Zitai also sighed inwardly: regardless of anything else, such a concert was a rare sight; regardless of anything else, these were genuine vocalists; regardless of anything else, it was a musical extravaganza of extraordinarily high musical value; regardless of anything else, it was a lavish musical feast that filled one's stomach and soul.

After the people from the Pure Land Sect and the Fahua Sect departed, the sect leaders of the various Taoist factions exchanged glances, and the leader of the Jingming Sect stepped forward first.

He could already feel the pure yang energy within his body rampaging wildly, threatening to burst his body open at any moment, but at this critical juncture, he could no longer care about such things.

Stepping into the restaurant, he discovered that its business was exceptionally booming. Setting aside the private rooms upstairs, the main hall alone was nearly filled to capacity. By the time he claimed the very last empty table, the place was completely packed.

Of course, this was not something Ziqing needed to worry about, and Lin Kangping was unwilling to let Ziqing know what underhanded methods he might have employed.

Ziqing glanced at Lin Kangping, who said, "We'll come over every morning from now on and only go back when it's time to sleep at night. Isn't that the same?" Lin Kangping still wasn't used to sleeping in separate rooms from Ziqing.

As Deli walked away, the Fourteenth Prince turned back and said, "The less you know about those matters, the better. Rest here while I go take a look." Without waiting for Qi Suuniang's reply, he strode away.

Chen Yan smiled as he looked at her, then lowered his gaze and whispered softly, "Fortunately, you aren't wearing Manchu robes; your wide sleeves hide it so no one can see..." With that, holding the paper list in one hand and tightly grasping Qi Suuniang's hand with the other, he walked slowly toward the bustling Duzi Street.