32. Reconciliation Between Father and Son

At last, Chen Xuanwu and another fighter stepped into the ring. The arena erupted with deafening whistles and cheers, as if the spectators were intent on tearing the roof off the building.

Hundreds of soldiers had been running laps around the camp under the scorching sun for hours. One by one, men collapsed, only to be dragged away like dead dogs. Those still conscious wished they could faint as well, if only to escape the relentless, grueling training.

At this moment, I wanted to scream in frustration! Who on earth was responsible for such a mood-killing disruption?

Upon reaching the fifth level of hearing, the range expanded to ten thousand kilometers, while also gaining the ability to replay past sounds.

It was Huang Wei speaking. Although he was now the company commander of the recruits, he still held the position of deputy commander of the First Company, and he was naturally keeping a close eye on this assessment.

"This time, let's play for higher stakes. Let's try to boost our mercenary group to four stars in one go," Ruofeng said calmly.

As the saying goes, know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated. To ensure she got the money, Zhang Ju carefully listened to the sounds coming from the private room.

Ah K’s expression did not change; he showed no shock at Lu Shaoshan addressing his father by his full name.

Yet today, although his strikes were still haphazard, he could clearly feel that the power in his hands had increased several times over. No wonder he had managed to make "Yinyang Eye" spin in circles on the spot. Lin Xiaojin couldn't help but spread his palm to see what was going on, only to see a red light flash across his palm.

These words flashed through her mind, and Xie Menghua suddenly felt as if she had gone mad. How could she think of such things?

Yun Jiuxi had given her orders, so she dared not defy them openly. She had no choice but to go to the Prince Li estate, specifically seek out Eunuch Fu, and present the brocade box.

Their position was not particularly conspicuous, but given how striking the two tall, upright figures were, no sooner had Wen Nanhuai sat down than several pairs of eyes were already fixed upon them.

Seeing Cui Xu dodge, the beast pulled back its right paw in time, lifted a furry rear foot, and kicked unexpectedly toward the pile of rubble.

It was clear that the Northern Barbarians and the Great Han had reached an agreement. Although the Prince was valiant, a pincer attack from both sides—the Barbarians charging the front and the Great Han holding the rear—meant that their force of only thirty thousand would be completely wiped out.

Su Xingli possessed a genuinely bright and straightforward personality and got along well with those around her, but few knew that she was, in fact, extremely sensitive and held grudges.

The thoroughly unraveled black thread became weightless, drifting toward Ruan Yaoyao like a wisp of wind.

Faced with the lieutenant colonel's interrogation, everyone present felt guilty. Even someone as sharp-tongued as Xiao Yunjie was momentarily struck dumb, not knowing how to respond.

"Host, the male lead is here." Almost as soon as the system Naiqi finished speaking, a tall man walked in, framed by the backlight.

"Yes, yes, yes, this subordinate spoke out of turn." Qisha hurriedly apologized again. He knew his sect leader was a man who brooked no dissent; no one could instruct him.

Upon arriving at the door of Riwu's room, I caught the scent of fish and vegetables wafting on the breeze, which immediately made me ravenous. The door was ajar, and upon entering, I saw four dishes neatly arranged on a square table. My heart leaped with joy, and I thought happily that my sister, after all, couldn't bear to see me go hungry.

Yan Xi shrugged and said, "It has nothing to do with me. It’s all him; he’s too fat." She pointed at the dying Sword-Tooth on the ground, looking perfectly sincere. Seeing her like this, Zhang Yue couldn't even bring himself to speak. He leaned over to help Sword-Tooth up, laid him flat on the ground, and tore open his clothes to examine the wound.

Having won a free grand prize, Ye Qi didn't get carried away and drink until she collapsed. She ordered a few side dishes, finished the last half-pot of wine, and headed home. She had to work on wedding preparations with Li Lang tomorrow, so staying up too late wouldn't do. Besides, Li Lang was likely waiting for her at home with some impatience.

You Jian waved his hands, embarrassed. He knew he had gone too far; a romantic getaway for two had been ruined by his own preoccupations. Regardless, the fault lay with him; he couldn't blame anyone else.

The man in black removed his mask, revealing himself to be Leng Jiang, who had escaped from the water. The water at Chenzhou Bay was not deep, and ordinary ropes could never have held him; it was clear that Tu Xuanzhong had intentionally let him go that night.

Not until the great tent fell silent and no more sounds could be heard did a profound sense of loss wash over me. As Riwu departed, something that had been hidden deep in my heart suddenly swelled, threatening to consume me.

The Portal True Talisman: Forged by a legitimate cult dedicated to portals, it contains information such as the true name and serial number of the portal deity. Attributes: Protection and Portal Creation. Even though the "Lower Fallen Plane" has lost contact with the Order, because the talisman contains the Order information of the creator, it can manifest its "attributes" without needing to communicate with the Order.

Not long after leaving the imperial palace, I frowned, sensing several gazes instantly lock onto my back and follow closely behind me.

He channeled his inner strength into his palms, the long-lasting power coiling around them, and collided with the White-Scaled Ape in the most brutal fashion. Lei Yu wrapped his arms around the ape's slenderest finger, pivoted with all his might, and flipped the beast to the ground—a feat akin to an ant toppling an elephant.

Having her arm grabbed, Zhang Meiling realized he had approached her without her noticing. She shook her arm, trying to pull away.

She cast a frowning glance at the person beside her, wondering what could have caught his attention this time.

But the fox demon's body was pressing down with such weight, how could her current frame possibly push him off?

With the Universe Mirror Imperial Bell in hand, Mo Li no longer found the act of reversing time as difficult as it had been before.

In the dark, filthy room, the surrounding walls were stained black with blood, and the air was filled with a sickening stench.

The scene fell silent once again. Everyone watched Yulong Yaofeng and Ling Yunfan in stillness. Their expressions varied—some were filled with resentment, some with jealousy, but many were also profoundly envious.

Ling Hua’s eyes went wide, as if she found the assumption made by Setsuna absolutely incredible, and this reaction alone exposed her true identity.