31 Perfect Score

Fang Yu did not tell Wang Si that Chen Haohan had referred to Liu Yun as his friend, fearing that if Wang Si knew, he would be too intimidated to strike.

This maneuver appeared simple, yet it demanded an extraordinary degree of precision and control over one’s soul power; even an ordinary Titled Douluo would struggle to execute it without specialized training.

It accentuated her devilish figure. Originally, Jiang Qingxue and Xia Bing were evenly matched, but now it seemed Xia Bing held the slight edge.

Lin Guofeng was about to cry out in excitement, but Zhang San did not give him the chance and continued speaking.

Su Zhu looked up and saw Bo Jingsi’s deep, bewitching face, his lips curled into a smile as he watched her with playful interest.

The man, covered in frost, held a broken crowbar in one hand. With long strides, he crossed into the courtyard, heading straight for the living room with a clear objective.

Gathering the elites of the Red Cavalry, Dragon Soul, Combat Soldiers, and Red Tiger—four major strike teams—to confront Ye Fei alone should have been a sure victory. Yet, for some reason, Zhang Zhenfeng still felt uneasy.

Despite He Huanyu’s repeated polite refusals, Qi Ming used his authority as the boss to drive He Huanyu and Lü Tenglong back to the Rongcheng West Lake Hotel.

Naifu had gone on a complete strike. He was disgruntled about being sealed and was throwing a tantrum, refusing to offer any help.

The look in Qian Renxue’s eyes turned icy. With the Angelic Divine Armor summoned, she had finally played her last card.

"You intend to separate from me? And instead of discussing it with me, you prepared everything and only planned to notify me once it was done?" Qin Muyun asked again, every word piercing straight into Nie Jiajia’s heart.

When she shared her thoughts with the men of the family during dinner, Wen Lin was the first to voice his opposition.

The snow was stained red with blood. Exhausted, Bao Xin collapsed to the ground. As she watched the dead soldier turn and charge toward her, a flash of cold light descended upon her head, and her mind went blank.

The room was cozy and the bed was warm. Having just bathed, Yuechu was perfectly comfortable and drifted off to sleep after only dozing for a short while.

"I didn't force him. He is already in your hands, and he knows he is doomed. What leverage do you think I have to force him?" Wang Xudong shook his head and said.

His slender, powerful arms held her tightly against him. His chin rested on her shoulder, his head tucked into her hair, his breathing heavy as if he were intoxicated by her scent.

Zi An collected her thoughts. "It's nothing. I was just lamenting that you are better suited to be a doctor than I am." Not just him, even Rou Yao was more professional than she was.

In Zi’s view, it was because she had been carrying a dozen burdens at the time; even if those dozen were all S-rank, Zi still considered them burdens.

They usually drank high-proof spirits, as only strong liquor suited their palates. The burning, searing sensation upon entry was the only feeling that felt real to them.

Their laughter swept away Bao Xin’s melancholy, but Qin Ke remained worried. He felt it was necessary to treat her and connect with her heart, helping her understand her own condition so she could adjust accordingly.

The old servant reported to his master. After hearing it, Zhao Huang pondered: Could there be a hidden secret in the painting? Although he had succeeded as the Prince of Fuyang, his father had not passed on the royal seal before he died. He had searched extensively to no avail. His father had loved painting; perhaps he had used the artwork to indicate where it was hidden.

It went without saying that the Hell Demon Soldiers were an army, and if the entire force possessed such heavy Yin energy and malevolence, it was truly terrifying. Thinking of facing such a powerful enemy, Bing Lan felt a sense of trepidation.

"I don't have any intention of helping Tianxiao City fight right now. There are plenty of talented young people in Tianxiao City; it’s not my turn to step in," Long Xinglin said indifferently.

Some wounds, when left to ache for too long, create resentment. Even if gently smoothed over, the soft touch can cause thorns to grow, wounding both others and oneself.

"Who is it?" A crisp, melodious voice, like the chirping of a nightingale, drifted from inside the room.

"I am here, Young Master. What are your orders?" A sturdy guard stepped out of the ranks and knelt on one knee.

However, having seen so much of the mortal world, Yi Yu began to wonder: Was the decision she made back then truly the right one? Is endless revenge and mutual destruction the only way to solve problems? Can killing to stop killing truly protect oneself?

They were all high-ranking Earth Sovereigns, far more formidable than others of the same tier. They held half-step holy artifacts, and their combined strike was enough to leave a mid-stage Saint Venerable severely injured.

"Oh my, I haven't cooked in so long, I wonder how this tastes." Mu Qing said as she picked up a large iron ladle from the basin, scooped up some "Red Date, Mung Bean, and White Fungus Pork Rib Soup," and took a hearty gulp.

At this moment, a disciple of the Qinglian Sect, seeing Xu Tian’s composed and unflinching demeanor, stared at him in a daze. His mind raced, yet he could not recall any such figure among the geniuses of the major sects he had met; he had no idea where he could have seen him before.

Shan Yuxin blinked as she watched Zhang Shangjin leave. The anger she had felt just moments ago had vanished, leaving her surprisingly happy.

So, you were trying to play me to death, only for me to dig my own grave, and now you want to kill me with a single punch?

She could truly guarantee this, as she had never eaten such dishes before; these were all things brought by Tian Tian, which she had only just learned to make.

Everyone present was at least a Golden Immortal. Anyone below that level would be mere cannon fodder upon entering the Witch-Demon Secret Realm, and even a Golden Immortal was just slightly larger cannon fodder.

The horn atop its head pierced the sky like an iron tower. Bolts of lightning gathered high above and then crashed down with a roar.

Xia Jiujiang turned and returned to her Xuan-Three Residence. You Hua had to drag Ye Sha away by force. After Xia Jiujiang left, the Deputy Dean’s eyes darkened, and a strange smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"It seems you already know," Zhao Youde happened to pass by the courtyard, saw his appearance, and guessed as much.

There was only one way now: to tell a grand lie, a lie large enough to cover the loss of half the family fortune.

Jiang Muwen turned, her gaze colliding directly with Wen Yichen’s. He looked straight at her, a glimmer of light seemingly flickering in his clear eyes.

"I knew you would sleep for a long time, so I brought this back for you," Jiang Muwen added.

The only fortunate thing was that the fighting here was mostly small-arms fire, without the use of shells or heavy machine guns, save for the occasional cannon shell from the north bank of the Huai River that landed every now and then.