Did the young substitute, number 49, play today?

"Die!" Lotherma’s longsword lashed out like a viper, intent on slaying Gus right then and there.

After all, he had always been the one in charge. Now, with a sudden change, it was clear that Mr. Zou was sidelining him—no wonder he was in such a foul mood.

It’s like the thrill you get from spinning a toy once is exhilarating, but what if you do it a hundred times? A thousand times? It ceases to be pleasure, turning instead into a kind of ecstasy that could kill you.

A mouthful of blood spilled from Wang Sen’s lips. He stared blankly as the crimson drops fell onto his withering hand, then, in disbelief, he touched his shriveled face and cried out in shock.

"Thunderfire? Ha! How ignorant!" scoffed Long Ye. This was the ancient undying divine fire; how could mere thunderfire possibly compare?

But Chen Qingdi had already made up his mind. No one could change it now. He, Chen Qingdi, might fall from grace, but he would never lose his dignity, never change allegiances for the sake of a single quota, never forget the decades of bitter cultivation the old monster had invested in him.

"Is that so? If that’s the case, why don’t you just enter the tomb, instead of coming out here to find these so-called useless people?" Long Ye retorted coldly.

The Yuan brothers, while abroad, encountered a troublesome level-five ape-owl beast blocking their way. After a fierce struggle, the two finally joined forces to slay the beast.

Fang Jin Xiu’s invention was devastatingly lethal; if an insider sought revenge, one shot would be enough to end a life.

"I couldn’t sleep. My mind kept drifting to company matters. Instead, I thought I’d draw up a plan overnight and show it to Xiao Han. If it works, then we can settle down and focus on building our entertainment company together."

Li Song cast a fierce glare at Supreme Treasure, who shivered in fear and hurriedly bowed low to beg forgiveness.

I was silent for a long time. The more casually he recounted all this, the more unbearable it felt.

Regarding Xiao Han’s current work and manner, it was clear that with his leadership, the pilot reforms in Liaocheng had a strong guarantee of success.

"What are you laughing at?" I asked, pulling a tissue to wipe the stain she’d left on my lapel, puzzled by her reaction.

"Governor, you’ve grown noticeably thinner—you must take care of yourself," Zhao Zhengce said with an unhurried air, chatting with the governor as though with an elder, expressing just the right amount of concern.

"So, what exactly do you know?" As I expected, Ye Xing’s attention shifted from me to this topic; he clearly feared I’d discover his unspeakable secrets.

As she was thinking, Ye Xin suddenly felt the ground tremble! Not good! It was starting!

This time, the Tiger King dared not approach the Firecloud Qilin. Its body could already sense the creature’s immense heat. Unable to get close, he would have to attack with battle energy. At that thought, the Tiger King unleashed five streams of golden energy—three above, two below—striking at the Firecloud Qilin.

"From start to finish, I have only used four fingers of my left hand. Now, I shall use the fifth," said the middle-aged man. Kuasan still didn’t fully grasp what "Emperor" was supposed to mean; in that primordial, untamed world, there were no emperors yet.

"Nothing, really. It just came up in conversation," An Mo replied with a smile and a shake of her head.

The evidence lay in how, after Jian Jingni announced the engagement, the Chen family head did not deny it, nor did he publicly affirm Chen Ting’s declaration of love for Xue Yao.

But the middle-aged man had no clue. He wore a bespoke suit, a limited-edition Piaget on his wrist, appearing to be in his forties.

After picking up his guest, Tang Qixie drove him straight from the airport to a western restaurant for dinner.

"I’ll come with you," Helian Chen Yan said, bored. He hadn’t intended to come, but since Bai Qianchi would be there, he’d specially taken time off.

If things went this way, he should be able to escape successfully, right? Moreover, officers from the Six Doors had already arrived nearby. If he didn’t leave now, escape would become much more difficult.

The azure pill swiftly transformed; within seconds, what was once a loose sphere of runic patterns became a solid, unified golden pill, its color shifting from deep emerald to a radiant gold.

She understood well—when it came to her child, a mother would always be cautious. Rationally, her elder sister trusted Master Suchen more, but she herself was using the bond of sisterhood to pressure her.

Lu Jiu still found Guan Yang’s perspective bizarre, but was grateful that he supported not having children and opposed adoption—at least there was that.

Since he didn’t believe it, Zhuang Wangu had to prove it. With a flick of his hand, he produced his bow—bow without arrow, drawn and released. This new technique he had developed, firing energy as if it were an arrow, made the destructive force even sharper and more terrifying.

The three of them looked up in disbelief at the child before them; it was hard to fathom such words could come from an eight-year-old.

No one had anticipated such a sudden turn. Even Li Song, Old Lord Jun, and the others thought that, if Wu Thirteen intended to fight, he would at least wait until the contest between Xuanmu Island and the demon clan was decided, to reap the benefits as a bystander. For a moment, no one could react in time.

But it wasn’t long before Zhu Gaosheng, just as he was about to sleep, again heard the sound of the door.

The young man, just getting to his feet, saw the armed police apprehending Zhao Zhengce. He was about to rush over in retaliation, but upon hearing this voice, he immediately fell still, not daring to move.

Without using the Equilibrium Technique, Ning Yao’s physical strength was at ninety apertures—thirty short of her opponent.