Did Substitute No. 51 play today?

The crux of the matter lay in the fact that they had yet to locate the core weapon. Without it, they had lost the leverage necessary to negotiate with the Northern faction of the League of Espers.

Lian’s face turned ashen at her words, her lips trembling as rage and anguish seemed to consume her entire being.

“Then what’s the story with this gun?!” Captain Liu picked up a replica Type 64 on the table, its magazine already empty.

“Could you call Jing Muya for me?” Jiu’er, still dazed, blinked her eyes as her head swayed unsteadily.

And yet, they spoke so eagerly of dividing the spoils—one for you, one for me—such harmony indeed.

Luo Qi knelt beside Ni Rui and gently gathered her upper body in her arms. The cervical spine had been completely severed; had it not been for the flesh that still bound her, Ni Rui’s head would have rolled from her shoulders.

At that moment, Song Bao’er was directing her people to move her belongings out of Sun Xian’s house and load them into a car. It was clear she intended to leave for good.

Master Dongming muttered under his breath, his expression so dark it seemed to drip with water. With a flicker, he rose into the air, darting toward Liu Changsheng and quickly slapped a talisman onto himself.

Those with potential from the incubation chambers were brought to the apartment complex, which served as a gathering point for newborns from every world. Permanent residence could only be secured by venturing into various worlds to gain experience points.

A shrill cry from the giant bird pierced the moment the golden light coalesced, and blue radiance surged all around. The scenery before their eyes shifted instantly.

This tribulation of the Three Teachings required true skill to send others onto the list. Yet the unchangeable fact remained: the New Teaching was the weakest. If Buddhism and Daoism joined forces to send all of the New Teaching’s followers onto the list, the Jade Emperor’s plans would fail.

Within the Eight Trigrams Furnace, every blade of grass and leaf was exceptionally resilient. At this moment, mountains and rivers could be destroyed with ease, a testament to its power.

Yan Mumu feigned a pitiful look, her round eyes blinking as she clung to Jian Mofan’s arm, giggling with delight.

That stabbing pain returned, but having braced herself for it, she found this time it was far less unbearable.

A large group of Earth Shinobi stood dumbfounded, unable to believe the scene unfolding before their eyes.

“No wonder you’re called the strongest in Mingshui—Lan Zhi Shui. I’ve heard tales of you, and now, having met by chance today, why not share a drink after the match?” Emperor Ming Xue squinted at Lan Zhi Shui and laughed heartily as he proposed.

Now, beneath this underground mausoleum, there was actually a vein of the original stone. This discovery puzzled Tang Zhong even more.

To run a restaurant in such a place, one must possess true skill; otherwise, they’d have closed their doors long ago. Even if he was confident in his own abilities, he dared not show the slightest disrespect to the manager.

Some, like Hyuga Aida, retired upon completing their terms; others, like Kakashi when he left the Anbu, had high-ranking figures such as the Third Hokage to vouch for them.

Hearing the voice, Li Zhishi finally turned to look, straightened, and cupped his hands. Just as everyone assumed he would give Xiang Liang a way out, he uttered a light, casual remark that left all present visibly shaken.

For today’s confession, Sun Ming had even specially sought out a Korean language teacher.

Chun Yuyi gestured for me to extend my hand, all the while unabashedly scrutinizing my face beneath the veil. I hesitated, but Nan Chengyao’s reassuring touch on my shoulder made it impossible to refuse, so I held out my right wrist.

Wishes were beautiful, but reality was cruel. Other than watching oneself slip away, there was no better alternative.

“Sis, you’re really annoying. I can’t imagine what my brother-in-law sees in you…” Lin Kejia said calmly, spitting out a bone.

The video dropped in the parking lot; sure enough, Wei Liang had driven away. Yet she’d headed not toward home but down a highway in the opposite direction.

Becky and Anthony, having completed their incantations, wasted no time. They turned and dove into the black hole, vanishing instantly.

Situ Jian felt he’d been toyed with—fooled once before by this fellow, and now, once again, he found himself outwitted.

Given the current situation, they couldn’t refuse to donate, especially with so many others contributing. If any among them withheld, they risked being torn apart online by those who thrived on moral coercion.

Just now, the tea served in the pavilion had been laced with a most convenient poison for travel and murder—colorless, tasteless, highly soluble. Anyone who drank it would quickly fall into a stupor, left at the mercy of others.

Fu Zichen had never stayed at the Tang family mansion, so none of his clothes were in the laundry. Yet for some reason, Tang Luoran had stored men’s clothing in her wardrobe—and they happened to fit Fu Zichen perfectly.

“Luoran, you’re a doctor. Can you tell me if there’s any difference in this report?” Duan Lan asked.

She used to dress meticulously whenever she went out, but even when she did not, her beauty was such that he could not look away.

“Son, where are you going?” Lan Jinqin’s face changed at the sound, and she looked anxiously at Nangong Yaoling.

Everyone fears death, even she, who long ago lost all will to live and survived only on the fuel of her vengeance.

She wondered to herself: if Concubine Ling truly became Empress, would the Empress Dowager finally give up her struggle and wholeheartedly support the new Empress, hoping to secure a good reputation for the rest of her life?

Hua Yingchun sighed, a look of grievance clouding her delicate face. Yet as she leaned forward in sorrow, the fair curve of her chest appeared before Lin Xiaotian’s eyes at precisely the right moment.

Seeing Lin Muchen approaching with several police officers, Li Hai was taken aback—were they really here to make an arrest? He shot a glance at Seadog, who understood at once and sped off in the car.

These two ancient martial artists of the Bai family were formidable, yet their speed was no match for Lin Xiaotian’s.

Cheng Qian was even more pleased. The man had already picked himself off the ground and shamelessly squeezed over to review the medical records, showing concern for Zhao Shirong. Li Hai didn’t care for his antics, but since this was Zhao Shirong’s hospital room, he could only look the other way.

And so she stayed at home, until one night, a close friend called to say someone they both knew had been in a car accident and was now in the emergency room—could she come help? Her parents were out of town for work and currently rushing back.

But their prayers brought no fortune. Aside from a handful of Celestial Realm masters who barely survived the explosion and shockwave, nearly all the weaker Holy Spirits were obliterated in the blast.