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Just as the standoff persisted, faint tremors arose behind them, as though something was emerging from the earth.

He was even considering, once he finished dealing with the farm and the branch of the Immortal Hospital, to personally visit the Northern Emperor Sect’s headquarters, and perhaps investigate the mysterious force behind them.

At the last moment, Dao Third Master’s teacher entrusted him with all the knowledge and possessions of the Mountain-moving Daoist, including the Ring of the Moon Eye and the hiding place of the Elixir of Immortality.

“You see, after just one collaboration, we’ve achieved such results. That’s much better than you fighting alone, isn’t it?” Wu Yi withdrew his Fiery Primordial Force, reiterating his original intention.

Had this happened to any other minister, even someone as powerful as Wu Sansi, a slow and painful execution would have been the lightest punishment.

After this ordeal, Li Ya and the others grew weary of the British; now that the British had quieted down, they would have at least several years to develop.

How could Old Hu let such a good opportunity slip by? Sword in hand, he thrust forward, intending to force this fellow, just as he had the previous man, into the trap and let the pit claim the monster’s life.

A brother rushed up, swinging his club at Hao Jin’s head. Hao Jin shoved Guan Ju aside, sprang up, spun around, and landed a clean, swift kick to the brother’s chest.

With a crisp “thud,” Li Dongsheng’s fist smashed against the stone, but the result he’d imagined—a shattered rock—did not occur. The gray stone remained stubbornly intact.

Fire Child narrowed his eyes and charged out, landing in front of a sixth-ranked alchemist. He flicked away the pill in front of the man and extinguished his alchemist’s flame.

The faint glow brought some comfort to Ji Si’an. She clung to the streetlamp and finally broke down in tears. She didn’t know how long she wept, but when she finally calmed down, a red-and-blue flashing police car stopped before her.

Xiao Bohan told a lie, giving Yu Shufeng a fabricated reason, so she wouldn’t worry or feel guilty about the matter.

But if your goal was simply to keep an object motionless, then you’ve accomplished it—this is the principle of counteraction.

After the destruction of the Land of Whirlpools, a few civilians survived on the island, but these two hunted them down and killed them all not long ago.

Tang’s mother showed Tang Late Autumn no mercy; she didn’t want to see her for even a minute, and made her dislike abundantly clear.

At eight o’clock, a Toyota van arrived at the Han River Pharmaceutical Factory. It brought Xiao Dacheng, Li Jun, and five strategic investors to a meeting room at the municipal guesthouse, which was already filled with representatives from domestic companies bidding on the project. Even Zhengda Pharmaceuticals and Harbin Pharmaceutical Group had sent people.

At the machinery plant, only their workshop was working overtime; the others had all gone home to rest.

A warm coat was draped over her shoulders. Ji Si’an looked up, her cheeks and nose flushed red from the cold.

Ding Qirui smiled unhurriedly and invited Wang Shicong to speak frankly, assuring him there was no need for formality in his presence.

This formation required only three people to unleash great power—enough to contend even with an opponent three levels higher.

“Of course! Do you know who I am?” The Ice Demon Bird, now a fifth-level beast, was in excellent spirits after feasting on the spiritual herbs.

Ling Jiantong hid in the grass, watching the two duel with sword and spell. The longer she watched, the more dazzling it became, and the spectacle made her forget her intention to leave the forest.

He knew the prior inspection was to check for cheating, but he still didn’t understand—weren’t they afraid the students might find other ways to cheat?

“If the princess has made herself so clear, I have nothing more to say. If you take away both my right and left hand, when I reach the Hall of Remembrance, I’ll simply have to select new talents.” Mo Mo felt a bit oppressed but also secretly admired Zhuo Yi’s methods.

Li Meijia’s words were like a depth charge thrown into an already unsettled lake, instantly exploding the surface into tumultuous waves.

Xi Zhan grasped Rong Lang’s head, smiling with his eyes as he kissed the other’s lips fiercely, entangling and sucking his tongue until Rong Lang’s face was flushed red before finally letting go.

Ruyi grew increasingly certain she recognized the back before her. As she approached, she heard a familiar voice and, startled, laid her hand on the youth’s shoulder. He turned, and the tight frown and cold gaze on his face gradually softened at the sight of her.

Today, Lin Zhenghao’s behavior was exceedingly strange. Han Yimei was deeply puzzled and eager to know the reasons behind it. But remembering Wen Shidao’s warning not to alert the enemy, she hesitated, for Lin Zhenghao’s crisis could become unmanageable.

“You look quite good in these clothes,” Situ Qianchen suddenly remarked. Ling Jiantong was about to reply modestly when the next words made her eyes widen in alarm.

In an instant, the ground cracked open with a harsh snap. A chill wind, as sharp as blades, swirled behind her, buzzing and scraping, sending up dazzling sparks that struck fear into all who witnessed it.

After giving instructions to the local overlords, Bai Yuling led Long Qingyu and the others out of this realm.

Zhu Mian, seeing Shen Qian muttering and cursing, turned to Tang Ning and continued, “Then Aunt Wang came out to take us away, threatening the bandits that she’d already reported them and the authorities were on their way.”

Having already discovered a genius, Ling Zhoutian had lost interest in lingering. With a single room barrier, he vanished with his party into the deeper part of the gully.

Then news came that the Holy Doctrine United Kingdom was unaffected by the mist. Immediately, some people changed direction, heading toward the Holy Doctrine.

As they waited, Zhang Meng, curious about the origins of this eerie mass grave, couldn’t resist asking the man beside her.

A powerful wave of black energy, rippling like water, surged forward like magic roaming the void, easily breaking through the spider silk barrier and slamming into a blue, leader-class Orak.

Thousands of miles away, Bai Yuling watched Ming Gu in secret and thought calmly, “Now is not the time to fight.”

His family in Tokyo urged him to marry and continue the Gao lineage; his younger brother already had two children.