In the world beyond the heavens, Wei Yuan stood beneath a colossal arched structure, walking up to greet the approaching immortals.
In the center were Yanshi and Zhu Yan, to the left was Old Madame Bao, and to the right was Bai Kaishui. As for Xuanyue, he had fought to mutual injury against Fifth High Mountain in the battle of the Mountain domain and was currently in the Palace of Grand Beginning repairing his immortal body.
Wei Yuan bowed to the immortals, then asked, "Are you growing accustomed to using these immortal body puppets?"
Zhu Yan and Yanshi both nodded slightly, while Bai Kaishui gave his body a twist and—
The four immediately took their orders. Then, I opened the trunk; inside was a wooden box, which held none other than the Chengying Sword, and I took it out.
"Mm, all right, we'll head over right away." From beginning to end, Lei Shaochen did not spare her even a single glance.
"Classmates, regarding this charity donation drive, although the charity association requested to keep a low profile, we still need to take a few photos as mementos. Volunteers from the charity association will be here shortly, so later I'll pick two students to pose for a picture," Zhu Ying said with a smile as she looked at the students below the podium.
Yet in order to keep Ning Baobei and her companions, the madam did not hesitate to offend others, obstinately giving them a private room.
"Indeed, I have yet to congratulate Secretariat Drafter Nie on your betrothal to Princess Tongchang. A daughter of the imperial branch—truly noble and extraordinary!" Seeing him ask so directly, Mu Biwei abandoned her calm demeanor and spoke lukewarmly, clutching tightly in anger the porcelain cup filled with goat milk; no matter how one looked at her, she was fuming.
No matter what, the slaughter had to continue. Li Er and Ma Wei had already dropped all pretenses, leaving no possibility of backing down.
Because Zhang Niujiao's vast army was only a few li away—a distance that could be crossed in an instant—Liu Ke not only refrained from dispatching troops outside the city, but instead bolstered the city's defenses.
Why was it that when she could clearly feel Duan Chengyu loved her and she loved him too, there were always so many mysterious forces pulling them further and further apart?
That afternoon, she disguised herself and slipped out of the Wu manor. The streets were noticeably quieter. Feigning nonchalance, she walked along, asking for directions all the way until she reached the confinement zone.
After analyzing the Core Condensation Pill, Qin Ming picked up an Essence Transformation Pill and continued scanning it with the Astral Spirit.
The sketches on the sticky notes had already stunned Zhuo Ling, but the designs in the art book left him utterly dumbfounded. Nanxi's design did not belong to any existing school of style; it was a brand-new, unconventional, and distinctive style of its own.
She was truly daring. She was still in postpartum confinement, yet she rashly went outside; wasn't she afraid of catching a postpartum illness?
"You made this call prepared with something, so spit it out! If it's personal, I might consider turning it down; if it's official business, I also have every right to refuse!" Qin Ming replied.
Inside the Demon Fort, Mo Litian watched Chen Feng effortlessly slaughter the Nine Nether Dark Demon, and the composure he had maintained just moments ago instantly gave way to panic.
He waved the demon banner, and thirty-three Demon King seals shielded his entire body. Even if this sword strike possessed the power to shatter the heavens, it failed to harm him in the slightest.
Apart from the scarred captain, only the last man besieging Qin Li remained. In his shock, he pulled out a portable nuclear grenade and prepared to yank the pin to detonate himself.
Just as everyone was filled with shock, the dark shadow crashed heavily onto the Isulante staging platform, making the sturdy platform shudder violently and nearly split apart.
Marching at the very front of the procession was a middle-aged man with golden hair. He bore a dignified countenance, a neatly trimmed beard, and an amber gem shaped like a fish scale embedded between his brows. An azure luster subtly flowed within the gemstone, radiating a majestic, deep aura of the sea.
The Martial Guard army spurred their horses westward all the way. Because Nangeng City was itself located on the border, they set out at the crack of dawn, and by the time daylight broke completely, they had already reached the former boundary between Xizhou and Nanzhou.
"How could we not be on time? If we're late, who knows how that bad brother will punish us! Seriously, I hate Brother the most," Liko pouted in discontent.
Having said her piece, Li Lili turned her head away. Xiao Shan smiled faintly, then shamelessly sat down beside her. Beholding the beauty's slender figure, almond eyes, and peach-blossom cheeks, he wore a bright smile and looked at Li Lili without an ounce of shame, saying—
Nangong Yunyao looked at him from a distance, completely baffled and at a total loss. Scratching his head, he copied his posture and crawled his entire body into the moss.
"I don't want to talk with you! Let go! Zheng Chenheng, what are you doing? Bastard, let go..." Zheng Xichen struggled, trying to break free from the man's grip, yet her strength was no match for his at this moment. She could only grind her teeth in resentment as he dragged her toward the nearby parking lot.
Today, Sonia had not put on extravagant clothes, wearing instead a warm orange Lolita dress, which subtracted a touch of haughtiness and added a gentle grace.
He could read between the lines; with Silva's strength, wiping out the bandits alone would pose no problem whatsoever. Why, then, did he insist on dragging him along?
The commoners had been living their lives peacefully, only to be scared into madness and hysteria by the local officials—where could they even turn to seek justice?
Su Su cast one last impatient glance at Mo Ning, who showed not the slightest semblance of a daughter of the Mo family, and then dragged Jian Yu out of the bar.
As the Cloud Order transformed into a beam of white light to teleport the cultivator back to the Yuexing Realm, it vanished without a trace.
"How can that be?!" In the next moment, Lin Fei and the three soul bodies cried out in astonishment at the same time.
Zhou Hang, the newly crowned Finals MVP, was suppressing the Redeem Team in an exceedingly arrogant manner.
Ding Ling was also fraught with tension at this moment, because this battle was the fate that would decide their survival, as well as a test of her leadership. Whether she, Zhao Yu, and so many survivors could live through this depended entirely on this one battle.
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