A matter was recorded in the message regarding this: Peng Xiren, the Fifth Elder of the Spirit Beast Sect, had reached the mid-stage Golden Core realm. Unlike the aged appearance of the other elders, however, he was quite handsome.
The murderous intent in Yun Tianyang's eyes did not diminish as he looked toward his opponent. He saw that the one releasing the aura was a deacon from Xinghe Academy.
Lu Tianyu had witnessed the wonders of this world, but he had also witnessed its darkness. For as soon as the students arrived in the classroom, the academy forced them to sign a nondisclosure agreement: no one was permitted to disclose the slightest bit of information regarding this incident.
The stone cutting began. With so many people present, there were naturally professional stone-cutting masters. To ensure the fairness and impartiality of the competition, the stone was not cut through in a single slice; instead, it was slowly rubbed away, ensuring that the jade core within would not be damaged.
"Do as you see fit," Su Wanqin said, looking up at the sky, where Lu Tianyu and Hua Liansuo were still locked in an ongoing game of pursuit and counter-pursuit.
Even though Lin Xiyue had said from the beginning that whoever could mobilize the guards before the palace had to be one of the three Hall Elders.
Suddenly, the numbers on a distant plaque caught his eye, bringing a peculiar expression to his face.
The words left Elton red-faced and speechless; every single word from his father struck right at his heart.
One had to know that even Supreme-level beings could only barely extend their perception a li away; anything further would become extremely blurred.
Yet now, without exception, they had all become her subordinates. Moreover, even setting aside everything else, the help this team provided Bing Xin was something Wang Haoliang could never offer.
Wen Tingyun closed his eyes. "He didn't know the whole story either. He only hoped Nan Yan wouldn't blame you, so he tried to clear you of any involvement. He never expected it would backfire. The only fortunate thing is that before Nan Yan fainted, she didn't reveal anything."
The Chinese police were unlike the police in other countries; every one of them was a well-trained elite capable of taking on ten men.
Then again, each of the concubines married to the Ninth Princess had their own tragic tale; no doubt the game designers had dug through no shortage of tropes to assemble all this melodrama.
Stopping his hands, he closed his eyes and ran through the information he had just obtained once more, organizing and categorizing it in the unique manner of a future secret agent. After this process, he finally had a general understanding of the complex web of factions across the entire metropolitan area.
Xia Ge looked around thirty years old, wearing a bomber jacket embroidered with gold sequins over shiny knee-length shorts paired with leggings underneath. The entire ensemble was playful yet very cool and stylish, exuding a distinct hip-hop flair.
Even setting aside other factors, the mere fact that it could stand against the Eight Eyes organization without falling into a disadvantage was already quite an extraordinary feat.
The horse that had fallen to its death and the people on the carriage were like weeds growing in the lowest depths of a mountain ravine; whether they existed or not did not matter. Perhaps someone might remember them, but trying to find any trace of them would be harder than ascending to heaven.
"Um, senior brothers..." The leading Law Enforcement Hall disciple looked at both sides, a conflicted look on his face.
"Old Zheng!" Murong Zhi clenched his fists, his breathing turning rapid and intensely anxious, while Murong Nan behind him was flushed red, having long since been struck utterly speechless.
Therefore, this time, King Qinguang was extraordinarily decisive; when Zhang Shanyuan asked to go up, he refused without a second thought.
These methods were truly steady, ruthless, and precise, carried out with swift and vigorous efficiency. His aggressive posture immediately struck terror into those who had previously harbored thoughts of watching the joke, leaving them terrified and not daring to make fun of Chai Dong ever again.
Mu Li had thought highly of him and wanted to recruit him into the Red Dust Cult, but through a twist of fate, he had been a step too late; the Red Dust Cult had clashed with him, and four of their people had been killed by his hand.
His meaning could not have been clearer: the dead belonged to the Jiuhua Sect and had nothing to do with treasure-seeking adventurers like them. Far from caring who had wiped out the Jiuhua Sect stronghold, they were far more concerned with how Wang Gufan would make good on his promise to provide information.
Those who had earlier talked about dealing with King Qinguang and Zhang Shanyuan saw that Sun Wukong's temper was still as fiery as ever, and they kept their mouths shut now.
Looking toward that fissure, one would have expected something like lava, but surprisingly, inside lay a long flight of stairs.
At this moment, he was merely one ten-thousandth of the true Blood Demon Ancestor's primordial spirit, so naturally he possessed no memories of his previous life.
Clearly, although these floating shares held no voting rights, they would always take a portion of the dividends! This was naturally disadvantageous to his future returns. Thus, on this point, he certainly harbored some resentment.
Now, before the great tribulation had even reached its peak, a True Lord had already succumbed to the calamity. To survive the great tribulation, his current strength was somewhat lacking; to remain unscathed, one would inevitably need the power of a Golden Immortal.
Seeing this series of actions, and taking into account that fellow hiding in the shadows all along, he became all the more certain that this place was far less simple than imagined. He could not help but feel that this cavern was even more profound, carrying an added aura of mystery.
As she spoke, under the astonished gazes of the crowd, Lisa smugly twitched her eyebrows—incidentally, her eyebrows were very long, just like those of the Demon King.
Sun Wukong, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, was a shared idol across generations, a superhero household-name throughout Xia and even the world.
"I really don't know what Teacher did after that—however, I have always believed that Teacher was merely venting due to nervous tension. It was my responsibility for not helping Teacher relieve his emotions in time," Saeko Busujima said afterward.
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