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However, Jun He had no intention of taking her life. With a sideways hook of his sword, he precisely struck Yan Hong's wrist. Yan Hong loosened her grip, and Jun He instantly freed himself from that bizarre weapon. Turning around and sweeping with his sword, he forced the surrounding enemies to retreat in a flurry.

Gu Lin calculated that yesterday, a hundred sovereign-level demon kings had invaded the Hundred Lianyung Peaks, and more than half were killed or injured. That meant around forty remained. With ten sovereign-level demon kings right before his eyes, there must be another thirty lurking in the mountains, eyeing them hungrily.

Turning to look at Feng Qishan, he appeared completely unaffected. Xiao Yan had clearly sensed that the moment Feng Qishan swallowed Ji Kuang whole, Ji Kuang's soul self-detonation had already been triggered. Yet Feng Qishan merely let out a burp, effectively eating away a full-blown self-detonation.

Putting aside the fact that both of them were tall and imposing, just the sheer aura radiating from their bodies was enough to force anyone in a crowd back by three paces. If Old Liu were here right now, he would surely identify the imposing presence around Song Duanwu and Liu Yunguan as a murderous aura! But if it were Xiang Yu, things would be rather different.

Knowing all too well that staying by the emperor's side is like sleeping with a tiger, he used his inability to manage finances as an excuse to resign from his official post and return to Suzhou, which had already aroused the dissatisfaction of the founding emperor of the Ming dynasty.

Even if a double-tailed banner fish had already been assigned to other members, as long as it hadn't been hunted yet, Lin Na would charge forward without hesitation, shoving the original members aside to handle it herself.

Having a traitor within the team was something nobody wanted to face. The sheer disgust of it chilled Song Duanwu's heart even more than offering enthusiastic courtesy only to receive a cold snub! In other words, regardless of whose identity among his trusted brothers was exposed, Song Duanwu's heart would ache with the exact same agonizing pain.

She never expected that Li Siqin would hold such a high opinion of her behind her back. Even more unexpectedly, from the very first time they met, Li Siqin had already been investigating her, complete with hidden murderous intentions.

Ji Qing had spent the entire night tossing and turning, regretting his rashness which had inadvertently brought about a huge disaster. Not only did he suffer himself and cause Mengzhu worry, but he had also nearly lost his life. Turning the matter over and over in his mind, he felt something was still not quite right.

Ouyang Lian smiled faintly and pulled Mu Lingxi into a tight embrace, hoping to soothe her current displeasure. Seeing this, Mu Lingxi could only manage a reluctant, strained smile at the corner of her lips.

Qu Yunrui was only twelve years old back then. Following his second failed attempt at the provincial examination, grief-stricken and furious, he beat up Zhou Qi.

However, everything is subject to comparison. Compared to the neighboring Fisher, the popularity of Morning Light was simply on a completely different level.

"Returning someone to their rightful owner—you want me, Jiang Qiaoer, to send her back to the Gong family? Did I hear that right, Young Master? Hahahaha, are you suddenly overflowing with benevolence, or acting out of selfless love for her completion?" Lin Shuxin's extremely grating laughter came through the other end of the phone.

With a soft murmur of "husband," Ouyang Lian could not help but find it somewhat grating to the ear. Clearly, this was the exact result he had desired, yet it brought him no joy in his heart.

She looked up at Lu Yuan's profile—young, vibrant, and handsome, especially those eyes, simple and clean, as if glowing.

Seeing Old Ma like this, I felt I had to tell him the truth. What would happen if Old Ma ran into danger otherwise?

In her past life, Qiao Ziyou had also aspired to enter the fashion industry and become a clothing designer. However, many of her designs were stolen achievements and plagiarized manuscripts. With the help of hired hands to manufacture the garments, they eventually became her own claimed works.

Yet, thinking of his delicate and fragile stomach, she decided against it. Even tasting terrible was better than ending up in the hospital.

Ever since returning to Europe, Gong Yuichen had tried his best to block out any news regarding Jiang Qiaoer, refusing to let trivial matters like whether she was eating and sleeping on time distract him any longer.

A month later, Sima Shangyi looked at the letter in his hand, leaving Wangsheng beside him deeply puzzled. Why did his master, who should have been overjoyed, furrow his brows even deeper after receiving the letter?

Her beautiful eyes gazed at the Three-leaf Fire Lotus close at hand, Mu Lingxi's heart pounding wildly. This Three-leaf Fire Lotus was crucial to her future achievements after breaking through to the Xiantian realm, and she dared not take it lightly in the slightest.

At this moment, Lin Jiaren was being precisely targeted right between the temples by the long sword of a youth two heads shorter than him.

And now, Liu Zhang's army had arrived tardily, crossing the river southward to reach Xiangyang, probably just showing up to make a cameo. On the other hand, Han Sui and Ma Teng in the northwest launched a fierce offensive targeting the Chang'an region. Cao Hong, Xiahou Yuan, and Jia Xu, who had rushed there not long ago, might very well end up perishing there as well.

Sensing that the atmosphere was somewhat amiss, the Monte Cristo trio simultaneously shifted their gaze toward the center of the explosion. There, a man scorched black all over, with only a faint breath of life remaining, drifted in mid-air, on the verge of death.

Unexpectedly, that fire-cloud snake either bided its time or recognized the formidable strength of Chu Yang's group, choosing to avoid a direct confrontation.

Gunpowder! Situ Chenyi could not help widening his eyes. What was going on? Why was there gunpowder here? Could it be that the sudden collapse of this secret passage was man-made?

Even the most impoverished city harbored wealthy individuals. In times of war, it was the easiest period for black-hearted merchants to make a fortune. By inflating prices and exploiting the poor, they made the impoverished even poorer. The few remaining pennies would vanish in no time, leaving them with nothing to eat except tree roots and grass bark.

From these phenomena, Beidou observed that the people of the Heavenly Alliance seemed to have garnered considerable respect here. The reason remained unknown, but Beidou found it inconvenient to ask at this moment.

Wu Lei's shoulder had been injured during the Asian Cup, but because he continued to play in the tournament afterward, the outside world had always assumed his injury could not be very serious.

He had just thought of a matter—one far more panic-inducing than his current lack of any idea on how to execute a reverse time-travel.

Only now did she finally understand: even if the Snow Country held the Snow Mulberry Flower and possessed the secret art of bringing the dead back to life, so what?

Wu Liqian's mind was currently a tangled mess, and after Zeng Jianzhang expressed his stance, Liu Haojun announced the meeting adjourned.