Knocked unconscious and carried away on the shoulder.

There are fifteen minutes left until the mission countdown ends.
Going up from here would take seven minutes—no, Li Xiaoxiao did not want to risk waiting.
With a mere thought from her, the experimental bench in front of Xia Qihua vanished into thin air.
Xia Qihua had been leaning forward with both hands braced against the edge of the workbench, peering closely at the test tubes, when in the very next second, the tubes and the table disappeared entirely.
Deprived of the support beneath his hands, Xia Qihua pitched forward and tumbled straight to the ground in an ungraceful sprawling mess.

Seeing Dongfang Hongdou trembling with rage, Xiao Lang grew furious as well. A young lady was celebrating her birthday, and you bunch of pests just wouldn't know when to quit?
This was not the Chaotic Star Sea; the martial artists and pirates wandering about this region were generally not powerful. Furthermore, the territories here basically belonged to powerful families of the Divine Realm, and even if there were formidable pirates, they would have long since been wiped out.

Gu Kai also boarded the train at Portsmouth to rendezvous with the delegation. He intended to give a detailed briefing on the situation in New York to the delegation while on the train and discuss countermeasures.

Emperor Xian had once decreed that no one in Emperor Xian's City was permitted to resort to violence, or regardless of who they were, he would personally execute them. The words of a Supreme Heavenly Emperor might not always be reliable, but the reason the Exotic Treasure Trading Convention could become the premier treasure trading fair in the world was entirely due to Emperor Xian's declaration. Xiao Lang believed that Emperor Xian would not destroy it so lightly.

Everyone felt as though they were just sitting around waiting to die. This sensation was the most excruciating of all, akin to being frogs boiled slowly in warm water—a true form of torture.

Anna was overjoyed to receive so many rare and precious goods, and she repeatedly urged Huang Yan and his companions to stay for a meal, but they declined. Huang Yan's time was extremely tight right now. Whether it was familiarizing himself with his newly comprehended domain or preparing to specialize in fire battle-aura, both required a vast amount of time. Naturally, all unnecessary social engagements had to be brushed aside.

They felt that since Yang Chen was not a member of the North Mountain Main City, no matter how outstanding his performance was, it had nothing to do with them, so the North Mountain Main City would naturally target him. They even claimed that Yang Chen had only reached this modest level and that the North Mountain Main City had seen no shortage of such geniuses in past generations.

The Medicine King swept a cold glance over them, and Instructor Qi immediately and fearfully recounted the entire sequence of events. Naturally, he omitted the part where they didn't even dare to make a move when Liu Ya was being bullied, instead focusing entirely on painting Young Master Huofeng in a bad light.

"What are we waiting for? Let's go out, eat, drink, and have some fun. What can he possibly do to us?" Wei Jun urged, trying to egg them on.

Although Yang Zhen understood practically nothing of what was being said, he could still imagine that this must be an utterly magical experience. How truly unfortunate that he hadn't been able to witness it with his own eyes.

Facts proved that I had been wrong. The moment I stepped into the dressing room, I encountered an endangered species, and there was more than one.

Ma Mingsui intensely disliked people calling him an upstart, but firstly, it was the truth, and secondly, he had just offended someone he couldn't afford to cross, so he didn't dare to act too presumptuously.

The Astral Realm existed directly above the mortal realm, acting like an impenetrable barrier that firmly blocked the sky of the mortal realm. Starlight filtered down through that amber-like barrier to illuminate the day and night of the mortal realm below as boundary light.

Thinking back to those abandoned juice factories where the threads of fate were broken and intertwined, perhaps back in the earliest days, the Mountain God Temple truly possessed the power to grant wishes and protect the local commoners. Yet, as society developed, human desires increasingly violated the original principle of cause and effect, and all sorts of evil affinities and curses were born from it.

The fact that this Lanny could come to Skar City and scatter vast sums of money to completely take control of the magical potion industry indirectly proved that he undoubtedly possessed a formidable background behind him. Lacking precise information, these wealthy financiers could only temporarily assume that the forces backing Lanny were extremely powerful.

However, this fellow was quite something else; ever since the previous sect master's tenure, he had kept the sect sealed off and closed to the outside world, only venturing out every decade to recruit disciples—and even then, doing so in a secretive manner.

"Go touch up your makeup, calm your emotions, and get back to work." Wang Jingjing could only suppress the matter for the time being. As for whether she would stay or leave in the future, she would have to give it serious thought. She was a businesswoman, not a philanthropist.

Lin Huan glared at her with even greater dissatisfaction, gritting his teeth. Back in school, whenever anyone bullied the boss, he would simply hurl insults right back or throw a punch, but in the current setting, doing something like that really wasn't appropriate. Lin Huan was pondering whether he should just curse out this department manager or wait until the discussion concluded and fire her right away upon his return.

This Ghost Dread was also one of the people hunting me down. However, with Old Master Huang's disguise technique on me, he shouldn't be able to see through it, right?

Watching the terror plastered across everyone's faces while hot blood continued to gurgle from Liang Ziqi's mouth, Wu Gang finally confirmed that what he had "seen" just moments ago was not a dream, but a transpired reality.

Xiaomin, do not keep compounding your mistakes. It is still not too late to turn back. If you continue down this erroneous path, the day will come when you will regret it beyond redemption.

Immediately afterward, the Witch Doctor summoned all the Azure Dragon Gang members belonging to the Snake Hall, and instructed Liu Qingyong to find Ma Yongjun. Together with Ma Yongjun, they issued an Azure Dragon Gang pursuit order, swearing to capture Chen Feng and the other four alive, and then employ every conceivable method to make their lives worse than death.

Danger—extreme danger. Liu Qinglong, who had just been making solemn oaths to the heavens, had his guard and vigilance against Chen Feng drop to the absolute lowest ebb at this very moment. Suddenly, his heart gave a jolt, and a sense of impending doom swiftly flooded his entire being.

"..." Ye Yaohua was left speechless. When he thought about how accurate Wang Nuo's analytical reports always were, yet she preferred to "slack off" on the sell-side, a sudden sense of admiration welled up within him.

"It's fine. The mess I stirred up myself, I'll clean up myself." I sat down in front of the vanity mirror, undid my hair, and began slowly combing it with a sandalwood comb.

The divine medicine was exceptionally shrewd, blinking its large, clear black-and-white eyes. Its gaze landed on Yang Tian, carrying a deep layer of wariness in the depths of its eyes.

Sometimes, a slowdown in the pace of development isn't due to an inability to maintain the speed, but rather because a crucial choice must be made. Some Grand Elders serve for only a single term and then step down under the shadow of mixed evaluations, yet insiders are well aware that it was precisely during *that* term that the foundational groundwork for later development was laid.

This explained why Duan Yu, from his appearance until now, had never managed to discern the true identities of Long Tian and the others.

Yang Tian and his Chaotic Avatar trembled incessantly, sharp sonic booms of spatial vibration ringing out through the air. Countless afterimages of arms rising and falling filled the void.

This fellow not only had a familiar voice, but his back was also very familiar. Hearing me and Panda open the door, he turned his head around and looked at us in astonishment.