Volume 1, Chapter 63: Spring Pool Rippling with Moonlight (Part Two)

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There was no sign of the White Dragon Warrior, nor any other trace of human presence, let alone his eleventh disciple and those five or six subordinates.

These units shared a common characteristic: they officially did not exist, and their respective nations would never acknowledge them. Yet, their combat effectiveness was extraordinarily fierce, and they spent day in and day out fighting or preparing for battle. They frequently engaged in cross-border operations and unprovoked warfare, and regardless of whether they won or lost, the state would never admit to such events taking place.

Having finally built up such great momentum, Inter Milan was now somewhat at a loss. It was prime time to chase the score, only for everything to come to such an abrupt halt. With one man down on the pitch, and the opponent being the fierce and greedy Inter Milan, they were now in deep trouble.

"I can't be bothered to argue with a low-IQ old man like you," Huang Zhenxiao sneered softly, looking up at the sky.

The last shred of Guan Shan's struggle collapsed in front of the naked Suyi. With a lewd laugh, ignoring Suyi's resistance, he lunged to embrace her. The innate talent of blood control acted directly upon Suyi, and the skill "Blood Fury" was unleashed, shattering Suyi's resistance completely as Guan Shan dragged her into the room.

Through the detailed explanation provided by Master Liu, Liu Zhennan finally managed to piece together this bizarre tale that sounded so incredible yet, upon closer reflection, made complete sense.

Suddenly, thrown off balance and with its right leg kicked clean off, this Lightning Strike Gundam—which had been desperately struggling under a courageous assault—crashed uselessly to the ground.

"But he is my senior schoolmate, and he has always cared for me. Can't you just do this as a favor to me?" Ji Ran pleaded once more.

"Cease fire! Dig it out and let's see what on earth this thing is!" Seeing that the skull had been shattered and its arms blasted away, I immediately ordered the machine gunners to stop and had the sappers unearth the skull with the blown-up head.

"Everyone has gone away, hasn't they?" Lynn Minmay sat by the tea table on the balcony, looking out at the ocean with a hint of melancholy.

Zolghadu hurriedly ordered someone to summon Zhao Hua and Sude to the council chamber. He donned his armor and helmet himself, then hurried straight to the council chamber.

Agula tugged at Harbala's hand, and Harbala understood his intent, lowering his head to let his father severely reprimand him.

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Even Jinyang had not anticipated that these Celestial Clan members would directly abandon their physical bodies, using laws to take direct control of their vessels. In doing so, they would feel no pain whatsoever, and even their consciousness would be reduced to a single primal urge: endless slaughter, endless destruction.

The Cloud Thunder Beast nodded. Cang Jianli could no longer contain his anxiety. Cang Jianlong had been down beneath the cliff for over ten days with no movement, nor had he released a fiery cloud crane. This was a dangerous signal.

This answer was truly ambiguous. At the very least, Zhang Ye had no idea where dragons passed through, and in terms of legends, the existence of dragons was an absolute mystery. Since no one had ever witnessed concrete evidence of a dragon, rumors were merely passed on by word of mouth.

In the end, Xiong Heran handed the Black Bear Token over to Ancestor Lianyun to distribute, while he himself led the Yunfeng Team to maintain order.

Seeing Lu Yun's signaling glance, Zuo Yao finally relaxed his grip. Lu Yun looked back and saw beads of cold sweat on Lord Zuo Yao's forehead, making him realize that the Core Continent truly held a secret—a secret located right within the future Central Domain.

Using internal Qi to violently force out toxins was akin to scraping bone to heal poison; the agony it brought was, of course, self-evident.

The princess of the Shengti Empire glanced at Chu Ming and Lei Dashan, then nodded and hurried back to her room to pack her belongings.

The contact person was also a synthetic human, but he looked far more like a... human being than his surrounding peers.

Yet, a bitter taste lingered in her heart. If the one who had spoken those words was Murong Che, what kind of feeling would that be?

Many competitors had gathered outside this track. They were athletes from other racing lanes who had finished their events and returned to watch the spectacle. Amidst the buzzing discussions, someone spotted the struggling Mosu in the corner and experienced a sudden epiphany.

"How many years has it been? Finally, finally someone has come!" The old man's expression was incomparably excited, his gaze fixed on Ling Aotian, glittering with a strange light as he muttered to himself.

Mosu couldn't help but take a few steps forward and found that it was indeed as he thought. Every single step was a few centimeters higher than the one before it.

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You just have to think about how Young Hero Yu spent these past seven days pretending to happily play a game that he actually detested entirely—tasting like chewing wax—and even staying up all night every day, to realize just how hard he worked and how much effort he put into halting his updates.

As for the minor flaw in Zhao Xinyan's cultivation technique, her progenitor from the Demon-Consuming Sect, acting as her master, had a profound headache over it. Having lived for so long, she had never encountered such a technique before, and thus she could find no solution.

He looked so deadpan that this felt more like the evening news rather than a late-night comedy talk show.

Just as Chu Song was accepting a quest over here, the three trespassers on the other side were not idle either, engaging in dialogue with these NPCs. Lin Zhongying even unexpectedly received a quest from Bloody Rose to assassinate the Crimson Inquisitor Fierce, while the others couldn't trigger it at all—who knew if some special condition had been met.

Without needing to use one's brain, one could easily guess what Mosu would do if he slipped out. How should one put it... Aside from Wen Xiang, who knew him inside and out, everyone else felt this was practically courting death—it was utterly Mosu-esque.

Rong Zhi shook his head leisurely and said, "If it wasn't me, then it wouldn't be." Much of the pressure and frustration Huan Yuan felt stemmed from the fact that had it not been him, Huan Yuan would not have experienced such severe oppression. Furthermore, Mo Xiang was dispatched as Huan Yuan's subordinate to obey Huan Yuan's orders entirely, which would only lessen Huan Yuan's burden rather than cause him any difficulty.

Yue Jiefei stopped in his tracks and glanced at Chu Yu, meaning that everything would be up to Chu Yu's command. After a moment of thought, Chu Yu still decided to let Yue Jiefei stay.

A dozen days were about to flash by in the blink of an eye. The two maidens, Hongxiu, had already decided on the people they wished to keep, simply waiting for the slave trader to return.

The eunuch leading the way understood tacitly and remained silent—the Prince Consort held immense favor before the Emperor. In such informal occasions, when the Emperor summoned the Prince Consort, entering the imperial garden was as casual for him as stepping into his own quiet courtyard. This was a rare encounter between monarch and subject, a bond that no one else possessed.

"Alright, I tested that Qi Yanwu; his lips are tightly sealed, and nothing could be wrung out of him!" Niu Da grinned foolishly.

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