34 Talent

Observing their actions, Shang Yunong merely offered a faint smile, saying nothing, though his gaze scrutinized Han Donglin with keen interest.

Yet, to abandon Ruoyun was something he could not bring himself to do; he could not fathom what had come over him lately.

"Issue the order to the three armies: we rest for the night and set out to attack Anyi at dawn!" Jin Bi’s expression tightened as he gave the command.

Ruoyun thought to herself: I am not certain, but I cannot stand idly by and watch my grandfather and Scholar Feng meet with disaster while I do nothing.

However, for the sake of her and her child’s freedom, and to prevent her child from falling under the absolute control of Ji Nanshen, only to grow up calling Xia Mingyue mother, she had no choice but to take this desperate risk.

The Thracian rhomphaia is a recurved great sword, similar to a sickle, but it is not forged with as pronounced an outward curve; after all, this is a weapon designed not for harvesting wheat, but for taking lives. Thus, it is less like a sickle and more akin to the predatory claw of a wolf.

Upon hearing this, Ziwu did not hesitate and hurried forward to pull Luyao away. Luyao struggled incessantly, but was eventually dragged aside.

Sean received no response from within the laboratory—none of the usual banter, no indignant retorts, and certainly none of the terrified screams he had anticipated.

Wei Wuji—to the various nations of the world, this name was like a sword perpetually suspended above their heads.

Xia Fanxing was truly incensed, but constantly wary of being overheard by those outside, she kept her voice very low.

"Very well. It’s no matter. It’s just a meal. Tomorrow we shall head into town and find a decent restaurant. My treat," Fusheng said.

"Canyue..." Da Wuhui squinted at him. Even with his current cultivation at the Immortal realm, Da Wuhui could not see through Canyue.

"This..." The Divine Physician hesitated for a moment. He was at his wit's end; he had assumed the ten-thousand-year Ganoderma would cure the Princess’s eyes, yet who could have known it would turn out to be worthless.

Seeing Concubine Hong taking a walk in the courtyard, Wang Liancao lifted her chin, swallowed back the tears in her eyes, and strode past her, completely disregarding the woman’s indifferent expression.

If not for the fact that Da Wuhui’s soul power contained the Primordial Spirit of Slaughter, making it far more resilient than that of an average person, he would likely have exhausted his soul energy by now, lying on the ground, barely clinging to life.

Bai Qiu was the most delicate member of the mercenary group; a hundred-meter sprint would be enough to end her, making her a "giant panda" of high-priority protection. Yet, her utility was immense; her rare healing abilities were the lifeline for the team's survival, making her absolutely indispensable.

If that was the case, why was he still guarding himself so closely against Mei Wuhua? Was he afraid she would eat him alive? Besides, even if she wanted to "devour" him, she would be no match for Lin Feng.

The players guarding the Sword Alliance were midway through their swings, ready to deliver the final blow to their enemies, when an arrow suddenly struck, dealing over 400 damage and finishing the target. Watching their "prey" stolen away, they couldn't help but feel a bit dejected.

Naturally, the Young Master of the Nine Heavens cared nothing for this, while Nan Guang was immensely respectful. How could he forget the entity who had seen through him at a single glance, the bane of existence who had once brought nightmare and humiliation to the Sanctuary?

Ten years. Through the cultivation of countless May-grasses and spirit stones, she had ascended from a first-class celestial master to a Spirit Celestial Master. Only upon stepping into this realm did she realize how vast the chasm between the two truly was.

Strangely, the great serpent seemed to understand the meaning behind the flute’s melody; as the music shifted, the serpent began to sway, clearly reacting to the sound.

In a certain courtyard, Wang Xing’s earlier rage had dissipated. Now, his face was pale, a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and a red palm print was clearly visible on his cheek. As his eyes flickered, a trace of fear quietly emerged.

The tree knot was wood-colored and occupied only a third of his palm, with a dark, pupil-like circular area in the center surrounded by a yellowish-white hue, much like the sclera of an eye.

The sudden attention from his peers left everyone in the research office dazed. Even more absurd was that Wang Nuo was mentioned more frequently than the chief analyst, Zhou Minghai.

Lord Tang had gone mad! It was a bizarre kind of madness; he was clutching a desk lamp, wildly chasing after Old Man Shi.

It descended into the human world, its golden eyes locking directly onto the emerald-green branches, deep within which could be seen a trace of chilling murderous intent and apprehension.

Yet Lord Tang remained hesitant. In the end, he was an outsider; in his heart, no matter how good my conditions were, they could never compare to his own biological son, Tang Xiaobo.

A contract to short is one contract, a contract to long is one contract. For every long, there must be a short; those in the industry know that the total open interest in domestic futures exchanges is never an odd number—it is always even, because for every contract bought, someone must have sold one.

Ye Hua frowned slightly, as if deep in thought. He extended his slender fingers to pick up the paper depicting the military tally and squinted at Hua Xuanji.

However, at that very instant, the immense power of the punch and the sword collided and erupted, producing a thunderous roar and sending a terrifying turbulence of energy sweeping across Chu Xun and Zhou Yulong, forcing them both back more than ten meters.

But in the next second, those brilliant sparks formed even more "Angels," continuing to draw the fire of the firebirds.

"Whale Swallowing... could it be that Yao Ting is capable of devouring Ping Feipeng’s Dao Qi!?" This bizarre yet magnificent scene left Leng Shuangrong’s mouth agape, and she could not help but cry out in shock.

The presiding elder was keen of ear and had naturally heard her. Seeing that it was the disciple who had ranked first in the second stage of the assessment, he smiled slightly and nodded at Chen Yu.

The two drifted further and further away from their original topics of "inviting one to join the academy" and the "Stone of Three Lifetimes."

In truth, Qin Feng knew well that Sun Jing’s protection was comprehensive. When the time came, Qin Feng would certainly find a way to protect her, and beyond him, the remaining black market members would naturally prioritize her safety as well.

Tang Xue twisted her body, her breasts bouncing and straining against her clothing, teasing Chen Haoran until his body burned with agitation.

The nights in Guyuan City were long, while the days were short. At eight o'clock the next morning, Qin Yuan watched the morning sun rise from the eastern horizon. The sun leaping out from the churning waters of the Yellow River was like a sunrise at sea, casting rays of brilliant light that brought a touch of warmth to the viewer.

Shi Lei leaned against the transparent glass. A sudden thunderbolt struck, dyeing the scenery outside the window black and white, as a massive palm descended from the heavens, heading straight for Shi Lei’s office.