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Stepping out of the car, Lin Feiyang was stunned. The leader was none other than the burly man who had come to his camp to pay "protection fees" just a few days ago.

Time ticked away, second by second. Zhao Qing’s eyelids grew heavy. She pinched herself to stay awake, but eventually, even that failed. Her head tilted, and she fell asleep on the bed.

"Young Master, the portal to the Light and Dark Battlefield is inside the branch alliance. You can wait here, but could you please pay the fee first?" the man asked nervously.

Lai Yanfang found Liu Shuai somewhat ridiculous. She assumed he was just a poser pretending to be rich; his true identity was likely a con man looking to swindle people out of money and affection. The luxury cars he posted on his social media were surely Photoshopped.

An inexplicable rage flared within Ling Yu. Just then, he heard the sound of slippers approaching from Leng Qingyu’s room.

"Trespassing in this manor—death!" Ninety-nine voices filled with murderous intent echoed throughout the entire estate.

She realized that for Lin Yi, this masterpiece of the Eightfold Painting Realm was not even worth mentioning; he truly did not care about it at all.

"Break up? In your dreams. Over the past few years, I’ve spent at least eight hundred thousand to a million on you. You want to break up? Fine, but the breakup fee is one million. Do you have it?" Lu Peng sneered.

She took off her mask, revealing a pair of alluring, charming peach-blossom eyes, a fair face, and sexy red lips, while her figure became full and captivating.

Li Wu wore a slim-fitting, slit long dress today, which outlined her eye-catching, voluptuous figure and seductive curves.

"Try to be low-key during the interview later. I’ve been in the spotlight a bit too much recently," Li Mu couldn't help but advise.

Because of his family’s cultivation techniques, this man was arrogant, eccentric, and bloodthirsty, viewing commoners as mere grass. Yet, as a general, he was never lacking in coolness and strategic planning.

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Slowly, however, it saw others training hard, panting with exhaustion, while it lay comfortably and quietly in the arms of its beast tamer. At that moment, a sudden sense of happiness welled up in its heart.

This time, after the bubble fish was poured into the pool, it did not rise to counterattack as before. Instead, it leaped onto the shore, flopped around twice, scrambled into the adjacent pool, and sank to the bottom, vanishing from sight.

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"Quit? That would be the death of me! How could I possibly quit?" Ma Hongjun said firmly.

Upon hearing this, Zheng Wei finally understood the reason for Huo Huan’s rage. He felt secretly annoyed but said nothing more, covering his face as he retreated, with the disciple surnamed Lin hurrying to follow.

At noon, the weather was exceptionally hot. To prevent the fuel tank from overheating and because the crew needed rest, everyone halted for a midday break.

Teng Hou’s original anger was laughed away by these people. He was slightly confused, but the way they pointed their fingers at him while laughing uproariously was clear enough for anyone not entirely foolish to see.

Only when he touched the stone gate could he perceive the intense heat it radiated. He estimated the gate to be at least a meter thick, so its weight was unimaginable; opening it would certainly be no easy task.

Everything was caused by her. She shouldn't have trusted Ling Moxiang; she shouldn't have believed that she understood the true kindness and beauty of the world.

However, Le Bing was very satisfied now. Thinking back to when she had just transmigrated and didn't dare to fight Shangguan Chen head-on, she could now defeat him. If not for this spatial bowl, she didn't know how many more years she would have had to struggle.

"Third Brother, keep these two hundred taels of silver with you for now. Use it for whatever expenses arise. Handle the affairs inside and outside the manor for now; later, there will be business matters to manage as well," Zhu Da said straightforwardly, setting down the gleaming silver before he even finished speaking.

Dragon Spring Cave is located in the Kunlun Mountains, or more accurately, at the foot of the Kunlun Mountains. Therefore, there is no need to enter the mountains or climb to the summit to steal the Ancestral Dragon’s physical body.

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However, unless the situation is extreme, people still value reason. Many in the blacksmith shop saw that they had accepted the silver—and even extra payment—at the time. They were happy to take the money, but now saying they won't do business? There is no such rule in the world; no matter where you go to judge it, the blacksmith shop is in the wrong.

The next moment, the two met in mid-air, and a violent collision occurred immediately. A clash at the Quasi-Saint level was truly as if heaven and earth were shattering.

"One!" When the first number was called, the young refugees were at a loss. Zhu Da continued counting unhurriedly. By the time he reached "five," nearly twenty people were looking in one direction, including the four Cai brothers. Many in the outer circle also saw who it was.

"What exactly happened? Why is Lady Esdeath acting so impatient?" Ni Wu asked, puzzled.

His timing was exceptionally precise, and the angle and positioning were perfect. With one strike of the pick, he sank half a foot into the bone joint. With a teeth-grinding "creak" of friction, he pried out a segment of the monster's spine.

Cheng Hai saw that the defenses of Gu Chen’s avatar had not collapsed even at this moment. He finally abandoned any lingering sense of wishful thinking.

The man was greatly alarmed. He had naturally heard a little about the deceased He Hongyan. He knew a thing or two about all the powerful figures in this world.

His extremely indifferent face was filled with murderous intent. Standing on the ground in front of him was that terrifying figure, the scythe in his hand acting like a tool for reaping life, swaying back and forth with his breathing.

This was happening right in the midst of the Great Demon’s emergence; heaven knows where Mu Qingyu would send him.

Over twenty poems had been recited on site. Naturally, some were good and some were bad, but the atmosphere was fervent. Since no work had emerged that was powerful enough to crush the others, the contrast wasn't stark, so even the mediocre poems won rounds of applause.