107 Let's See Who Hasn't Evolved Yet 23

The Infernal King of Fiery Dreams, entangled with the great black dog, was now furious beyond measure. To think he was being held back by a mere dog—a dog—and after such a prolonged battle, he still hadn’t overcome it.

This was the Kobe clan’s method of escape. Under normal circumstances, self-detonating with a serpent’s tail would suffice, but now, Kobe Yejie, in her panic, chose to detonate everything all at once.

Because one day, those bright spots would shine with a tremendous brilliance, illuminating the world for you.

“Are they under control?” I released Zhang Ping and glanced back. Yang Ming was unharmed, his eyes fixed intently on the teaching building.

Most of Qin Ming’s Infernal Wasps were only first-tier, and a direct clash with sword qi would settle the matter immediately.

Above in the sky, Swordless Xiao faced the golden lightning striking towards him. He suddenly halted midair, a smile spreading across his face.

On the throne, the god of thunder and skies—the king of all gods, Zeus—held an expression as unmoving and ancient as a stone well.

According to the conditions given by the sky for Duo’er and the girl to awaken, although Qiu Si did not know what the Tianshan Mountains looked like, what would the catastrophic scene be like if the snow on the endless mountain ranges melted, causing a man-made disaster?

This move forced back the other three bodyguards, yet Shi Lei did not disrupt their blocking formation.

As an outsider, Li Xiuyuan felt it was improper to interfere in such matters. He quietly funded the village’s respected elders to arrange the funeral.

Suddenly, a white robe descended from the sky, draping itself over her bare shoulders and covering most of her body.

She had just turned around, preparing to return to the Gray Mist Castle, when she suddenly felt a heavy pressure on her head. A large hand pressed down on her skull—Headless Knight Lancelot had appeared behind her without warning.

Wang Shuo smiled and shook his head, perhaps their goals were different. He only wished to cultivate and find a way back. Besides, as someone in need of help, anger was not an emotion he allowed himself.

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“Is this sheepskin?” I leaned in to examine the leather carefully. It was unlike ordinary sheepskin or cowhide, its texture remarkably delicate, almost like thickened rice paper.

“You admit it was you who set fire to my military camp yesterday?” Yuan Shao narrowed his eyes, his gaze gleaming with a wolfish light.

“Alright, alright. Now that my father-in-law is safe, everything can be settled,” I said.

“Let’s put work aside for now, Sister Si. Want to come to my studio? Get familiar with it,” Su Yue suggested. Staying in the café wasn’t a solution. Now that matters were resolved, Su Yue didn’t wish to linger, especially with so much on her plate.

Each bullet’s power was incomparable to before; every shot exploded after firing.

Tang Yongyi glanced at Grandma Tang and the others. Having made his point, he said no more and turned away.

As he spoke, others stepped forward to bind the surviving monks, while healers moved in to keep them from dying immediately.

Upon learning of his absence, the outcome was predictable—this was a mission destined for success.

Mu Qingge listened nearby, inwardly scoffing at the inconsistency of Ye Hexuan’s words and actions.

Ye Hexuan’s joy hadn’t faded before Zhong Lian came to provoke him, making him uncomfortable.

Entering the tunnel and emerging from the passage, a strange swamp world appeared before them, stretching several miles, mud bubbling with black water bubbles everywhere.

But could a steward or an empress dowager’s maid summon so many masked men? It seemed unlikely.

Was Su Qingning truly capable or merely deceiving herself? If the latter, that was best—but if true, her future path would be grim indeed.

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“Damn you!” Seeing a scar-faced man attempt to provoke him, Dujuan lost all patience, taking two rapid steps forward, leaving two bloody footprints, and delivering a fierce slap to the man’s face.

Gu Jixin’s mind fluctuated, his surgical moves purely instinctive. Though he made the enemy retreat step by step, as the saying goes, two fists can’t fight four hands. He was repeatedly caught close by the monsters, bearing scratches and bite marks.

The world above and below seemed to invert. Moments later, he found himself on the ground before a modern villa, lavish and grand.

Jin Cun Miju buried her head in his arms, rubbing back and forth, left and right, stoking the fire of desire within him.

Zheng Ding thought it over and, having no better plan, nodded. After chatting a while longer, everyone went their separate ways.

By February, Li Yu was in class when Zhou Rong’er hurried over, saying Uncle Zhou wanted him to come urgently to discuss something important. Hearing this, Li Yu dared not delay. He arranged for Zhou Hui to lead the key class in review and hastened with Zhou Rong’er to the Zhou residence.

Under Zhou Futai’s watchful gaze, Jiu Zhi and Lian Hua looked as if they had heard the most enchanting celestial music, their faces filled with unparalleled excitement.

After returning to the main city, my mind still reeling from surprise, I had just transformed into white light and flown back when I saw a dozen or so molten lava monkey monsters. So many of them.

“Don’t be anxious. Tonight we dealt a severe blow to that fiend’s spiritual awareness; it won’t be able to personally search again anytime soon. We still have time,” the three-eyed toad reassured.

Yet, Wu Fan’s spiritual sense was powerful. The Mysterious White Lotus Sword Technique of the Mysterious Sect could completely disregard it. Wu Fan’s expression was as calm as an ancient well, astonishing Niu Er, who had never before encountered such a person in the Mysterious Star. Could it be that the Mysterious Sword Technique lacked power?

Moreover, since Zeng Qingkang was just a thug under Abi, he seldom had the chance to meet his boss Chen Tianhao. The voice over the phone sounded different from Chen Tianhao’s usual bold and heroic tone, so Zeng Qingkang never realized he was speaking with his boss’s superior, Chen Tianhao himself.