Today, the little substitute is taking the field as well.

The mobilization of the entire cult is bound to implicate the Domain of the Sinful God, and the true mastermind lurking behind these cults will finally emerge. Prometheus... No, the peace that has lasted for thousands of years across the universe will be shattered. Especially for Wang Shu, having just broken through to the realm of Laws, if he does not resolve the karmic entanglements between the two sides now, he will be the one to suffer when the time comes.

Although he was certain that the incantation was indeed a line from the second tier of the Thousand Thoughts Soul Incantation, he still needed to confirm whether the soul secret art practiced by Qi Meng was truly the Thousand Thoughts Soul Incantation.

He made his way toward the rear hall, passing by a dazzling array of dishes filling the air with tantalizing aromas that stirred the appetite.

Edward could absolutely not accept this price, but tonight he did not wish to argue further. He could tell that Long Yu held a considerable psychological advantage and needed to be tempered a bit more.

The moment the power of the terracotta formation was severed, he fixed his gaze on the Moon Clan's brawny man in pink, just as he had locked onto Lear the last time he was disturbed.

The man with the sallow face and the old fisherman remained silent, quietly listening to the whispered gossip drifting from afar.

I had long suspected this man was Old Liu, so when the security guard mentioned his name, I was not surprised.

He would never believe Red Buff harbored such thoughts; it was clearly that scoundrel Lin Fan shifting the blame.

In 2002, even for the top domestic enterprises, a general manager’s salary was no higher than this.

“She ranks 43,871 among the human tier,” Li Ling still remembered clearly. The last time she checked Li Jingshu’s ranking, her martial skills placed her just over fifty thousand, and her zombie kills just above eight thousand.

They had their reasons for leaving the Third Prince in such a miserable state—intimidation aimed directly at Phoenix Wuye.

Some expectation within him grew ever more intense; Gu Xiangbei felt heat sweep through his body, his ears burning.

The regiment commander nodded and watched as Gu Xicheng left, frowning as well. Was this the so-called disaster that comes unbidden?

The people of the Dark Demon Realm, upon hearing this, had a flash of excitement in their eyes. They had not expected such an opportunity to arise.

Sun Yiqing worked late with Luo Qingyan. After dinner at Shengyuan, Luo Yi drove Sun Yiqing home, and as she was about to get out of the car, Luo Yi called out to her.

Gu Xiangbei’s face was flushed, and a low, irresistibly sexy sound escaped his throat... it was enough to make one’s ears tingle.

Whether she was eight, eighteen, or now twenty-six, the one she loved was always him.

“Mother, are we once again disguised as merchants this time?” Hutuli Fengsheng Zhalafen looked up at Qingyan and asked.

An Xinyue filtered all of this through her mind before speaking: “Zhou Biao, you’re really in need of money, aren’t you?” As soon as she finished, she saw Zhou Biao’s involuntary evasive glance and knew she was right.

As he drove, he began to plan his next steps, one after another, in his mind.

That familiar exchange of the uncle’s deep voice and the authoritative woman’s tone made Su Nan both twitch at the corners of her mouth and feel gratified.

Ye Xian’s reaction was less intense than Fang Qiu’s. He simply thought Fang Qiu truly lived up to his reputation as the most astute and capable branch general manager in the group, with a precise grasp of the situation.

But at this moment, it was completely suppressed by Zhu Yan, its ability to speak sealed away—it could make no sound at all.

He had once been the commandant of Daming Prefecture, known alongside the famed General Wen Da as the two “Heavenly Kings” of Daming Prefecture. He had some ability, political insight, and military command skills.

“There’s no such thing as great merit or virtue. Every blink of the eye is a new sin,” the old Taoist smiled, shaking his head.

He tapped the intact left armrest with his left hand, his eyes gradually narrowing, the crimson pupils flickering with light.

Sarutobi Nobunaga’s brows drew together. Minamoto Retani was clearly shirking responsibility, but there was no way to refute him. He had also seen the jade slip. The infiltrator was not of the Wa clan, yet managed to slip deep into the “Amaterasu Cave” without alerting the sentries—a glaring flaw indeed.

Qiu Liju was once again struck with a sense of realization... for no particular reason, this Wuhuan Chanyu suddenly remembered his bizarre dream and the strange way he died within it.

It was beyond imagination. At this moment, Bai Chi’s mind was filled with only one thought: to find Shen Yanbo.

“Am I dead?” Qing Shui finally recalled the battle at the Wind Sand Desert. At the most critical moment, using the “Subtle” realm, although it seemed he only trembled slightly, he managed to dodge at the last instant as the sword from Wind Sand Desert quivered into his body.

Madam Jiang nodded. “Yao’er, you shouldn’t dwell on Concubine Hua’s death. In time, you will understand,” she said after a brief silence.

Xiang Wei listened as the doctor explained the situation, nodding, and followed the doctor toward the operating room.

A tremendous sound erupted, then the air calmed. A faint smile played on Qing Shui’s lips—this was his first formal contest of ‘spiritual’ power.

Had she not followed the man in black, she would not have suffered such disaster. Yet, since she had come to this place, it meant she was close to the mastermind. If she relied solely on Shangguan Yu’s strength, what was there to fear? The only question was, whom was Shangguan Yu cooperating with?

But looking at it another way, if Elira were to lose to me... that’s even more unlikely. How could he ever lose to me?

Striding forward, Ouyang Lie’s expression was haughty. As a master at the second level of Blood Martial Arts, killing a Soul Martial Arts cultivator at the fourth Heavenly Cave stage was child’s play.

Teacher Xia was not happy about me holding her hand, but she didn’t refuse this time. We both took our leave, and Elira nodded, saying we’d meet again next time.

The youth was stunned. Were there others who knew his father Tang Cheng’s signature technique—the Nine Forms of the Falling Eagle?

Just now, Wang Fan was pondering whether that attack, which cost him a tenth of his lifespan through the Death Curse, would be enough to make Li Sheng suffer. The thought brought him a measure of relief.

In a flash, Zi Han unleashed three thunderbolts. In his eyes shone unwavering resolve, a glint of brilliance. As he gazed at the heavens, the six-colored radiance of the sky churned endlessly, but when the seventh hue began to flow, none could find words to describe what they saw.