Chapter 39

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The supreme masters exchanged glances, their eyes filled with helplessness; they had no idea where the Holy Lord had gone.
"Bang!" A trace of blood trickled from Zhong Xingxiu’s lips; it was clear a tooth had been knocked out.
"But look for yourself, does Jiang Tianchen look like someone with no cultivation at all?" The young man in purple looked at Jiang Tianchen, caught between laughter and tears.
Upon returning to his tent, Zhang Chen saw from a distance a black figure standing before his military quarters, a figure radiating a sense of resentment.
Of course, charging five shells for a plate of stir-fried shredded potatoes—is this madness? Why don’t you just go rob someone instead?
No matter how much she wished to forget the name, the three characters "Qin Muchen" were deeply etched into her mind, impossible for her to erase.
Black blood mist rapidly emerged from the wound, and as it dripped onto the ground, it quickly corroded a large, pitted hole.
"Hold steady, stand your ground, do not panic..." Amidst the thunder of hooves, the centurion shouted, but his pale complexion and hoarse, desperate cries lacked any semblance of persuasiveness.
In this Black Mountain Province, while innate masters were rare, they were not unheard of; everyone had seen one. If it were before, back when they hadn't yet arrived in Black Mountain Province, they truly wouldn't have seen such figures. Innate masters existed in their own circles; how could ordinary people possibly encounter them?
She rubbed her temples. Had her words played a crucial role? Yet, she had already forgotten what she had said to Yin Biyu.
Chen Xinxing did not know that by tomorrow, he would be grateful for all the preparations he had made this night.

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Now, one of his light-shadow clones was within the abyss, while the other had arrived at the cave entrance, attempting to lure the Abyssal Demon Lord.
Generally, when an army went to war, three Great Golden Immortals would serve as commanders—one chief and two deputies. However, these three had to be experts in military formations and warfare; they were not required to charge into the fray themselves.
Yang Jian hesitated for a moment before deciding not to tell Chu Qian that the Fairy Yunhua of the past was the Yaoji of the present.
"What is going on? Someone tell me!" Darian roared. His father, the man he respected most, had become the enemy he had fought his entire life. How could Darian accept this?
Compared to hatred and anger, this bottom line, this sentiment, and this persistence seemed incredibly fragile.
The whip moved like a slithering snake, rushing toward the Second-Generation Ghost on its own and wrapping around it. The blade at the tip of the whip began to pierce the ghost repeatedly, and amidst its shrieks, the Second-Generation Ghost dissipated entirely.
In fact, had the previous incident not occurred, he would have felt constrained and uncomfortable. With the agreement made with Luo Qiang, he no longer hid anything and directly asked Luo Qiang to help him record the data.
Duan Qingcheng was right; Tang Chengjun was indeed extremely anxious. He had called the Duan family two days ago, but there was no news from them. His unease grew, and he ordered a helicopter to be prepared again, intending to confirm her condition himself.
This Poison-type Elite Koga was far too hesitant and indecisive compared to the former eccentric figures. Since taking over the work, he had rejected many past projects, making the middle-aged man dislike this hypocritical Poison-type master.
No one said another word; the carriage was deathly silent. Finally, while passing a village, Jin Dou leaped from the carriage and ran inside, his plump frame bobbing as he went. Before long, he returned having purchased a carriage with a canopy, though it appeared dilapidated.
Tiandu laughed heartily, Ling Feng’s face flushed red, and Zhu Hongyuan ate desperately—eating with relief, eating with joy.

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"Your grandfather was undoubtedly murdered, but with your strength alone, it is difficult to seek revenge. I suggest you let it be!" Long Yang walked over from the side and said to Lan’er.
It is said that the Heaven Fire Hall, managed by the Shangqing lineage, and the Wind and Thunder Hall, managed by the Yuqing lineage, were the two most important halls in the sect. The Heaven Fire Hall was in charge of external defense, while the Wind and Thunder Hall handled internal defense. Disciples who could walk within these two halls were mostly the core members of the next generation of elders.
Yang You’s cultivation speed was beyond their imagination; after all, they had never even heard of something as heaven-defying as a thousand-fold time-dilation cultivation room.
Xin Yan had a free-spirited nature. A moment ago she was crying, but after walking out, she immediately returned to her usual playful self.
Seeming to know what Chen Xuan was about to say, Ling’er glared fiercely at him, and Chen Xuan consciously closed his eyes.
"It is not that our plan has flaws, but that we are not as deranged as they are. We cannot gamble with the lives of our comrades. Team Leader Zhu, you are overthinking it," Long Yang consoled.
Tuoba Shaohao flicked his whip, and the prized horse beneath him obediently paced behind his cousin’s snow-white steed, leisurely approaching the merchant caravan.
Watching the Holy Sword shatter, Liu Chen was shocked. He looked up and met Lin Yun’s cold, merciless eyes.
"But how do we leave? We agreed with Zhang Shun to have him bring the boat to pick us up in five days. But we have been in the other world for more than ten days, which is only equivalent to a few minutes in the real world. Counting the day we spent on the island at the beginning, Zhang Shun likely won't come to get us for another four days," Lu Hua said.