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Fixing his gaze on Erlang Shen, Yang Jian, he retracted his eyes. The Black Phoenix let out a sharp cry, beat its wings, and soared upward, crashing through the clouds with a thunderous boom and reaching the skies above the Southern Heavenly Gate in the blink of an eye.

He said nothing more and walked straight toward the man, pulling his phone from his pocket and turning on the flashlight.

Katsu also glanced at his mother, Yukie, who was still fast asleep. Perhaps due to the recent move, she had been exceptionally drowsy these past few days.

Shaking his head, Fang Huairan reminded himself that this was no time for sympathy. With a sudden surge of wind and thunder behind him, he flapped his wings and lunged at one of the twelve cultivators—a member of the Three-Eyed Clan whose aura was the strongest, ensuring he would not die immediately.

After finishing one off, Fang Huairan ceased his attacks. Instead, he flew toward the Great Thousand World Mirror, channeling energy to stimulate the Red Bright and Yang Heaven formation to withstand the combined assault of over thirty true spirits outside.

On the ramparts of Tongzhou City, Wu Sangui gazed at the battle to the south. Though it was too far to see clearly, he could discern that Li Yan did not seem to be losing.

Luo Feng possessed spiritual sense, and his domineering spirit combined with the ability to foresee the future allowed him to anticipate danger in advance, ensuring he passed through the ambushes of magical beasts throughout his journey without incident.

Even Deacon Baifeng was not that ruthless, yet Yi Tianyun was. But when she saw the blood, she realized she had wronged him.

However, no other grand formation offered the convenience of the former Taihao Star Formation, which had a free entrance; at any other gate, one’s cultivation would be suppressed.

Lin Qiming was about to speak, but Lin Luoshui waved a hand, the humility in his gaze dissipating as he said coldly.

Yet, the more the bone was scorched, the more it resembled jade and rang like a chime when struck, showing not the slightest sign of damage.

He had come here with an important mission, but just as he had forced that cultivator to make a choice, he was now making his own. If he could not proceed according to his own will, what scenery would be left to appreciate along the way?

Bai Yuling, possessing the power of Viridian, understood everything perfectly. This was getting interesting; he wondered how they would bluff their way out of this. If they were deemed intruders, the trouble would be immense.

Chen Feng walked to the center of the two staircases. Since he had already guessed what might be there, devising a countermeasure became much easier.

Everyone cursed Chen Feng as they fled frantically, while at the center of the apocalypse, Chen Feng laughed hysterically, watching the end of the world descend.

Xiang Xuemei raised her right hand and swore, “President Huang, I swear by my Party spirit and my character that I am willing to take legal responsibility for every word I have said! Furthermore, I secretly recorded my conversation with President Liu on my phone, which confirms I am not lying. I can provide it if the organization requires it.”

Silver light flickered in the monster’s single eye, and the surrounding blood mist surged into its body like a tide.

“System! Are you trying to threaten me?!” Ling Zuotian’s lifeless voice echoed through the empty dormitory building.

Looking at the five-foot-long "Silver Frost Divine Sword" with its square head, Li Wanqing’s face twitched uncontrollably.

Huaian was speechless. They were no longer the reckless, headstrong youths they once were; acting out again would surely lead to impeachment.

“Absolutely impossible! If such absurd parameters were true, there would be no need for me to continue serving as Dean of Shuimu University!” Peng Hao waved his hand, his tone resolute.

“Qinglin, what’s wrong?” Seeing this, Xian’er asked with a look of concern.

The Imperial Guards, wearing embroidered-spring sabers, stepped forward cautiously to inspect the father and son writing on the paper.

Seeing that Yu Guanyue insisted on not letting her help, and knowing she was not adept at such manual tasks, Shi Xi stopped interfering and silently retreated to the side.

The old Duke recalled something, reached into his robes, and tucked a trinket into Shen He’s hand. Shen He looked closely and realized it was another treasure that must have taken great effort to collect.

Given the sweltering heat, Zhang Yang said nothing; after all, in such weather, no one wanted to be out early to bake in the sun.

The male guests, in particular, did not even understand the point of buying handbags; they simply could not see what was so appealing about them.

The most valuable items in the Prince Qi’s residence were in the main hall, kept merely for appearances. In the words of Rong He’s uncle, it was "a donkey-dung ball, shiny on the outside," or as Prince Qi self-deprecatingly put it, "gilded on the outside, rotten on the inside."

In Central Prefecture, however, to be able to trouble the person before him to the point of seeking cooperation with their Ice River Valley, the situation was clearly significant.

Although I was unlucky, life was still manageable until I reached fifteen, when I contracted a strange illness. My father spent a great deal of money to hire the best doctor in the village, but he was helpless, so he eventually had to invite an old Taoist to dispel the disaster.

As Wu Hui was descending, he leaped high and delivered a heavy punch, slamming it fiercely into Wu Hui’s chest.

Upon hearing Shen Junyan’s words, not only the vice president but every employee in the conference room was stunned, never expecting her to dare speak to Tang Yue in such a manner.

Although they had been intimate like this more than once since their reunion, every time he drew near, her heart would race for a long time.

It was past two in the morning after finishing the five-kilometer run. When Zhou Yi lay back in bed after showering, he sent the words "Good night."

Seeing her so happy, Jian Lingchuan felt much more at ease; after all, Shen Xiangxiang had suffered enough bullying, and he truly should make her happier.

Seeing that he was going to be late for his first date, Li Ruolin wished she could jump out of the taxi and run straight to the cinema.

“Fifty thousand dollars, but you can only get secondhand ones at best. The situation in our country is very bad now; most factories have ceased operations.” Cold sweat broke out on John’s forehead again. He remembered the scene he had seen at the door and stared intently at Liu Dong, fearing he might kill him.

“Projecting internal energy—this old man is truly no simpleton. His power is not a whit weaker than mine; he must be a seventh-tier martial artist.” Zhu Tianxing watched him with respect. Since leaving the mountains, this was the first martial artist who had caught his eye.

Zhao Ruozhi sorted through the chaotic information in her mind. Not knowing how to express it, she merely shook her head with a furrowed brow.

Yang Shiyun’s brows were tightly knitted. She moved her lips several times but could say nothing. She knew Shangguan Hong was right, but her indulgence toward Mingnan made it impossible to let go. Coupled with the fact that he had grown up under Yang Shimeng’s guardianship for so many years, her guilt only deepened.