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The squad of ballista soldiers had long since been intimidated by Yue Yun’s ferocity; seeing his formidable presence, goosebumps broke out all over their bodies.

Not long after the earth-shattering battle between the five saints within the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, those saints set out together once more. This caused the gods and immortals of heaven and earth to tremble in fear, terrified of being caught in the aftermath. They promptly barred their mountain gates and refused to see visitors, making immortals and cultivators a rare sight for a time.

When Jiang Nian arrived, she saw a black bear with its mouth wide open, revealing a mouthful of fangs as it lunged toward the person on the ground. Without a second thought, she threw her machete, which struck the beast.

These words came from Forman. Yang Yi looked at him in surprise; the guy couldn't even protect Yang Yi or Gretel, and he’d turned himself into a pig’s head, so where did he get the confidence to protect everyone else?

Gui Bao did not have enough spirit stones to purchase Foundation Establishment Pills at the auction. Like many other rogue cultivators, he had no choice but to hold onto the hope of trying his luck here, fighting for the Building Spirit Ginseng to refine the pills himself.

"So that is how it is. The Southern Heaven cultivation world must have lost many cultivators this time, and I expect our sect will also suffer heavy casualties. This is truly unavoidable," Gui Bao sighed and remarked.

Or perhaps he shared the same thought, believing the mountains were filled with wild ginseng and that his luck would be exceptional?

Though the Old Mother sought Ye Chen’s life, she knew his skills were extraordinary and could not hold him. Churan’s heart raced; her beautiful eyes followed Ye Chen, feeling a strange sensation as her cheeks grew warm.

"Overestimating your own capabilities," Tian Xuanzi sneered, waving his hand to sweep the Heavenly Silkworm Gu into the Red Lion Umbrella.

Lei Guang was busy dealing with the wind blades, dodging constantly. Yet the blades seemed endless; as soon as he dodged one, another would strike, and when he managed to avoid two, three or four would follow, leaving him exhausted and scrambling to survive.

As a brilliant white light erupted, a white lightning dragon crashed into the Zhanqian Bell. The bell rang out in waves, shattering the void with a feeling as if heaven and earth were collapsing.

There were thirteen of them in total. Zhao Yun leaned low over his horse's back to minimize wind resistance, clutching the reins with his left hand and leveling his long spear with his right, charging straight at one of them in that very posture.

Since graduating, Lin Ming had moved out of his university dormitory, and his cost of living had suddenly skyrocketed. Although people always complained that school accommodations were poor and the food was terrible, where else could one find such cheap rooms or such unpalatable yet affordable meals?

It was no wonder she was angry; these people were truly shameless. If not for the fact that the opposing tribe was very powerful, she would have liked to string them up and give them a sound thrashing.

Behind the full, perky buttocks clad in short athletic shorts, a fluffy tail appeared, its fur rippling like waves in the wind.

The room was large and quite empty, yet it evoked a unique sense of shock.

However, when Ye Feng looked at an outdoor electronic screen, his expression instantly darkened.

Tian Chou was born in 169 AD and was only eleven years old—still just a child—which was why Dian Wei asked that question.

Lin Ming and the others watched in astonishment. In just under half a minute, the Drought Demon had knocked someone out, stripped them, and put on their clothes. What a terrifying speed.

For cavalry, if they are not at a full charge, their warhorses are not an asset but a burden.

In truth, Xiao Ruo’an’s hand had already turned the doorknob. Just as she was about to shout, "Wait a moment," she heard the voices of Helian Yinduo and An Muyun.

Others say that a person's appearance is given by their parents and cannot be changed, but this personality of yours surely wasn't given by your parents—this is something you’ve cultivated yourself to make others feel disgusted.

Luo Xichen draped his arm around Mu Siyan’s shoulder and said politely to Yang Xiao, "Well, we have arrived. Director Yang, let us part ways here." He offered Yang Xiao a slight smile.

In the past, no matter what Shen Zheng said to her, she could endure it, but this time was different.

The people sitting in the audience finally realized that they hadn't seen Dong Fei’s shadow for the past few days.

"Governor, the Xia army has gone too far. I request permission to lead my troops out immediately and slaughter them until not a single piece of armor remains," Aoliaoer said to Sevich in a rage.

Asaf retrieved the compass from Chi Jiujiu and placed it into a mechanism on the platform; the central hall of the ruins was finally opened. The platform they were standing on began to descend, and the passage ahead led to the central hall. He believed the Tooth of Ganesha was hidden within.

Riding a black cloud, Jiang Yun headed straight for the Suicide Forest. Although Jiang Yun was now only a divine sense clone, riding clouds was still no problem for him.

"What did you say?" Chang Zaitian frowned, his brain feeling a bit short-circuited. He wondered if he had misheard or if the guy in front of him had lost his mind. What the hell was a 'cow hooligan,' and what was 'moe-moe'?

Several kilometers ahead of the group, a massive crater had appeared out of thin air within the Tianshui River.

However, Fide was able to find a clue in Riley’s fragmented words—the knights who were attached to the Archbishop surely did not want to see the Pope interacting with the real power-wielders of other nations, as their internal conflicts were extremely severe.

Only the water stains at the seams of this floor tile were not a transparent white under the sunlight, but instead shimmered with a mossy, grassy green.

Long Linfei sighed softly. Leng Feng had been with him for two years, always loyal and never wavering. It was not that he didn't trust Leng Feng, but once the identity of Qing Feng was exposed, the things she was doing would likely fail, and her life would very likely be in danger.

Seeing this, Yang Chong immediately reduced his speed and lowered his altitude.

Octavia watched the two old men looking at each other with such tenderness and felt a sense of unease, yet she also felt reassured. Even though the insurgent organization no longer existed, there were still some who had not abandoned the faith they once held.

The commander of the Imperial Guard, Zhou Zhen, escorted the unconscious Crown Prince through the secret passage of the Mausoleum Hall, taking him back to the capital to face the Emperor’s interrogation.

"If you don't want to be in danger, you will follow my orders." He adjusted the Tang sword hanging at his left waist, his calm demeanor suggesting that nothing was wrong and that nothing would go wrong.

Fortunately, the technique Nangong Qian practiced was quite extraordinary, possessing methods for concealing her aura, which allowed Ye Feng to breathe a sigh of relief.