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Just as he was thinking this, Shang Yu’s acute hearing kicked in, and the sound of dense hoofbeats echoed from down the mountain once again, less than a mile away.

Suddenly, the strange radiance rolled and churned, eerie and abrupt, as it shifted direction. Seeing this, everyone couldn't help but experience the bizarre and terrifying sensation of that strange, horrific entity turning its head.

Guo Sheng, short and sturdily built, spoke with a resonant voice, his chin held high, radiating an inviolable authority. More than a dozen fierce imperial guards stood ready with staves and clubs. At Guo Sheng's command, they pounced like wolves and tigers, pinning Liu Feng to the ground and unleashing a flurry of punches and kicks, as if desperate to drive him straight into the earth.

Before the pyramid, seven upright pillars supported a platform upon which rested seven sets of astral armor, their surfaces glowing and swirling with light, as though murmuring softly about something.

Could Yue Xiang truly be willing to act as an internal agent, surrender Qinghe City, and even help the Later Jin capture Yang Hao alive? Was that even remotely possible?

On the side of the Divine Origin Continent, the frontline was unexpectedly manned by top experts from the Bu and Nie families. Together, the two major clans boasted over three hundred Martial Emperor-level experts. In terms of sheer strength, however, the one hundred and eight Martial Emperors of the Nie family were by no means inferior to the two hundred Martial Emperors of the Bu family.

"Not so, Daoist friend. Though I possess a mere empty reputation, my skill in physiognomy and reading people is infallible and has never failed," Daoist Guo said with absolute conviction.

Ever since her child died prematurely, the Empress had never stepped out again. Aside from the Empress Dowager, the true master of the inner palace was none other than Consort Yuan, the birth mother of Prince Ziyang.

"Brother, I know you are exceptionally well-versed in accounting and mathematics, and I would hate for you to let your studies go to waste. Once you grow a bit older, your facial features will change, and the authorities will no longer pay attention to you. By then, I intend for you to take up a position in our Suzhou mercantile firm. How does that sound?" Shen Fu said with a smile.

Because this matter was of the utmost secrecy, Gongsun Heng could not come in person, while Gongsun Tai's temperament was far too impetuous. Entrusting him to bring Gongsun Fan would make reaching the Buddhist Sect safely a major gamble; thus, only the second son, Gongsun Jing, could be entrusted with the heavy responsibility of escorting them.

It turned out that Tie Zhan’s meridians had suffered spasms, and over the span of ten years, he had failed to fully absorb the Flood Dragon Fire Pellet, triggering today’s eruption of toxic fire consuming his body. Originally, the Flood Dragon Fire Pellet had been suppressed within Tie Zhan’s body by Elder Li’s Profound Ice True Qi, but then Ding Zhan had punctured the palm of Tie Zhan's hand.

The administrator clearly did not believe it; however, the current link indicated safety, so he maintained only a skeptical attitude.

Lin Qingyi nodded. She had seen photos of Sword and Lute Peerless, and he certainly appeared to be a handsome man.

His words remained unfinished, yet they would never be spoken, as if stuck in his throat by something.

They departed through the back door of the manufacturing bureau. The exit did not lead to a main thoroughfare, but rather to a secluded, narrow alley. Furthermore, given the Japanese forces' unfamiliarity with Taipei's streets and their recent discovery of the bureau's location, they had failed to form a surrounding encirclement in time, thus providing the breakthrough opportunity.

The rest of the guests wore looks of sudden realization, and their gazes toward Wang Jing grew even more ardent. This was indeed a rare and exceptional talent.

The unexpected raid caught the Japanese devils off guard, inflicting heavy casualties; half of them fell before they could even charge close to Xu Zhijie and his companions.

"Old Ye, what do you think of Tao Ping's report on this 'financial war'?" Chief of Staff Zuo asked Chief of Staff Ye.

The entire hall was shaken. Even Li Yunfeng felt her heart skip a violent beat. If she had spoken those words herself, it would at most be seen as a domestic dispute between a sister-in-law and a sister. But uttered by an outsider, it was bound to breed deep resentment throughout the entire Li family.

Lin Anqiao looked at the garment in her hands—a quintessential Republic-era Western-style outfit, yet slightly modified. The collar and hemline featured unique wild rose designs, seemingly custom-made specifically for the character "Bai Wei."

This was no mere metaphor; having undergone the shedding of mortal coil nine times, his ultimate physical aptitude had nearly transformed him into a spiritual body, capable of automatically absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Amidst the bloody mist, he laughed wildly, looking utterly deranged. He spun around abruptly, only to see a figure emerging from the mist. A grim, savage grin spread across his pockmarked face as he reached out with clawed hands to grab him.

The deep affection between the Emperor and Empress was well known, and Nalan Yan could never have claimed the imperial throne had he been soft-hearted. He had long known that Nalan Yan would not easily let him off. Bestowing a marriage upon him now was already far more merciful than he had imagined. If he refused the marriage once more, he feared the entire Zhongnan Marquis Estate would face treason charges.

If there were no direct causal relationship, the other party would merely sense that another powerhouse had been added to the world, without knowing who it was or where they resided.

Upon being teleported, he immediately transmitted a coordinate back to the far end of the plane, though to his surprise, he failed to establish contact with the Main God, sensing only that the Main God had fallen into a deep slumber and was trapped in some strange state.

As for Yi Ru, because one of the bullets had stopped a mere two centimeters from his heart, though the surgery was successful, he remained unconscious, having received two or three critical condition notices during the process.

Ling Long’s despondent mood did not last long; by the time Guan Zhibing dropped her off downstairs at her dormitory building, she was already cheerful again.

Threads of rain drifted through the dim streetlamps, and a tall, heroic figure ran through the downpour, letting the chilling raindrops beat against his body. At that moment, Song Jin'an’s breath seemed to halt as she stared blankly at the figure in the rain running just for her.