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"Are you trying to scare me? Do you really think you can frighten me?" Luo Hongfei retorted through clenched teeth, unwilling to yield.

"I am leaving this place! But before I go, I must speak what is in my heart!" Ye Feng declared in a low, forceful voice.

"Oh, save it. That excuse is so pathetic," Dog, using Li Jin's body, scoffed dismissively.

"Fine," Su Qingxue snorted. "Take them with you then. I'll handle all the dirty and exhausting work by myself."

The golden light enveloping him was precisely the primordial divine energy protecting Yan Yunchen. Empowered by countless divine energies, Yan Yunchen unleashed a barrage of fists with a hundredfold strength.

It wasn't long before the dishes were served. Ye Fan tasted them—and found them utterly unpalatable, nothing like the cuisine of Earth, the flavor was worlds apart.

Dazed and confused, she felt as though she were weightless, drifting aimlessly in midair.

To Mo Keyang and the others' surprise, after Chen Fan gravely wounded Mo Quanlei in a single move, he returned to his seat and sat down.

But judging from the present…even if not all of them survived, at least some still lingered in the world of the living.

The Sword of Celestial Cycle defeated Yan Yunchen with a single strike; at the same time, it suffered a powerful backlash, the blade trembling in place for a moment before regaining its strength and soaring upward toward the sky.

I fell silent. At that moment, Liu Ziling winked at me, signaling something I could not decipher.

Because the Soul-Calming Bell in Xu Qian's hand kept ringing, the Five-Tongue Ghost on the ground could only clutch its head, trembling and curling itself tightly together.

Lin Han, who was driving, suddenly sneezed twice. Whenever he sneezed, it meant trouble—who was cursing him now?

What I taught her was roughly this, but I told her to say it forcefully, with grit in her teeth. Now, though, she spoke like she was acting cute—so direct, yet soft and limp, utterly lacking in intimidation.

"Fu Gui, what's going on? With so many guests here, you're still slacking off?" An elderly voice suddenly sounded from the stairs, stern and serious.

In the following days of Paris Fashion Week, she received another call from the assistant, and had another dinner. Yet again, the conversation skirted around the main issues; Roberta finally understood everything.

Upon hearing about the Heart of Heaven's Law, Wan Qing was immediately stunned. Hearing about the Abyssal Demon Pepper, he gasped in shock.

It had a single horn atop its head, two fins like wings, its length unknowable, floating silently three meters above the water, its enormous form awe-inspiring.

Then came the move to the East Coast, with plans to throw a lively millennial celebration in the penthouse of the Westerlo Tower.

After returning home, Lu Feifei gave Mo Xuan a bath. Perhaps exhausted from playing during the day, he fell asleep not long after lying in bed.

Initially, it belonged under the jurisdiction of the British colonial administration in India. By 1820, Singapore began to generate profits for the British Empire.

Could it be that Hong Hui did something to betray the Hong Clan and got locked up by them? Lin Fan wondered, but soon shook his head. Impossible—Hong Hui was a dutiful, upright man, he would never betray the Hong Clan.

At that moment, Ji Yijun opened his mouth to speak to Luo Ling, but Luo Ling glanced at Rick and shook her head.

Deng Shichang and his companions, pretending to be famished, wore bitter expressions and nodded slightly, as if their chests were glued to their backs from hunger. In truth, they simply wanted to interrupt Rostrom's rambling—nothing more.

The middle-aged man, seeing his attack had failed, ignored everything else, tossed the half-blade in his hand like a hidden weapon at Li An, and retreated with all his might—he was clearly attempting to escape.

After disembarking, Li Wei ignored the enthusiastic invitations from everyone and skipped the Ye family's victory banquet, heading straight to the hospital. After thoroughly examining his father, he prepared for surgery.

He spoke as he took a straw from the box, put it in Song Weili's bowl, and competed with him for the food. Song Weili was left speechless, setting down his chopsticks to watch him.

"A true assassin's greatest asset is patience, Sancho. The way you act is more like an apprentice who hasn't completed his training," Makora mocked.

Her fragile appearance made Song Weili unable to bear looking any longer, fearing that a moment of weakness would make him trust her again.

In truth, not just the Nine Heavens; looking around at the other candidates from Sector Seven, their faces all wore expressions as if they had lost their parents, each one pale with fear.

Their stature was staggeringly tall! The five shadows lined up side by side, transforming into a towering black wall, blocking the way completely, impenetrably.

But now, the ground illuminated by the streetlights in those directions was covered in moving shadows.

Soon, a springtime pond appeared before him, radiating a rich and extreme vitality. The force of life surpassed all bounds, containing an incomparably bountiful path of Xie Chen's shade, astonishing everyone associated with Xie Chen.

Han Xin watched as the rebel troops charged, calmly turned his horse, firing arrows as he fled, each shot finding its mark. By the time three quivers were spent, nearly a hundred rebels had fallen. Only then did Han Xin toss aside his great bow, dismount, drew the Fish-Gut sword, and charged forward with a roar.

Meanwhile, the Demonblade of Ruined Heaven, sensing the two black fiery orbs, suddenly shifted its direction. Its sinister, gleaming edge—over three feet long—pointed straight at the two fiery orbs in the hands of the Flame Demon Beast, as if there was some subtle connection between them.

"It truly is Brother Yi. I always said we were destined, and now it seems it was true! Ha ha ha!" said a handsome young gentleman.

Wang Chen infused his holy sense into the jade pendant, activating it to release the two clans. Instantly, multicolored energies swirled around Wang Chen, leaving the Heavenly Dao puzzled—what was he planning?

"May our Lord live forever, deliver us from calamity; may disaster never return, may the Pure Land endure..." the Holy Mother of the Pure Land murmured, bowing once more.

In fact, the reason Xie Chen could quickly break through the Dragon-Slaying formation was because he knew about the dragon's eyes. If the Son of Evil Wind changed formation, Xie Chen would have found it much harder to dismantle.