33 The Thirty-Third Iron Pillar

"What!" Dalilu felt a sudden void in his chest, as if a black hole had opened up within, devouring his vitality and strength.

While firecrackers can be played with freely, there are still ironclad rules that must be followed: they must not be thrown into biogas pits, nor into flammable stacks of firewood, and certainly not into people’s cloakrooms, lest they cause a catastrophic disaster.

A rugged man with a bare chest lay on a massive white stone bed. Sensing an aura of blatant provocation from outside, he frowned, a glint of ferocity flashing in his eyes.

Refining the illusory soul of the Flying Eagle Saint Master not only eliminated potential threats to the five domains of the Immortal Realm but also allowed Hao Chen’s strength to improve in every aspect.

Eunice’s expression seemed a bit puzzled, which brought a slight joy to Ji; at least the other party was showing some emotion now.

"I want to become famous because I am from the countryside, and a young man at that. I don't want more and more young people to have no path to success other than manual labor. Once I am famous, I want to properly develop my hometown and bring more opportunities and progress to it."

How could such words be spoken in front of the Master Mage? If it were ever brought to light, what would happen then?

Seeing a stream flowing from a cave in the distance, Hao Chen was reminded of his fortuitous encounter in the Tuoshan Secret Realm and walked toward the cave without hesitation.

Upon seeing this light, even if Leng Yu did not understand how this corpse was refined, he knew that if he wanted to control it, this crimson glow was the key.

Tao Yuhao could generously offer her blessings to her and Jing Moyan, and she, in turn, could just as generously offer hers to her.

"Let us two shield the heavenly secrets and use telepathic messages to probe Kunpeng and Styx," Saint Jieyin suggested.

As expected, upon hearing Po Xiao's words, Yin Youzi immediately charged toward the players at the city gate.

The bride and groom, holding a red silk ribbon, walked together into the Prince Jin’s mansion. As the bride stepped over the brazier, her foot slipped. Had Shan Liancheng not gripped her hand and steadied her in time, she would have certainly landed squarely in the fire.

After walking for about five minutes, several humans gathered around a charcoal fire appeared ahead.

A gentle voice, accompanied by laughter, drifted in along with the hem of a cyan robe. Feng Yue looked up and met Ye Yuqing’s eyes, which were as clear as a tranquil river.

Lan Licuan rose, walked straight into the bedroom, and scooped up Zhibao, who was sitting on the sofa.

Feeling a chill at his throat, the soldier dared not even draw a breath. He stared blankly into the eyes of the man before him, suddenly feeling as if he had already been killed.

As this remark was made, a chorus of mocking whistles erupted from the American soldiers nearby. While the American troops, including Lawrence, might have been wary of the "hand cannons" used by the Chinese army in close-quarters combat, they felt no pressure at all regarding the enemy's long-range fire positions.

"Fine, that works too. Anyway, I believe our Yanyu Tower has the strength to be the first to breach the city gate, and the defenses at each gate are about the same, so this is fair," Leng Feng agreed.

"It is time to end all of this. If it continues like this, New York will become a city of sin." Li Mu couldn't wait to see the weather clear up; if the snow kept falling endlessly like this, people would be driven mad even if they didn't freeze to death.

As Kuafu spoke, he placed me into the coffin. He closed the lid, offered a faint smile, and then carried the coffin out, taking flight into the air.

"Charge back! Charge back!" the wounded soldiers nearby shouted excitedly upon hearing my words.

Morning marked the beginning of a new day; yesterday had already passed, and a new day had arrived. No matter who they were, everyone began to busy themselves.

"Haolan, are you alright?" Seeing Haolan so weak and injured, Feng felt a pain in his heart as if it had been pierced by a needle.

"Hmph! Worry about your own situation first! The armies of various races are about to arrive. With just your Dark Clan, you want to stir up trouble?" Emperor Xuanyuan Huan said coldly.

In that moment, she understood. Although there was no light in Luoxue's eyes and she seemed somewhat world-weary, and her voice was faint and cold, her heart was never as icy or despondent as that of a true night-walker.

Bing Lan hesitated slightly before answering smoothly, "She saved my life once; she definitely isn't from the Heavenly Mystery Hall. She just happened to be investigating the Heavenly Mystery Hall as well." Of course, she could not reveal that Shu Li was a trusted aide her mother had dispatched long ago, but she would try her best to speak the truth.

The sword light flashed again, and a dozen guards collapsed simultaneously, each with a neat, thin mark across their throats.

It would have been better not to mention it, but at the mention, the once-composed Lady Lan Wan immediately blushed and, shaking her head quickly, spoke softly.

"Oh, this is simple. Does this mean you are willing to stay?" Cai Rui said, his face full of excitement.

"The poetry gathering at the Prince Xiaoyao’s mansion has been held for thirteen years now and has long since become a tradition. It begins at the hour of the Horse on the night of the Lantern Festival, and invited guests will arrive according to the schedule," Dou Ya explained patiently, knowing that Jiang Nuan had been ill for years and might not be familiar with outside affairs.

The two arrived at Yoshino Keishiro's room and found him sitting alone in an armchair, drinking tea. Seeing them enter, he gestured toward the sofa without saying a word.

Qin Pei was a very considerate man. Knowing she would never agree to be alone with him, he did not choose a private booth.

Wang Lin gritted his teeth in anger. He might as well release them; they had already been stripped of two layers of skin and likely lost their ability to harm others. He immediately opened his eyes and exited the Underworld Sea, hearing the house filled with miserable, howling "yin" winds. But then, the winds ceased, and the wailing vanished.