28-Year-Old Man

Li Shuci’s cold gaze swept over Li Shu Qiao’s face. Whether it was Li Shu Qiao, the Zhou family, or the deeply hidden Shen family, they shared only one goal: to strike at the third branch and bring harm to their grandmother! But… how exactly did they manipulate things?

At that moment, Qi Zhenjun’s newly formed body shattered once again. He immediately sensed the breath of death, his life hanging by a thread.

His eyes, like black holes piercing the vast sky, and his hands, like the grasp of the grim reaper, unleashed a thunderous fury, obliterating everything before him.

Liu Mazi watched as the bandits left the hall, sneering coldly before making his way toward the rooms at the back.

Under Xue Yao’s command, Ye Feng flashed forward to the wolfish spirit beast, then summoned a spirit beast pouch from his spirit ring and swiftly contained it.

For two consecutive days, someone had thrown filth at their front gate. Le Tian’s heart jolted in alarm as he hurried toward the front courtyard.

Jiang Yi let out a resonant chant, striking out his hand. With a sharp sound, the giant celestial sword Jue surged forth, cutting down all the guards in its path.

Yet sometimes, silence is a response in itself. What the other party thinks is another matter. Many people enjoy fabricating stories for no reason. They turn simple, straightforward matters into a tangled web, calling it intelligence. I think they’re just bored with nothing better to do.

From the moment the group entered, the carefully groomed brows never left their gaze. They quietly observed the expressions and conduct of Luo Chen and the others while piecing together information from the great eastern lord and various subordinates.

Ignoring my sister-in-law’s advice, I lit the fire and took a puff, then blew the smoke away from her, not wanting it to drift in her direction.

He looked at Chen Mei’s flushed face and rapid heartbeat, growing ever more certain that he had indeed caused a misunderstanding—not seeking her gratitude, but perhaps something more intimate.

“Speak,” Yan Canglan said, taking the handkerchief passed by Ye Chi and gently wiping the jade pendant before tucking it into her bosom.

All eyes were fixed on Long Mu’s every move. They had witnessed Mu Yi’s formidable Thunder God's Descent technique—it was truly powerful. Now they wanted to see how Long Mu would withstand Mu Yi’s martial prowess.

“That depends. If it’s an advanced training camp, one month; if a regular camp, three months. It all depends on which camp you join,” Mo Yuqi explained.

The marked black-clad men vanished without a trace. Perhaps the insignia on their bodies represented a certain aura.

“I’m not worried. I just… what do you mean by ‘your family’s person’?” Qing Ling shook her head, ready to deny any concern, then recalled Meng Qing’s words just moments ago. What did ‘your family’s person’ mean? She and Mu Yi had no special connection, after all.

Kalabro glanced at Seiya with an apologetic smile. Seiya was itching to kick him—such a golden opportunity wasted.

The voice behind the white flag sounded unfamiliar, yet what was said stirred the hearts of those present.

Wu Kai chatted with Li Yuemei about daily matters until the guards notified him that he must leave immediately. Only then did he bid a reluctant farewell to Li Yuemei and depart.

“Yes, continue.” Over several days, these three words became Wang Ping’s mantra. Whenever the Elder paused, he would instinctively fill the silence with them. If he didn’t, the Elder would kindly pat his shoulder and ask at length about the long-haired man’s condition.

The paladins scattered across the chaotic battlefield all instinctively gathered around Yer. When their numbers approached that of a full squad, the imperial army’s crossbow bolts could no longer trouble them. Even the elite imperial marksmen began to retreat under the paladins’ counterattack.

In Yang Jiangong’s hand appeared the Sword of Maya, just as he closed the final distance.

The Grand Princess of Naturalization City, upon hearing the news, felt a duty to aid Zhang Chu and earnestly requested to come to his support.

“Alright, alright.” The shop assistant had no time to ponder the beggar’s thoughts, hurriedly turning to report to Yu Chunguang inside.

The Twilight Hammer army had long been stationed in Northrend. Not only were they aided by the frenzied earth elementals, but those who revered shadow magic—humans, elves, orcs, and various races—also rallied under Gul’dan’s banner.

Sixteen years had transformed Ding Feng’s temperament considerably. He was more silent and steady, devoid of any sharpness, embodying only profound weightiness.

Perhaps this path has no end, but compared to the haunted city that had grown over centuries, accumulating countless souls into a vast ghost town, it was still far inferior.

This made Arthas, who surveyed the tent’s scene, momentarily stunned. His internal holy light energy, after only a brief period of practice, had already reached such formidable heights.

His response steeled the dwarf’s resolve. He raised his glass of fine wine, downed it in one, then leapt from a stool taller than his legs. Approaching the tavern door, he locked it from the inside.

Tian Daozi frowned. The volunteers now included a large number of Eastern Emperor Alliance members. Even as the leader, he found it difficult to stop them.

But the living gu insect once kept in that copper cauldron should have long since been reduced to ashes by the sword’s flames, right? It wasn’t a matter of seizing it; there simply was no stock left.