Chapter 23

The next second, his eyes blazed with intense murderous intent. He raised the dragon bone in his hand, transformed it into an ice spear, and hurled it forward with violent force.

She felt these matters were her own private business and saw no need to make a scene just because of a title, as if her identity required someone else’s validation to be valid.

Judging by the current state of the guards, although they appeared completely listless, they showed no other symptoms. At the very least, the direct sub-beast transformation everyone feared most… would not happen.

The immense power instantly unleashed a massive shockwave, akin to the bombs of the true Heavenly Era.

An Muxi tilted her head in confusion, but upon seeing the mischievous smirk on Chu Ming’s face, she immediately understood. Her jade-like face flushed crimson as she reached out to pinch the soft flesh at his waist, twisting it hard several times.

Though the cavalry under his command were brave, they had never encountered such troops, and the horses had never been trained for this kind of combat.

"Fine." Shen Xu thought for a moment and agreed. He told the youth trainees to head out first, then climbed into the flower-patterned car.

Only then did he realize that Ye Ning’s strength might not be as simple as just having stepped into the Martial Venerable realm.

Just as Chu Ming was planning to return down the mountain the way he came, a deep, ancient voice suddenly resonated throughout the vast mountain range.

Zhu Gaoyu, commanding the musketeers, saw the enemy defeated by just two volleys of gunfire. He sneered and slashed his saber forward through the air.

There were only five spots in the training camp for this selection. In their platoon, Su Yang and Sun Weihao ranked first and second respectively; by their scores, they were certain to be selected.

Don’t let the glasses fool you; Liu Jia was not as innocent as she appeared. She had already experienced everything there was to experience and was no longer a naive college student.

Reeking of stench and covered in dirt from head to toe, Li Jie looked truly disheveled and weak, yet his eyes remained sharp. Even after being carried before Gao Yi, he still had the strength to ask questions.

It was twelve-fifty now. Arriving at the Gray Triangle around five-thirty would allow just enough time to scout the situation during the day and act at night.

So, Gao Yi decided to leave these matters to Luca, while he focused on being a hitman and managing the operations behind the scenes of the assassin organization.

"Fine, fine, fine, I get it." Chen Yunyao, looking quite annoyed, sat on the sofa and inadvertently mentioned Zhou Yang, asking a question about him.

Complex emotions intertwined within Yun Ke’s heart, and her consciousness even went blank for a moment.

It wasn't as if she didn't know the normal duration for a man, but she hadn't expected County Magistrate Zhou to be able to last for such a long time.

After posting on Weibo, Ye Li checked her private messages. Her two hundred thousand followers were mostly inactive accounts, and her likes were few; most were just urging her to update. The long list of private messages was almost entirely filled with requests for new content.

At any rate, the Wuxiang Seal contained a thunder pool; as long as his body could withstand it, he could still cast the Palm Thunder a few more times.

She hadn't known the way when she came in. Now, looking at the path ahead while leaving, it felt... wrong; it felt like she was going deeper inside, An Ruo thought to herself, feeling momentarily disoriented.

"'The willow-caressing wind, soft as a mother’s touch' is an application of the rhetorical devices of 'allusion' and 'metaphor.' The sentence first quotes the poem by the Southern Song Dynasty monk Zhinan to describe the warmth and gentleness of the spring breeze, making it feel very intimate and tangible."

Perhaps Xu Liyin’s gaze was too firm, leaving Bai Yaochu momentarily stunned. In his starry eyes, a few flickers of struggle and pain crossed.

Powerful immortals would fight in the chaotic void; within a range of hundreds of thousands of miles, it was essentially close-quarters combat.

Three nights ago, he had been passing by and saved that lovely young man on a whim. He hadn't expected to add another collectible to his collection.

At that moment, a sharp sound rang out, causing An Ruo’s thoughts to stiffen. She slowly sat up from her seat, revealing a pale face.

Xu Hongyi sat up from the bed, rubbing his throbbing forehead. He had drunk too much last night; not only was his head aching, but his stomach was also faintly stinging.

"Young Master, what are you doing?" Gu Ling’er gave an awkward smile, waving her hands wildly as she kept trying to break free.

Yin Yi wanted to correct them, noting that her attire was Ming Dynasty style, not an imitation of the Song Dynasty, but the words died on her lips when she remembered the team leader’s instructions.

Back and forth, many things were bound to change, and those bearing the brunt of these changes were undoubtedly the Southeast Forest Sea, the Winding Path, and the Misty Pavilion.

Seven years ago, Bai Gui had single-handedly infiltrated a ghost-spirit death zone recently occupied by the Underworld Sect. With his profound mastery of forbidden arts, he set up the "Ghost Path to the Nether," silently crippling two of the Seven Underworld Star Envoys and causing the Seven Underworld Star Formation—which required precise coordination—to collapse instantly.

She looked at Wu Kai with a smile. "Then I won't disturb Assistant Zhang," she said, turning and walking out of the office.

Finally, the prey Wei Feng had been waiting for appeared. A tall man in a black robe walked out of the exit of the Blue Note Bar. His hands were tucked into the wide sleeves of his robe, and his deep, hollow eyes seemed to shimmer with two faint, ghostly flames.

After both teams entered the field, Zhang Xiang dribbled the ball a few times to test his feel, then passed it to Ye Feng. With a whistle from the referee, the game began.

Previously, Jin Shicheng had defected to Zhong Nan’s side mostly due to the wishes of Shen Shixing and Xu Guo; he himself didn't think much of Zhong Nan. In his view, although Zhong Nan was highly regarded by the Emperor, his roots were shallow, and following the Vice Minister would not lead to any great advancement.

Su Yaodong sat in his private jet, gazing at the endless ocean below, shimmering with dazzling brilliance under the sun.

Since he had put it that way, it proved he had already grasped some clues. Shui Dielan immediately stopped speaking, clearing the way for him to have a quiet environment.

Although three days were not enough to become fully proficient, it was at least enough to organize his thoughts generally.

Hu Gang shouted angrily, "What is going on? Where did the enemy come from? How many are there?" Dao Tuo was also stunned and turned to ask his adjutant.