Chapter 25

He tremblingly raised his hand, intending to wipe away her tears, but his palms were caked in mud. Halfway through the motion, he froze and slowly let his arm fall.

She did not recall ever knowing such a distinguished cultivator, and slowly, a sense of vigilance took root in her heart.

"Tong Bo, go back and inform Xing Ye that during this great war, all threatening factions within the continent must be eradicated. If necessary, the Dark Realm will intervene," Luoyu said, her tone icy. These were extraordinary times, and she lacked the energy to deal with those causing trouble.

At that moment, a claw mark appeared across his chest, leaving it a bloody mess, while the young boy stood before the middle-aged man, holding a spiritual greatsword in both hands.

Ming Rong took a deep breath, tidying up her chaotic thoughts. She nestled back into the thick blanket in the carriage and closed her eyes, trying to get some sleep. Yet, cool teardrops slid down her face. She lowered her head, wiping the tears away on the blanket, and when she looked up again, she was as calm as before.

Why? Why? She had thought she had forgotten—forgotten the deep love and the hatred of those years. Yet, seeing him die in her arms like this, her heart was torn to pieces.

It was not as if he hadn't had Gu Heng investigate; he had even seen with his own eyes that bloody mass of flesh and meat discarded in a trash bag.

Her voice was also very sweet. Unfortunately, she wore a bamboo hat with a veil draped over it, obscuring her face, making it impossible to see what she truly looked like.

The previous worry and hesitation seemed to have vanished with the baby's tears. Luo Tianqing sighed inwardly; in truth, she was not entirely at ease leaving the baby outside. Who knew if there were other dangers in this Valley of Madness? Thinking it over, she decided it was safer to keep the baby within her line of sight.

Lin Qingfan muttered to himself, then waved his palm, causing a half-meter-tall jade bottle to appear. He had specifically purchased it to store the divine spring water once he got inside.

He strode toward the door, but just as he was about to touch the handle, he abruptly stopped his movement.

Bai Shen Ting hurriedly handed over silver needles and a porcelain bottle, observing Ye Ling'er's every move with focus and curiosity as she worked with the tools on the table.

Looking at the unrecognizable Su Meixue, Li Xiao’s face showed clear concern, and his questioning voice carried an unavoidable air of authority.

Afterward, the monk Ling Hui reached out to Fu Qingzhu’s forehead. His hand transformed into a tree branch, which rapidly grew into sprawling green vines. In an instant, the vines had completely encased Fu Qingzhu from head to toe.

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The old man did not immediately answer the young man's inquiry, but instead scanned his surroundings before speaking.

Yu Wan nodded, seemingly in complete agreement with Fan Weixin's viewpoint, which gave Fan Weixin the desire to continue speaking.

Su Yuyao was indeed Su Yuqi's younger sister. An Yuexi thought to herself that she should have guessed it sooner; the people of the Su household were all cut from the same cloth.

Moreover, the Xuangui turtle attacked from time to time with its tail. That massive scorpion tail unleashed countless sword beams, each more piercing than the last. Huo Hongjin faced the Xuangui as if she were confronting a warrior armed with a shield and sword.

"Actually, I am a reporter. I have been investigating the yellowcake matter, and William Berson is a crucial lead."

She had tampered with the dress; with a light tug, the outer garment would slide right off. As long as she had intimate contact with the Young Prince Ning, a family that valued reputation so highly would be forced to accept her.

The journey to Mount Shu concluded, and Lin Yi left with Zhao Ling'er, leaving the aftermath for Dugu Yuyun and the others to handle.

The disciples of the Sky Wolf Valley were no match at all. Once the Star-Moon Sky Wolf Array was broken, the valley became a bloody slaughterhouse.

The Heaven-Extinguishing Emperor held a black stone, following the "chicken rib" move Ye Luo had just played, and began the game.

Seeing him about to leave, Jun Zinian hurriedly grabbed him: "The imperial decree is so precious... besides, not many people know of it. If we lose this decree and King Jing arrests everyone on the street..." Wouldn't it become impossible to explain why King Mu was named Crown Prince?

Alexander’s promise to Baal went beyond his due compensation; he also agreed to send his nephew to the Vatican in the future.

Those who did not flee did not wait for death passively. They either raised their blades to slit their own throats or swallowed poison, spilling blood three feet high and dying on the spot.

One must know that in a top-tier aristocratic family, those with cultivation reaching the sixth or even seventh rank of Mad Martial God would never exceed thirty people. These individuals were the elite of the entire family, either core disciples or elders.

Yin Mo smiled silently, sitting halfway up and wrapping his arms around her waist. Hua Lian did not resist, allowing herself to be enveloped by Yin Mo’s scent.

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Song Xin was formidable because she was ruthless enough, relying on her background as the child of a high-ranking official to throw her weight around.

"Big brother was supposed to come pick you up, but the situation is turbulent, and I simply cannot get away from the army. Little Meng, Mother asked you to return because the Zheng family is urging you to marry Ji Qing soon." Yilin’s words skirted the serious issues.

"Alright, why so dramatic? Let's go solve another one!" Jin Ling'er shouted to Ling Yu and Zhao Dashan.

Ling Yu’s gaze flickered. Although he had just escaped a disaster, he still felt a sense of powerlessness. Strength—overwhelming strength—would become increasingly important in the future world.

What? Nian Xianxian’s expression turned to terror. She wanted to ask the reason, but she was unable to utter a single sound.

Liu Changchun frowned, thinking to himself that Zhao Gan must be joking. Did he really think they would drop their guns just because he told them to? Such a tense moment was clearly no time for jokes.

Ancient miracles flashed once more. Ripples appeared in the surroundings, and wherever they passed, the sound of things shattering echoed repeatedly. A starlit radiance emerged beneath Guo Lin’s feet. It seemed as if even the gods could not stop him.

She turned gracefully and walked to the main gate without looking back, so resolute, so decisive.

Ruoyu understood that there were many suspicious elements in the guard's words. She had no connection to that assassin; there was no reason for him to use her in exchange for an antidote.

Thinking of Meng Zhu, he regretted his momentary weakness in letting her go. Now, he truly had no idea what might happen.

For the Cheng Army, the most important thing was that he had received years of rigorous military training in Germany. In the future, he would surely lead the Cheng Army to gallop across the Central Plains. Meng Zhu also understood that Le Hengqing would inevitably become a formidable rival to Situ Xiao.