Volume 1, Chapter 46: Cancan
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The ward where Luan Luan in the Wind was staying was a double room. His hospital bed was located by the window on the inner side, separated from the other bed by a drawn curtain.
One of them wore a suit and possessed an extraordinary bearing, while the other two wore military uniforms with four stars on their shoulders.
After bidding farewell to Song Jinyun, Shen Qingli went to get a replacement SIM card and bought a new phone. Her very first call was made to Zhou Yuze.
Hou Tonghai was completely dazed by the three slaps. His face swelled up like a balloon, and his pretentious composure vanished entirely.
"As the saying goes, a bad reputation precedes you, and fame comes in various forms. The past is the past, but now it's just bizarre," Chu Fei replied unhurriedly.
"Do you know who it is?" Anxious to uncover the truth, Shen Qingli paid no attention to where Gu Heng was taking her.
With the first strike, he plunged the fish-cleaver straight into the neck of the first white man, and before the second white man could react, he delivered a ferocious punch to his face.
Although their side also had some technical personnel searching for the emergence time of the Black Rule Game,
A dozen minutes later, a private jet took off directly from the manor's runway, heading straight for Jinling.
Taking advantage of the chicken stewing in the pot, Lu Hai ran back to his courtyard to pluck a few tender cucumbers topped with lingering blossoms, and pulled a few heads of aged garlic hanging from the roof beam to make a refreshing and appetizing dish of sweet and sour spicy cucumbers.
"Big brother, this Yangu isn't all that impressive after all. And this hotel is far inferior compared to the Cheng family's Shengtian. I really don't understand why the Lin family would build something so shabby," the refined man said indifferently, seeming somewhat dissatisfied with the room.
Li Xunhuan quickly followed. These personal guards had no idea of the old man's terrifying strength. Even if a few more True Saints rushed up, the result would remain the same; numerical advantage alone could not decide the outcome. If he did not follow closely, casualties would occur, and once anyone died, even the numerical advantage would cease to exist.
The Demon race could never understand nor imagine that Huo Yun would launch such a fierce offensive while he was still unsteady on his feet, leaving him scrambling to parry and forcing him to retreat step by step.
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Zhang Zhoulong's hands trembled as he had no idea how to administer first aid to Tang Zongyan. He could only drag the overly terrified Yongguang aside and look toward Chen Qianqian for help.
Li Xuetong and Sun Jing walked out of the hotel, strolling along the tree-lined avenue to enjoy a relaxed and leisurely time.
Jiang Yiyang also drew his sword from its scabbard and leaped off his horse. Seeing this, Ying Jiu flashed the silver whip at his waist and vaulted upward.
"I say, since you refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit!" With that, channeling his inner strength into his palm, he gripped her arm tightly, causing her to wail in agony.
However, even so, during the previous battle, the Divine Emperor had defeated Feng Xiaochi, Chou Qian, and Fang Hua.
Combined with this intense, large-scale ghostly wind, the entire sixth floor transformed into a human purgatory, filled everywhere with murky, pitch-black vapor.
The Qinghong Sword was an unparalleled divine weapon forged by the ancestors of the Ling family using a piece of millennium-old cold iron. With a gentle wave, it could sever iron like mud. Relying on this sword, the Ling family had established their prestige in the pugilistic world and founded their sect, but regrettably, the lineage was broken by Ling Yu's generation.
Oddly enough, Chen Lu was clearly male, yet when he raised his head, there was no Adam's apple to be seen on his neck.
A piercing shriek rang out directly. Simultaneously, the blood bat flapped its wings frantically, channeling waves of force into the sonic wave and rendering it exceptionally formidable.
Chen Yi's arrival was extremely abrupt, and without notifying anyone, he stepped straight into the imperial palace of the Xuyang Empire. Naturally, with his strength, no one could possibly discover him.
Hu Buyu, who had originally worn a cyan scholar's robe, was now covered entirely in blood—not belonging to others, but spewed from his own mouth. Not a shred of his scholarly elegance or previous arrogance remained.
"Very well, I agree." Chen Yi looked into Xu Tian's eyes and nodded heavily. He had always been a man of his word. In truth, if that day ever truly arrived, sparing the Xu family would be nothing; relying on the Xu family alone, they could never stir up any storms.
Yet upon hearing words implying a parasitic descent and the intention to occupy his physical body, the latter's mind went completely blank. Out of nowhere, the notion of "soul seizure" popped into his head, instantly sending a surge of cold qi rushing upward. He froze stiff on the ground, forcing out a smile far uglier than tears.
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He happened to see Qi Bao walking toward Elder Yinzhu, holding something in his hand as he drew close to her.
Not long ago, the cultivation of Big Dipper in World 101 had garnered a massive wave of popularity, and now Ren Beibei had immediately been sent over, whose live broadcast generated thousands of rocket tips. In Manager Sun's view, Douyu's dominance in the live-streaming industry would likely remain unshaken for a short time to come.
He truly could not fathom what kind of entity could make the strongest disciple willingly assist them.
"Take a message back to Yuan Fei: if you all wish for revenge, we of the Nine Heavens Demon Domain will take it on..." Xing Tian said toward the spot where the old woman had descended, his voice like a resounding bell. Though arrogant, it carried an indescribable sense of dominance.
Long Fei glanced around and nodded slightly, clearly quite satisfied with everyone's performance.
However, it could at least stall Chen Shuai's figure and movements, and for Duan Zhongyao, that was precisely the desired effect.
Wu Yulin tilted his head slightly, gazing at her already grim expression. Indeed, no matter who it was, no one would feel pleasant being targeted for no reason by someone from Zhongbei. It seemed he needed to have a serious talk with Gao Xinyue and could no longer let her act so willfully.
His reputation had always been rather poor—covetous of wealth, bloodthirsty, and fond of molesting young boys. Yet, he was utterly loyal to the Prince of Liao, fighting with the reckless desperation of a madman in battle, making him one of the Prince of Liao's most capable and cherished generals.
Sure enough, there existed the Ultimate Realm. A Supreme Divine Sense perception must have detected some traces, hence this inquiry.
The two exchanged remarks back and forth, completely ignoring Wu Yulin, who was still standing aside burning with indignation. Wu Yulin stepped further toward Wu Yiyang, fixing him with an livid glare.
Suddenly, a sharp sword pierced through the void, directly tearing open the barrier of the world and entering the Heavenly Stele Realm.
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