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With a sharp crack, the bones throughout the seventh-grade warrior bandit's body shattered completely, and he collapsed limply to the ground.

"You're ready? What on earth are you ready for? A rookie who has never set foot on a battlefield dares to claim he is ready?" Siegert tapped his knuckles against the table as he spoke, finally slamming his palm down flat on the desk by the third question.

"I bought this from a restaurant, and it cost..." At this point, Qingtong looked somewhat embarrassed.

"It seems our situations are completely identical..." I mused, snatching the cell phones of Dead Disciple and Li Zhisheng to check their call logs. Although Li Zhisheng and Dead Disciple, sitting on the sofa, did not quite understand what I was trying to do, they made no move to snatch their phones back, simply letting me inspect them.

Legend has it that the Fusang tree is the nemesis of ghost cultivators. Regardless of your cultivation level, even if you are already a Divine Transformation Ghost Sovereign, within the area covered by the Fusang tree, a soul body can persist for at most one hour before being dissolved.

The video clip headlined by Xu Qian played, featuring nothing more than standard congratulatory remarks completely devoid of originality.

"Human life?" He Jiaxian looked somewhat puzzled. This was merely about ensuring Fang Yuyan could live a normal life; how did it get entangled with a human life? Could it be, as Aunt Mei said, that the Fang family most likely had no intention of keeping that child at all?

The Thin Immortal hesitated deeply, pondering without a word. Xuan Gui said, "If you won't agree, I won't force you. I'm leaving." With that, she turned as if to walk away. The Thin Immortal hastily blurted out, "I can, I can. I agree, I agree," his tone laden with deep helplessness.

No way, Gong Ruixin was stunned. She truly never expected things to turn out like this. Well, nobody in this day and age is foolish.

The person who was flaunting their happiness just a second ago was crying and begging to kneel down the next, acting like they had a split personality.

"Did this Clan Head give you permission to leave?" Gazing at the stubborn figure walking toward the tent exit, Long Yinxuan experienced a swirling mixture of emotions.

Upon reaching the fourth floor, he discovered that the layout was identical to the first floor, featuring a bedroom, kitchen, and a large hall. Although the area could not compare to the first floor, it was definitely spacious enough for Lu Chen and his cute pet.

Although Li Yuanqing was furious at Gu Shao's covetous intentions toward Liu Pan'er, upon second thought, it only proved how exceptional Liu Pan'er was. He was Liu Pan'er's husband, and he was even more exceptional—at least far superior to Gu Shao.

Amidst the rhythmic pounding of the heavy timber, the city gate collapsed with a thunderous crash.

Madam Huo spoke with polished tact, but beneath her pleasantries, the subtext was clear: take the money and get away from my son immediately.

"Why have you gone back to looking so aloof?" Su Yi'an cast a faint glance at him, picked up his cup, and took a small sip.

Hovering high above, Lu Chen unleashed a Fireball Technique, directly blasting the huge boulder apart. The moment the boulder exploded and magma splattered in all directions, Lu Chen lunged downward fiercely.

Through questioning earlier, Zhao Zhiquan learned that although the old man named Xu was called an old man, he was only forty-eight years old—not much older than Zhao Zhiquan's son, Zhao Fuxiang. He only looked aged due to a lifetime of fishing by the sea, weathered by wind and sun.

Partly because Madam Liu could not bear to use up all the cloth at once, and partly because she was simply too busy. Now that there was no wasteland to clear and no fields to till, she could make more clothes. With no shortage of money, there was no need to shortchange herself.

Actually, he could have asked her directly, but he felt a bit too prideful to do so. Besides, the Yu family had too many children, and the palace attendants probably could not keep track of all their given names, leaving him with no choice but to come to Yu Ziqin to fish for information indirectly.

Xiao Linfeng stopped talking as well, saying, "I've never tasted a spirit beast with this kind of bloodline before," and swallowed hard as he spoke.

Ji Ge looked hesitatingly at Yu Yangxi, who nodded in response. With a sigh, Ji Ge departed first.

For days, Yisha had been unable to eat properly. Her cheeks had sunken drastically, and her brow was deeply furrowed with worry. Her sorrowful expression was an exact mirror of the look she wore when her loved ones passed away. The King of Loulan felt a pang of deep heartache, yet other than offering silent care, he was clumsy at doing anything else.

In an instant, only three people remained in the stone chamber. Yu Ziqin smoothed out her cloak and found a seat for herself. Keeping her body turned slightly to the side, she refused to look at the two individuals whose expressions hovered uncertainly between detachment and subtle amusement.

Regarding these newly created eyes formed from the origin of the Void Heavenly Demons, his comprehension could only reach ninety-nine percent.

There was a hint of discontent hidden within Xi Cheng's words. This was the first time he had ever lost his temper at his own son on account of an outsider.

Whenever she recalled everything from that night, she felt utterly nauseated. Suddenly her expression shifted, and she rushed into the bathroom to vomit.

3. You can view the information and profiles of all football players, identifying the strengths and weaknesses of their physical conditioning simply by silently chanting to call up a player's profile.

"Could it be that Yang Biao holds a grudge against this Feng Renliang?" The fans watching the match instinctively had this thought.

Across the vast lands of China, the poorer the region, the more rampant corruption became. The situation in Wotou County was utterly shocking. Even with Guo Dalong's seasoned state of mind, he was deeply startled upon seeing the files gathered by his fellow martial artists.

Clang! With a crisp metallic sound, something seemed to have been unlocked. Yun Qi suddenly felt a beam of strong light shining directly into his eyes. Stimulated by the glare, Yun Qi instinctively squinted, gradually waking up from his unconscious state.

Ding Rou, sitting on the edge of the bed, curled her lip in disdain. Just a moment ago, she had been consumed by sorrow—had she not been scammed by that guy with the ID "A Cart of Salted Fish"?

The rapid-fire exchange between the two, laden with a massive amount of information, left Song Ming—who was already somewhat lost—even more bewildered. Seeing that their conversation had finally come to a temporary halt, he could not help but ask.

With a loud "Bang!", his right fist slammed fiercely against the target pad of the punch strength tester.

With that, Yun Qi waved his large hand, and countless nano-particles materialized out of the void, forming a massive, heavily armed weapon by his side.

Until the five of them returned safely to a spot not too far from the camp, Ye An finally pulled the sock out of the rescued hostage's mouth and prepared to untie him, only for the latter to immediately let out a complaint.

Both of them stared at Ye Lu with bewildered, question-mark expressions, feeling both skeptical and curious about the sudden new term "Qi state." Yet, after looking at each other and then back at the old man collapsed on the ground, neither of them could sense what this so-called Qi state actually was.

"Have you figured it out? Want revenge on Yu Tianheng? Want to gain infinite power?" A voice awakened her consciousness, pulling her back to clarity.

With a swift "whoosh," Ye Lu dashed out of the speed tester's zone, then controlled his momentum to begin a natural, gradual deceleration, coming to a complete stop only after sliding another five or six meters forward.