Xiangzhu... is she worried about him?

Sasuke collapsed to the ground, coughing heavily, his eyes blazing with a fierce, blood-red glare as he stared dead at his older brother.

Young people together are boisterous and reckless; can they even be called youths if they aren't reckless, even though they only have the thinnest wisps of facial hair on their lips?

Yang Min's face flushed slightly as she spoke. It wasn't that she begrumbled the silver, but rather that her purse was truly tight—aside from the wages of the past few months which remained mostly untouched, she had no other money to speak of.

If these ninjutsus were unleashed upon her, she would surely be reduced to ashes. Even if she miraculously survived, what difference would it make once she was turned to dust?

The death squad member remained silent. Putting aside whether he could win or not, simply out of regard for the fact that Liu Yi was the husband of Guild Master Qiao, he would not be like that reckless brute of a death squad member who directly rolled up his sleeves and started a fight.

Seeing this, Shi Peng immediately stepped forward to support Qin Huairu, who took hold of his arm and sat down on the stone doorstep at the courtyard entrance.

Just now, her maneuvers had far exceeded her usual intensity, as her master had channeled a great deal of spiritual energy into her during her dream.

The chilling, bone-freezing voice echoed through the empty villa, sounding just like a netherworld king from hell, making one's blood freeze straight to the marrow.

The sweet fruit juice instantly flooded her mouth, and that long-lost sense of happiness reached the depths of her heart in an instant.

Bai Lu was startled inwardly. Just as she moved to dodge, she saw the fire snake suddenly burst apart, dispersing into a cloud of white smoke.

With just over thirty seconds left before the end, Kele finally finished his dish and rang the bell.

The words had barely left her lips when Feng Xiaya walked over from the side. Unbeknownst to when, the pearl milk tea in her hand had been replaced by a large bottle of cola, already more than half empty.

Wulan Zhuoya's analysis was crystal clear, but if one were to examine it closely, even if it contained nine parts of truth, there was still one part driven by selfish motives—namely, that she did not wish to witness a war between the Wu and Demon clans, nor did she want to see a scene of rivers of blood.

Half an hour later, they finally reached their destination. When Tiansheng laid eyes on the scene before him, he was truly struck dumb with awe.

The fruiting of the Primordial Astral Tree relied on drawing upon the supreme Heavenly Cycle Astral Forces of the higher realms of the Divine-Demon Battlefield from the void. But what would happen if the Primordial Astral Tree were located right in the higher realms of the Divine-Demon Battlefield itself? The Heavenly Cycle Astral Forces it could absorb would likely be millions upon millions of times greater than those in the middle realms of the Divine-Demon Battlefield. Just what kind of supreme treasure would the resulting Primordial Astral Fruits be?

Upon arriving at the East China Sea coast, the human race began driving away the local demon clans, truly treating the coast as their main base to develop. Meanwhile, Mu Sen and the three others set about establishing the sacred inheritance ground of the human race. This matter brook no delay; only once the sacred ground was completed could they truly set their minds at ease.

However, little did they know that everything they had done had already been recorded by Qin Ming using his mobile phone. Both their conversations and their actions of flipping through the test papers were captured with crystal clarity.

Yi seemed to be resting his eyes with them closed. Without even opening them, his right hand reached out toward the tea table, aiming precisely for the cup of hot tea Tiansheng had just brought over.

Yet, after probing with just a few sentences, he discovered that Li Cheng knew nothing about the unwritten rules of prominent and aristocratic families, exuding a heavy aura of a penniless loser. This instantly set his mind at ease, as he knew that Lu Baojun's pride would never allow her to take a fancy to an ordinary person.

It was precisely at this critical moment that a chilling voice suddenly approached from afar. This voice was as powerful as the supreme and fierce Lion's Roar Skill, carrying immense destructive force.

"Haha! With Mr. Genya's assistance, what is there that I cannot accomplish? I don't think we need to wait until tomorrow; that Russian might well be dealt with today!" Bryant also burst into loud laughter.

He was capable of attacking that fellow, but the other party could easily obliterate him in a split second—wasn't this a terribly cruel reality? "What kind of space is this? Why have I descended to this place?" Suddenly, this celestial being turned around, stared at Monkey D. Luffy, and simultaneously picked up the long spear that had just fallen beside him.

Who was worthy of truly moving his emotions? His emotions would never interfere with his rationality; instead, they would only complement his rationality to form an integrated whole.

Deep in his heart, Luffy began to eagerly anticipate the performance of these armorships manufactured by his own country, even though these suits of armor were not genuinely produced by the state.

Gael wore a smile, thoroughly satisfied with his own performance. He believed that Wang Biao would find it extremely difficult to handle this blow. It seemed that only after falling into depravity could an angel's innate talents truly and fully manifest. However, the smile vanished from his face a split second later.

Fu Yuyao was pulled into Lin Xifan's embrace and fiercely kissed. Although she felt somewhat shy, her concern for Lin Xifan's health ultimately outweighed her shyness, and so she wore a look of tender care.

Although there were still many events lined up afterward, such as the press conference and the municipal government hosting a reception for the reporters, Lin Feng couldn't be bothered to attend those. After bidding farewell to Du Lin, he departed first.

Her mysophobia stemmed not only from habit, but was deeply rooted in both her body and soul. The mere thought that a man had seen her bathing was simply unforgivable.

"Haha, Collins, you don't need to be so nervous. Rest assured, I come with no malicious intent this time." Seeing Collins on high alert, Denat couldn't help but find it amusing, while also feeling a trace of excitement within his heart.

A very solemn funeral was held that day. As Master Dagu's corpse was engulfed by roaring flames, Lin Xifan knelt on the ground and kowtowed toward the pyre, both out of respect for his master and in cherished memory of his elder.

"Tyr is not one of our Æsir; he is the god of war of the Vanir, holding a position equivalent to mine!" Thor spoke up at that moment. In Norse mythology, both Thor the thunder god and Tyr the war god were deities presiding over warfare, though divided into two divine clans: the Æsir and the Vanir.

At the scene, Qi Yu and Fang Suyuan were also utterly astonished. They had never imagined that Zhao Kuangyin could become this powerful, with his speed and vital energy surging twofold out of nowhere. Yet they knew full well that Zhao Kuangyin could never possibly possess such a terrifying level of strength.

Tang Yanli, Tang Lin, along with Tang Mengmeng's stepmother and stepbrother, all stared at Chu Feng with extremely unsightly expressions.

The television broadcasted it live with exceptionally clear imagery. Viewers could witness the brutal and tragic slaughter, and hear the agonizing cries of the wounded and maimed. Audiences across the globe were shaken to their core, filled with profound compassion and grief.

When Ling Dong sat down, Xun'er sat down in her chair looking quite depressed, eating with her head lowered. Yet she felt as though she were chewing on wax, as the bitterness in her heart completely ruined the taste in her mouth.