Chapter 32

Similarly, as he came under attack from Beigong Mo, a surging torrent of powerful spiritual energy flooded into Beigong Mo’s body.

Looking further down, his face darkened. Yang Yuting and Lin Yiran were both by his side, looking puzzled at Zhang Yang’s expression. When they leaned in to look at the computer, they both burst into laughter, doubling over.

Li Mu’er suddenly didn’t know how to answer. Was it the cause you planted, the momentum pushed by Zheng Jinlian, and the hand dealt by the Empress?

By 6:00 PM, night had fallen, and a round, bright moon hung high in the sky unnoticed.

Then, since Li Yuanfang was already severely wounded, why didn’t Jin Mulan kill him first before going to Jiangzhang to kill Di Renjie? Why guide Li Yuanfang to find Di Renjie, only to kill them both once they had reunited?

In a private room opposite the stage where Zhang Bin and his group were, a middle-aged man around forty with a square face and a slightly plump build nodded with satisfaction.

Long Leihuo nodded repeatedly in agreement, preparing to liquidate the property they had returned and send them daily necessities every month to improve their lives.

"Uh..." Zhang Yang was completely stunned. A princess? It seemed there was only one princess in the current Huaxia imperial family, and Princess Danyang was only eight years old, right?

Zhang Yang cursed his own loose tongue internally—truly, one often loses out by saying too much. Yet, keeping a straight face, he said, "Are you finished with yours?" and, as usual, persistently pulled Lin Yiran into his arms.

"What kind of leaves are these? They feel so strange!" They moved forward slowly, not noticing the vines beneath their feet shifting imperceptibly.

IGS temporarily changed their tactics again, shifting from hunting for kills to camping and pushing. With their silence ultimate for counter-engaging, even with a 4k gold deficit, they still had a chance to fight back.

If it turned out not to be him, then everything was fine. But if it was, then there was no difference between running and not running; the boy’s power was beyond question.

In any case, helping others with medical treatment was something he had brought upon himself. Who told him to study the body of a Jonin? Some things, once started, cannot be easily ended.

Li Yan felt a sharp pain in his temples. Such a mental assault was enough to make an ordinary person bleed from their seven orifices and die.

Just after finishing a match, his Sky-Link suddenly rang. It was Blade Warrior calling. He hadn't been in touch with Blade Warrior for months; the last time they met was over a year ago, at his wedding with Sara.

Such incidents were rare at first, but gradually they became common, until eventually, entire villages and towns were destroyed by being caught in the fighting.

Hearing this, everyone was shocked, especially Kunpeng. As one who had lived since the primordial era, he naturally knew the two demons, Baize and Bifang. Back then, they had both served under the Holy Emperor Taiyi, and their status was not even as high as his own.

Given that the "Life-Preserving Medical Classic" is extremely cumbersome and complex, obtaining the associated blessings may require long-term study and practice, with the specific time depending on the wearer’s intelligence and comprehension.

Damn it, money gives a hero courage; let's do this deal! He had originally promised to teach Xiu Yi the basics of combat, but for a Third-Order warrior whose style was already set, changing it was harder than ascending to heaven. He said, "Growth is inseparable from experience. There are some things I cannot teach. If it’s just guiding the general direction..." Feng Yi shrugged noncommittally.

He stared at Yun Hu, his gaze exceptionally guarded, yet he secretly focused his attention on the fat man calling for help. His thoughts raced.

Qinghai waved his hand, and dozens of beast souls appeared before Lin Ye. Most were of white quality, but there were two or three purple ones, which were extremely rare for Lin Ye.

Finally, he enjoyed the treatment reserved for the direct descendants of super-factions and great families, no longer needing to waste time searching for exotic beasts one by one.

Standing high above on the green stone steps, the leaders of the top silver families of Yunzhou, such as Chu Zhaoshen and Yu Baiyun, hurried down together.

They nimbly pulled apart the leaves of those plants, processed them by hand into a net-like structure, and hung them to dry on the steel bars and wires above, seemingly to block the sunlight and avoid direct exposure to ultraviolet rays.

Wang Kunlin and Guan Zhenpeng stepped forward to shake his hand, then looked up and pointed at the person in the white coat, the implication self-evident.

When Bruce said he could originally contend with him, the true meaning was that, even if he couldn't win in a fight, he would at least have had a chance to escape.

Today, however, she was recognized once again by this girl who looked like she couldn't even truss a chicken?

"This is the power after visceral crystallization. This guy has evolved at least his heart and lungs—one for explosive power, one for sharpness. Combined with the naturally powerful physique of a Giant Centaur, it resulted in a strike that surpassed the Bronze Sun Body." Hua Xian-shou’s eyes darted, staring fixedly at Qi Tian’s sturdy back.

He never expected that Ye Feng would be so strong, capable of going head-to-head with a Demon-Slayer beneath the Death Emperor.

A marriage contract made in a moment of crisis—it was irresponsible to himself, and unfair to Shen Junwen.

"They actually came," Zhenji said, watching the two figures that had suddenly appeared before the Three Legendary Birds once again.