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The reporters had prepared themselves well for this moment. As Qiu Litao stepped down and Yang Mi came up, their true objective here finally became clear.

Perhaps she should have realized that Shen Mingxi acted as he did for her sake—after all, Shen had given her a promise in person that day.

At the workshop’s entrance, a crowd had gathered. Some chatted casually, others joked around. Yet, the moment Huihuang appeared, the noise died down instantly. They clustered together, faces filled with surprise, eyes warily fixed on these unexpected visitors.

But when that punch flew out, it was accompanied by a fierce gust of wind. Su Can had no time to evade, while Zhang Qihang had already darted between Zhu Tong and Su Can. The punch carried immense power—enough, at the very least, to knock Su Can unconscious.

Today was the dawn ritual of the new month. All those holding military authority of the Qingliu faction’s Yulin army were present in the hall. If Li Xian were to unleash a massacre, no one would be able to resist.

Do you still remember that deep memory, the affectionate gaze of the old dog who was so close to you?

The Zhao brothers hurriedly raised their cannon muzzles and unleashed a fierce barrage at the natives. Dense clusters of dark blue freezing laser beams instantly encased a dozen natives in ice blocks, which shattered heavily upon hitting the ground.

Except for the main leaders of the Allied Forces—Ling Yuanshan, Bob, and others who were absent—nearly all the combat power of the Allied Forces was concealed within this invisible talisman formation.

Before the basketball even fell into the net, Cheng Fei had already turned around, exhaling deeply. A crisp “swish” sounded behind him, followed by a chorus of synchronized gasps from the crowd.

“Ha, one of the three C-level warriors recruited by Ding Yuan,” Luoqi said, stunned for a moment before cursing with a smile.

With the secret exposed, Hinaki Shoya could no longer live in the Hinaki family. She must have left and gone into hiding somewhere.

Tiantian had no intention of letting this incident’s repercussions extend beyond Japan; without evidence, such rumors were just hearsay.

Meanwhile, the high-level martial artist’s body moved continuously as the eight rotating suns rose again, converging and charging toward another beast.

No information could be found online about that thing. Clearly, it was a high-grade item, likely possessed only by those with power and influence. Discovering such two big players, Bai Luo felt somewhat relieved.

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Undoubtedly, the descendant of the time traveler, the counterpart of Saeko Dokajima, belonged to the mutated individuals. Aside from appearance, background, personality, and settings, there were subtle differences.

“Give them spirit stones; they probably can’t handle anything more,” Huang Ying said, pulling out two top-grade spirit stones. Although she was a Lingxu cultivator, the lowest-quality spirit stone she possessed was top-grade; she had never seen medium or low-grade ones.

“We’ve come this far. Even if there are problems, we must press on!” With a heavy stomp, Lei Ying roared fiercely.

After ignition, five missiles soared at 15 meters above sea level, swiftly rushing toward their respective locked targets.

She remembered that a hundred years ago, the Purple Melody Saint Lord had sent her and Jin Lin to the Divine Realm to gather herbs, landing right in this very world.

Guan Kouyuan roared again in his heart. Just then, Masami Shino’s phone suddenly rang.

“Don’t pay attention to those details. The reason he’s called Number Thirty-One is simply because today happens to be the 31st. Besides, don’t you think this scrambled numbering can better confuse the enemy?”

This mech could be piloted by human-machine interface. This time, Xiao Long let the mech slowly soar through the sky on its own.

When they saw the other side’s drooping head clearly, everyone gasped again—it was none other than Outer Sect Elder Xu He.

At that moment, a voice as tender as a child’s came from the distant horizon.

As for Liu Yan and Jiang Xue, they were merely his lovers; naturally, such demands could not be imposed on them.

“Who?!” Wei Er faced the stone archway, needing to know who was coming. He had to ensure that Oli and Peace were safe before seeking out Boris and Captain Yero.

Long Xin and Feng Feiao sat on the carriage, driving the horse-drawn cart, while a Demutu sat atop the carriage roof.

“Lolo, don’t worry. With the young master here, this matter will surely be resolved,” Ivy patted Lolo’s shoulder gently, reassuring her. If Lu Yang said it, Ivy never doubted it.

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The night wind was cold, and the great ship’s progress made the wind howl even more. Xuelihong gazed into the distance with determined eyes—young yet remarkably mature and composed.

With Gan Ning and Jia Xu leading the Yinglong navy, lying in ambush near the river to await the decisive battle among their forces and the armies of Wei, Shu, and Wu, Zhao Yu had no worries. But just as Zhao Yu was deploying troops, Guo Jia came again with an important matter.

After seeing off the courier, Liu Yu immediately went to the tent where Timur had just been settled. Upon entering, he found Timur standing alert, gripping a knife, his pack still on his back.

As for the final golden silk dragon scale tea, it was one of the world’s top ten supreme spirit teas. Though its grade could not compare to true divine spirit teas, it was undoubtedly among the finest immortal-grade teas, ranked alongside Silver Bud Snowtop Tea, Wushan Black Jade Crystal, and Golden Eyebrow Iron Rock Tea as the four peerless beauties of tea.

Reawakening someone’s past-life wisdom and memories and guiding them onto an entirely new cultivation path was clearly no simple task. It required thorough preparation beforehand; otherwise, the consequences could be severe.

Others did not know, but he had long mastered this type of rifle. With a single bullet, he could make it spin at will, manipulating it effortlessly—only Shen San’s suspicion posed a problem.

He strode out, the black robe billowing without wind, immensely proud—almost believing he had already achieved the reputation of the first-generation ancestor of the demonic cult, the Heavenly Demon Patriarch from thousands of years ago.

Everyone present felt the oppressive atmosphere of today’s sacrificial ceremony. A rebellion had just broken out yesterday, led by the third prince about to be crowned king. The emperor, already prone to suspicion, would surely stir chaos in Chang’an city over this matter.

That kind of completely selfless, altruistic act was rare; no one wanted to see it unless absolutely necessary. The two of them were no exception. Though their collections and reserves were abundant, they would not watch so many precious items be abandoned without a fight.

Xiang Yu shook his head helplessly, then quietly called Tie Zhuzi and Wu Jing to follow him away. Just as they left, Shi Jian emerged from the bathroom, wearing a serious expression.