In the crowded preparation area of the international marathon, Jie Xuan, like the other participants, was seated for the final preparations before the start.

A moment passed, and under normal circumstances, with Ma Cao and Er's legwork, catching up to the injured Yuan Tan should have been easy. Unfortunately, Cao Chun inadvertently twisted his ankle.

The praise was due to Su Yan interrupting his speech. He had been talking for a while, some of it even meaningless, not merely because he had been sealed for too long and was eager to speak.

During this time, Li Sen had accumulated the murderous aura from killing over a hundred monsters in a month, refining most of it.

Li Sen took these two treasures without hesitation, carefully examining them in his hands.

In the distant East, at the bifurcation of a river near the entrance of the secret realm, there was a lush forest, shrouded in a misty white haze that obscured visibility from afar.

The five members of the Lao Cheng family clinked their cups together, and at that moment, fireworks from an unknown household outside burst continuously in the night sky, filling the dark canvas with brilliant colors.

Perhaps from my perspective, he has taken a wrong turn, but in his eyes, it may be another path. It's no wonder his previous changes were so drastic; he once seemed determined not to leave the Stupa Tower, yet in the blink of an eye, he no longer wanted to leave.

“Li Lang, I believe the demon he mentioned is the same as the one that attacked you last time. The characteristics match perfectly; what he said must be true. In my opinion, we should rally the men at the port and go to Fangyin Valley to eliminate the demons,” Liu Yinyue softly suggested.

Compared to Ziliang's eloquence, Ma Xiaoqian was not lacking much either. However, a significant portion of Ziliang's stories was fabricated, while Ma Xiaoqian's accounts were mostly factual, based on real events.

Such brutal hand-to-hand combat tested the endurance of both sides—whoever's will was more resolute and whose stamina was more robust would be the ultimate victor.

Fear surged like a tide, and Rilan gazed into the blood-red pupils of the man in black, feeling a vague sense of unease and dread. Under Yi Feng's fierce gaze, she felt no courage to resist and could only nod slightly in helpless agreement.

Figures moved ahead, confidently striding toward the depths of the corridor, where the dim oil lamps flickered in the darkness; each sway revealed numbers on the walls.

In the Ji Gong scroll, the protagonist would travel to all the cities across the nation, seeing who could find their hometown.

Even Cold Moon Fei hadn’t made it onto the cover of Huaxia Weekly; there were hardly any who could. Those who appeared on Huaxia Weekly were true artists.

Yi Feng found it hard to imagine the expression on Qingwei Sword Saint's face upon learning that the Immortal Herb Garden had been burned down, but it was certain that from this day forward, the entire Eastern cultivation world would be shocked by this event.

Although he knew that people like Lin Jie, the head teacher, were exceptions, it had already made him feel disgusted with the entire Yinyang City. There was always that little discomfort, like a fishbone stuck in his throat—unable to spit it out or swallow it down, it would linger and make him feel uneasy upon reflection.

On the very day Su Bo’er broke out, news suddenly appeared online that the Qing Shan forum had surpassed three million registered users, with daily active users exceeding three hundred thousand.

Old Master Xu had low blood pressure, weak heartbeat, and breathing; he was in a state of shock. But what was the cause of this shock?

“Enhancing cultivation? How do I enhance it?” He was shocked, as he understood that what Hong Yu meant by enhancing cultivation was not a straightforward process.

The nurse beside him looked at Gu Mingxian's father, who slumped in the chair with a hint of sympathy. He looked as if he had aged over ten years in an instant, evoking a sense of pity.

The beam of light from the flashlight illuminated the icy walls on either side of the corridor, reflecting a pale and eerie glow, causing an indescribable discomfort.

Seeing her father still hitting her, Xie Lisha finally shed tears of grievance. Without looking back, she angrily got into the car.

Lü Bu quickly stepped forward to support him: "In my army, only General Hou is wholeheartedly loyal. Today we won't discuss other matters; let's raise a toast and speak of our brotherhood. We shall meet again in the Yellow Springs as brothers! Cheers!" Lü Bu tilted his neck back and drank the wine clean.

“No need, you just handle your business,” Chen Hao said, shaking his head slightly, a bit impatiently.

Guo Tu wore a broad smile, constantly waving to the people on either side. Shen Pei frowned tightly; he felt that the people of Wancheng were too ignorant of etiquette. As a deputy commander of Jizhou, he was not only unresponsive but also pointing and gesturing.

“Boom!” In an instant, all eyes in the room focused on Zhu Dali, who began to slowly float upwards, and in his hands appeared two beams of light—a red light and a white light.

In fact, Lin Cheng felt a sense of being targeted, but the large spear truly wore him out, to the point that he sensed danger behind him but was powerless to respond.

Moreover, the oppressive atmosphere in the corridor induced a strong sense of vigilance.

After that, I fainted. When I woke up again, Qu Fatou had already returned home first for treatment.

Feeling a headache, Shi Zhixuan pondered for a moment, realizing there might not be no way to slip through the cracks.

Seeing the seriousness and determination in Shuzu's words, Tiangong Daoist finally came back to his senses. He suddenly understood that he seemed to have overthought things; he had never been on the same wavelength as Shuzu.

“Good, big brother, please travel with peace of mind. I will take good care of your physical body. When you return, I will also see what kind of grand event this is,” the robust man said without hesitation, knowing there were no hidden dangers.

“Duan Haifeng and Qin Xianhao are not here?” Su Shi laughed heartily, laughing so hard that his folding fan fell but he continued to laugh uncontrollably.

But at this moment, Yang Qi suddenly sensed something unusual. It was a change emanating from the material world, as if a door connecting two worlds was swiftly closing.