As time flowed endlessly forward, it required an exceptionally long time to pass. This clearly demonstrated the elementary laws of time, indicating the gradual, unceasing passage of time.

Upon entering, the entire place was decorated with colorful lights, radiating a joyful and festive atmosphere, a clear sign of how lively and bustling this martial arts contest truly was.

She wore a tight black leather jacket with matching tight leather pants, perfectly accentuating her slender figure. Her feet, bare and unbothered, pressed against the ground, exposing her smooth, pale skin.

Unlike me, Zhou Cong’s stance was distinctly different. He assumed a classic Taekwondo guard, with one hand drawn back to his waist and the other raised defensively in front of him.

Hu Xixi dressed formally today, donning a black and white silk collared dress paired with satin high heels. She wore a teardrop necklace around her neck, and her hair was styled up into a neat bun, secured with a hair tie studded with tiny crystals. She exuded an air of elegance mixed with an efficient, capable demeanor.

The rise of the real estate industry brought barrels of wealth to real estate companies in China. Naturally, Hu Xixi felt envious, though she knew she didn’t have the capability to match it.

Qian Butea glanced around at his fellow directors and noticed that thirteen of them sat with slouched heads. Only Fan Jianqiang was still fanning himself, clearly feeling warm even in the cold winter air.

“Mom, who are those people?” asked Champion as he wrapped an arm around Hu Xixi’s shoulders. Handsome and radiant, he was a full head taller than Hu Xixi, but their shared features—large eyes, thick eyebrows, and subtle dimples—highlighted their familial resemblance.

The two of them, now encircled by two separate groups, had to carefully devise a strategy in their minds to handle the situation.

Everyone listened intently to Huang Fu's speech. His calm and composed words, filled with resolute confidence, gradually restored everyone’s spirits, filling them with renewed confidence. Finally, Huang Fu ordered the troops to evacuate the wounded, lighten their load, break free from the enemy's encirclement, and head straight to Yonghu.

Believing she had made her intentions clear, Gui Chan lifted a wine jug and poured a full glass for Gong Ren, then filled her own. She raised her glass and said, “I toast to Brother Gong Ren, a man of loyalty and honor.” With that, she downed the contents in one swift motion.

You ask me why it felt so real? Because I saw it vividly—the bloodthirsty, murderous look in Magos’s eyes and the gleam of his sharp claws as he charged at Gaia and me.

Suddenly feeling hungry, I pulled out some food and began eating. I needed to stay calm and show no fear of the darkness to intimidate my hidden enemies.

It seemed as if Xiahau Zichen truly left. Puyuzi wouldn’t lie to her, so why hadn’t he said goodbye?

“I don’t understand what’s wrong with me,” Ouyang Huo Wu said with a laugh. “Body like a model’s, looks that rival any star’s. Skills? Well, you could test those yourself. So why can’t I seem to satisfy you?”

Ha! Did you really think I didn’t see it all? I watched every detail, right down to the three of you getting beaten up.

Arnes’s booming voice was terrifying. I shivered as we all stood back-to-back, keeping a 360-degree watch around us without any blind spots.

“Boss, if you don’t act soon, they’re going to get away,” a guy with a mini submachine gun whispered as he watched the group on the shore.

Yu Rulong had become addicted to live streaming. Every morning, as long as Wang Hao wasn’t driving her, she would start up her livestream to chat with her fans, even while walking to school.

That evening, he planned to attend Jiang Yuyan’s birthday celebration, and she reminded him to change into something appropriate.

Manager Mao, like he was presenting a rare treasure, brought out a bag of red chilies. They were small but packed an incredibly spicy aroma.

When Wu Shang was left with nowhere to run, an overpowering force swept across Pingchuan City, leaving the weak paralyzed, unable to even control their bodies.

Qin Qingwu’s cheeks were still flushed as she stared blankly at the piece of white jade in her hand, a thin veil of tears glistening in her eyes.

Shen Xuemei’s heart raced. This was the first time Mu Chen had made a move, and it made her forget her outfit. At that moment, all she could see was Mu Chen; she ignored the curious stares from the car sales staff. To her, Mu Chen was her world.

Initially, he had told Li Ruodan he was going to teach Xiaxia martial arts, but his sudden appearance at the orphanage added a mysterious twist. If not handled well, it could lead to big trouble.

An eighteen-to-one chance might be low, but the scarier part was that if they couldn’t access all eighteen powers, their fate would be sealed the moment they entered the fourth dimension.

The two hurried back, determined to retrieve Li Tian, but this route reminded everyone of their recent failure—last time, Sasuke had taken the same path when he defected, only to end in failure, leaving them all heavily injured.

Liu Changchun felt like he’d struck gold. Many years later, as he single-handedly defended against a massive army, laughing amidst the chaos, he would look back on today’s events with a sense of fortune.

Within two generations, all of the younger ranks would change, and Bei Gui and his peers would soon age out of the Ascension rankings.

This didn’t concern Meng Fan. He returned to the greenhouse, not bothering with Da Duhan. A quick inquiry revealed that the two girls were at the cafeteria, finding food for the leopard cub.

“This meat is amazing!” Lei Teng praised sincerely as security staff and medics stood nearby, enviously watching others relish the aromatic pork.

No wonder the group of escorts we encountered this morning didn’t attack; they must have had a plan. Xu Shaoyu wasn’t slow-witted—he quickly pieced it together and admired Li Tianqi’s sharp intuition and analytical skills.