As the two of them led Beiming Xue out, people continuously greeted them along the way.

"The weakness of Ze Wei Ke Yu lies in his soul. Only a mental attack can disrupt his form, returning him to soil, though he can quickly reassemble and transform back into Ze Wei Ke Yu." Seeing Hughes about to engage in a direct confrontation, Quan He quickly warned him.

Since the knife wound was to the lower back, it didn’t reach the internal organs. The main issue was blood loss, but fortunately, Fu Qu had the right medicine to stop the bleeding.

The key point was that the other party spoke so casually, as if they truly had no idea of Gao Linhua’s identity.

At the same time, he wanted to make it clear to Yan Hao that Beiming Changfeng was fully capable of protecting the person he cared about and didn’t need any intervention.

Unable to search for He Youyou over a long distance, it could only push Su Xiaoying to start a war against the Lion Tribe.

"Having only one type of content isn’t ideal; we need something fresh to attract a wider audience to Shambodi Television," Luo Hong explained.

The day after the new concubine entered the palace, news spread that Shangguan Ce had taken two concubines in a single day.

After Lan Feng and the others left, Murong Jiujiao and Beiming Changfeng exchanged a glance, then returned to their seats.

Though the officers in the tent didn’t fully understand what was happening, seeing their commander back in his previous, heroic form naturally lifted their spirits.

Hua Shangxue raised her brow, knowing the words were meant for her, so she obediently sat down, ready to hear what Hua Xiadao had to say.

I nodded; I’d already noticed these things long ago. Now, with a higher level, it wasn’t as easy to obtain equipment, especially the rare high-level purple items.

There was no choice. Though he had brought Hua Shangxue back, she was not someone he could handle however he wanted.

Could it be... Am I truly getting old? No... even if it’s true, I can’t let them find out.

After walking for a while, General Kokoro finally saw the magnificent palace looming in the distance and let out a sigh of relief. He had finally delivered the person safely.

For this, Princess Sima Jing ran crying into the palace, begging Sima Qing to let her divorce Yuchi Gong and stay in Zhaoyang City.

I sighed, sitting down beside the city wall, with my blood-red sword leaning at my side. Murong Shanshan crouched down next to me, hugging her white knees, silently watching me.

I pretended to sip my coffee, but out of the corner of my eye, I saw a subtle smile tugging at the corner of Murong Shanshan’s mother’s mouth, as though she wanted to laugh but held it in.

On stage, Xianyu Fu and Qiu Ju had already battled for twenty rounds without a winner. Though Xianyu Fu was strong, he couldn’t land a hit on the nimble Qiu Ju, and he grew anxious, constantly looking for a chance to win.

“Chief, all of this started because of him. That man is a rogue, oppressing honest people, and I wanted to teach him a lesson. But then this guy suddenly jumped in and beat me up!” Zheng Yu stepped forward, accusingly pointing at Yang Lin.

Win or lose, Gao Dashuang recorded the results, then led Lei Zhan and the Thunder Strike team off the training field.

But in an instant, Hongjun's face darkened, "So it was Tongtian all along—no wonder he’s so confident."

He would occasionally advise Ninth Uncle and Four-Eyed Daoist on their cultivation, helping them gradually open the Heavenly Bridge and activate their inner meridians.

This restaurant was some distance from the Northern Garrison, but not too far. Jiang Banxia and the others had just reached the ground floor when they met up with their people.

Hearing Xitao’s words, Maria finally calmed down. A tear slid down her cheek as she began to recount everything she remembered in a soft voice.

“Master Qingyuan, I must trouble you.” Fengshen forced a weak smile, and at a glance from Qingyuan, he suddenly stepped forward and exchanged a few moves with Feng Xue.

After the terrifying shadow disappeared, the negative energy in Gus’s wound remained, impossible to eliminate. This sinister energy far exceeded the maximum limit of out-of-control pollution. Though similar in essence to Gus's own negative energy, its level was completely different.

“There’s no need,” he said, bitterly, as he touched his now-numb leg.

Han Xinrui hugged her best friend tightly, her cheeks and neck flushed pink, her eyes glistening, a gentle smile on her lips.

The source of the loud crash was the battlefield where Huang Yu and the Dark “Yin” Saint Son were fighting furiously, unaware of anything happening around them.

But as we passed by the discipline office, we were suddenly called over by the head instructor. I knew we were in for another lecture.

The situation on the field suddenly shifted, and the crowd in the stands erupted. According to the original plan, I was supposed to keep Marlowne busy, but then I remembered the web shooter in my bag, and a wicked idea flashed in my mind.

As Brother Leopard spoke, he had already rushed out the door, and Tongchui gave a signal to Ah Dong, who immediately nodded and followed Brother Leopard out.

A phoenix’s cry echoed through the heavens, audible even in the Immortal Realm. The Phoenix Talisman, painted with Song Wan’s blood and amplified with a secret technique, stunned everyone with the powerful energy it contained.

TL NOTE: Please don't skimp on the stars for the translation - I'd really like to see how far Leon goes and how far we can increase the number of chapters. Thanks~!

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