Ye Zihao shook his head, thinking that if someone were targeting him, they might go after his close friends, or perhaps Wang Tao, Liu Pojun, or others around him.

By then, not to mention thinking about the fellow cultivators in the Immortal Realm, the entire world of Tianyuan would be plunged into devastation. Lin Chengfei's own family and friends might not even survive.

Ye Fan didn’t completely destroy Han Yuntao’s soul but instead damaged his spirit body, causing him to lose his cultivation.

Even the warriors from the Saint Domain Nation secretly say that their current benefits are better than those during the Saint Domain Nation's peak.

Xiao Jian and Jiang Zetian, who had been watching Shen Hao closely, were now struggling to protect themselves and had no time to consider ambushing Shen Hao. Over ten people had formed a defensive formation.

The old man struck the ground forcefully with his cane, sending a terrifying force crashing toward Yun Jinxiu’s face.

Su Qin chuckled internally but kept a neutral expression as he bowed to Mei, saying, “You flatter me, Your Lordship.”

“This is a good thing. If he wants to train, let him train. A man should have such resolve.” Beiming You's voice suddenly echoed.

At this moment, an elder of the Dark Demon Clan emerged from behind the Seven Tribulations Demon Lord, respectfully inquiring in a tone typical of a loyal servant.

“How would Shi Yao know people like this? How did she come into contact with them?” Shi Jin frowned, her expression growing serious.

Yu Wanwan looked at the man with wary eyes, so she didn’t notice that Qin Yang, whom she was holding, was carefully watching the man approaching them.

Liu Jin sat in a courtyard in Xihua Gate, examining the map of the capital, feeling an inexplicable chill as if something was about to happen.

Ying Le’s whole body shook as war markings appeared on his forehead. An intense true energy surged forth, and at that moment, streaks of lightning began to surround him, sharpening his gaze.

“You all have clear goals, but I feel lost, uncertain of the path I should choose,” Yao Yunqing said with a face full of sorrow.

Both fighters were second-rank martial artists, and their strength and aura far exceeded those of first-rank martial artists.

Thus, Lu Mingjun was unanimously elected as the chairman of the Tianmei Group.

"Jiao Jiao!" He Cang called out in concern, his sword emitting a dazzling light. Seeing Tu Jiao Jiao in danger, he poured all his spiritual power into his sword without hesitation.

A young playboy approached them, insisting that they drink more, making it clear that refusal wasn’t an option.

Ye Cang furrowed his brows slightly, watching the figure intently. Even as she carefully observed and created an opening, he remained oblivious.

The Xia family was initially hopeful. If only things went as Shuyuan said, then after Shuhui’s marriage, she could live next door to them. This way, Xia could always look after her, ensuring Shuhui wouldn’t suffer.

It was like her dream of changing this Ninja World, of redeeming Orochimaru and bringing him back to Konoha.

Last year, the Zhou Dynasty didn’t pay tribute to Nanli, and the Emperor of Nanli didn’t mind; after all, these tributes were insignificant, and given Nanli’s national strength, no one would take the impoverished Zhou Dynasty seriously.

Driven by some mysterious force, numerous water snakes charged at Tianpeng, and water plants wrapped around Tianpeng's legs.

Master Song broke out in a sweat from Shuyuan’s words. However, since the conversation had reached this point, the blockage in his heart seemed to dissolve.

“This bead’s shape is very similar to our Feng Clan’s sacred artifact, the Feng Yan Wheel!” Feng Wuchen quickly pointed out.

At the dinner gathering, aside from a few key figures from the movie, like Chen Ziming and Wen Ran, there were only two writers and two assistant directors—no investors at all, making the group look rather sparse.

Huang Rong looked at the layout of Guiyun Manor with an odd expression, unable to hide her surprise as she entered the manor with other members of the martial world.

A complete family massacre, control over ferocious beasts, and rampage through the slums—just these three acts alone have cost countless lives; the term “innumerable” fits perfectly here.

He shifted again, moving to another spot, and drove his sword, like a dagger, into the neck of a British man with a swift, slicing sound.

“Hmph, one against two—Li Tianze is sure to be beaten to a pulp by Randy Orton and HHH, just like RA was the other day.” Grinning, a die-hard hater of Li Tianze jeered, still holding his grudge.

Going from communicating with the forces of nature to freely controlling them isn't something that can be achieved by talent alone; a master must have guided him. Only with such guidance could such a miraculous feat occur.

“Do you remember? During Luo Xuan’s full-scale pursuit of the Four Great Clans, a senior from our school went missing,” Steve remarked.

Yang Chun’s face lit up with hope as he imagined a prosperous, powerful human world where people could live peacefully without constantly fearing for their lives.

“Are you going to tear me to pieces?” Feng Ling finished the threat Wei Renwu had left unsaid. Though he knew Wei’s words were meant to intimidate, anyone could tell that such a threat was utterly hollow.

“Bang!” The valley shook as rocks scattered from the valley floor, leaving a large crater where Yang Zaixing had stood moments before.

Wei Renwu pulled out a cigarette, placing it between his lips as he prepared to enter the building, only for a large man to snatch it from his mouth in an instant, startling Wei.