The person who arrived was Yang Chan, the one closest to Erlang Shen. She wore a red gauzy outfit, and upon seeing that Erlang Shen was safe and sound, she put away the Bao Lian Lantern.

Chen Changshou could hear from a distance his brother-in-law’s words of trust in him. Whether that trust was genuine or not didn’t matter; he parked the electric stove and walked over to the crowd, noticing that most people had a look of amusement, which he found rather funny.

Meanwhile, Lin Hai was unaware that the entire city of Hangzhou was stirred up because of him, and the atmosphere had turned strange.

“I’ve asked you several times now. The Wei Yun you mentioned… what’s behind his left ear?” After asking, he looked at Lin Yifei with some anxiety.

After repeating this several times, Ye Shenjun had flown hundreds of meters, carving out a new path along the way.

If cooperation with Dongsheng Group is out of reach, then collaborating with the Bai family on the Weihai Water Project would be a good alternative.

Li Ningmei weighed her options, then turned back, taking the second wife’s hand and gently placing it in her husband’s right hand. Zhao Beitai understood immediately and gave the second wife’s hand a reassuring squeeze.

Gong Wei noticed the tall, skinny man dodging his punches, and his spirits lifted. Throwing martial arts techniques aside, he swung his fists wildly, feeling an exhilarating surge of energy as if he had boundless strength in his veins.

Watching Lord Yaksha disappear into the corner, Zhang Duo was baffled, wondering why he had left so abruptly.

Though an elder couldn’t kill a regular member, if he were to cripple them, no one would say a word about it.

Leaving his future in others’ hands didn’t sit well with Jiang Junhao, but he was granted some say in shaping his future.

Sunny Southern California lacked the chill of Korea and Japan. Kim Hye-min felt once again that escaping from that cold place had been a wise choice, though a shadow of worry crossed her mind when she thought of the destination.

“Why does it look like… that person isn’t waving to greet us but rather gesturing for us not to come down?” Zhang Dali frowned, commenting.

Xu Chu and Zhou Cang, despite their unwillingness to feign defeat, didn’t dare defy Liu Yu’s orders. Though reluctant, they prepared as instructed.

Thanks to the medicinal pill, Xie Yun’s soul power had fully recovered, with the most notable improvement being his soul-detection range, now extending to fifteen miles.

At this moment, in every corner of the Domain of Heaven, people were exclaiming in astonishment. Everyone paused what they were doing, even the demonic beasts hidden in remote mountain recesses reacting in the same way.

Driven by greed, he was someone who pursued everything he desired with fervor, an instinct that made him terrifyingly aggressive. This trait had even caused him to miss the chance to form a bond with Jin Yuzhong’s family in the past.

With Zhao Yun’s marriage completed, preparations now began for Liu Yu’s wedding. This event would be on an even grander scale, requiring more time for arrangements. Liu Yu also planned to send word across the land, inviting various lords. Of course, most wouldn’t attend, but many would send representatives.

Zhang Liao and Guan Yu remained silent, like mutes, their irregular breaths the only sign they were still alive.

“Where… am I…?” After a long pause, Li Feng finally regained consciousness, seeing before him a desolate land covered in bones, with a blood-red moon hanging in the sky.

But after a moment’s reflection, he felt no curiosity at all. On the contrary, his arrogance only grew stronger, feeling that those who practiced weaker cultivation techniques were naturally meant to live in such a lowly state—nothing to be curious about.

I understood then that I must have accidentally tickled him earlier, causing him to laugh. The “woo woo” sounds had to be laughter.

It seemed even the sky echoed the sea of blood’s laughter, as green lightning serpents flickered through the black-and-white chaotic clouds, sending tremors through the bloody sea with each sharp flash.

The Monkey King continued, saying, although he would tie them with rope, they’d probably feel scared going down. This was the “adventure” he mentioned.

The Immortal Spirit had just prepared to attack when it suddenly found itself unable to locate the Bamboo Man. Although the Bamboo Man’s body was massive, his movement speed rivaled the Immortal Spirit’s Illusionary Shadow Step, leaving multiple afterimages that made it impossible to discern the real one.

He shattered the glass surface with a wave, catching a golden flame wrapped in red mist as it fell into his palm.

Duan Gang nodded without saying anything, his gaze indicating that he wanted Tang Song to accompany him.

“That’s right! Last time, your elder brother used us as pawns, so he’ll have to pay a price for that, won’t he?” Li Feng laughed in response to Liu Qingqing’s remark.

In the opening match, Asia-Pacific Academy was humiliated by Double Lakes Academy, the league’s worst team. Murong Bai was the number-two seed in the academy’s individual competition.

Chu Yun sighed bitterly, admitting that Lin Ruoxi was right about him—he was an old man now, prone to sentimentality.

Yang Zhen descended from the city walls, wearing nothing but a blue battle robe, spear in hand, as he mounted his horse.

Xiao Ming led the Song army to Yunzhou. When the Liao army saw reinforcements arriving, their morale briefly surged, only to fall again when they realized it was the Song army. In truth, they had little respect for the Song Dynasty and regarded its soldiers with contempt.

To ensure nothing went wrong in his first battle post-recovery, Chu Yun initially planned to lure the West City duo into a swift five-minute match. But Lü Jing stubbornly resisted, dragging the match out to fifteen minutes.

Among the people of Chu Kingdom, a powerful underground faction existed—The Beggar Clan. Its members spread throughout Chu and even beyond its borders.

Whenever Luo Haoning was mentioned, a sweet, happy expression would spread across Song Zhiyu’s face. Their relationship had reached a new level, though they hadn’t officially announced or accepted it yet—a mere formality away.