A few more seasonal dishes were brought out, each portioned perfectly per person, with each plate containing just enough for one bite. The flavors were incredibly fresh and enticing, making each taste memorable and hard to resist.

A blackened "chicken claw" gripped a piece of particularly unappealing sugar candy, looking difficult to swallow no matter how you viewed it.

"So, you still won’t tell the truth, huh?" Li Yuanfang, expressionless, drew a throwing dart from behind and jabbed it fiercely into his thigh. Seeing he still wouldn't confess, Lin Yongzhong directly swung a wolf-tooth mace, smashing it onto his right knee.

Sweat beads rolled down Zhang Xian’s forehead as he struggled under Yang Zaixing's spear, barely managing to fend off the relentless pressure.

The overwhelming aura from before was truly heart-pounding. If that last strike had landed, everyone would’ve met their end.

Soon, the old emperor's coughing subsided, and the Hall of Mental Cultivation fell into a deep silence once again.

Even Feng Moli’s hair got partially singed, leaving her face looking a bit disheveled.

Two blades clashed, crossing each other’s path and creating a deadly intersection that inflicted tremendous damage on any demon beasts entering the zone.

“Puh!” Baili Shouyue abruptly pushed Qin Qiong away, scanning the surroundings with a bewildered, unfamiliar gaze.

The warhorses they were seated on neighed incessantly, stomping restlessly, causing tiny cracks to form on the ground beneath them.

One disciple stealthily slipped past everyone’s attention and approached Li Buyu’s tent, slowing his breathing to an almost imperceptible level.

Even Lian Ye's voice had changed from when he was eighteen, becoming clean and pure, as clear as spring water and as gentle as a breeze.

As soon as she finished speaking, Zhou Ya led the doll-like Lily onto the stage. In an instant, the previously lively stadium fell silent for a few seconds, only to erupt with applause and cheers far more intense than before.

Although Brother Xu said this, both Ye Chen and Da Xian knew that Brother Xu was playing with fire.

"Don’t worry, young master; I’ll get you a replacement right away that’s sure to satisfy you," the middle-aged man quickly replied.

“What’s there to be surprised about? Just watch.” Zhou Ran began the game, moving through the familiar opening phase, using powerful early-game pieces to transition, while reserving the key pieces needed for his lineup.

Nexus didn’t give Dark Mephist any time to react, instantly firing a silver-white beam that hit its body.

It was genuinely delicious, not only evoking memories of the dry mouth from his previous life but also containing spiritual essence that nourished his soul and provided a hint of vital energy.

Li Buyu patted Zhu Tiandao’s shoulder, refraining from discussing the matter further. Since the ruler’s thoughts weren’t yet clear, they’d wait until they were certain.

Then the chat interface kept showing "The other party is typing." After a while, Lin Gantang finally saw Ye Qiuqiu’s message come through.

Half a year had already passed. Although Softie was still a bit slow-witted, his appearance was becoming more delicate and exquisite. He looked neither like Shaohua nor like Yan Kaizhi, nor did he resemble his two brothers in the slightest—anyone who saw him would instantly know whose son he was.

In the end, the screen suddenly displayed "Left Vanguard’s First Army, Third Wolf Cavalry Squadron."

"There's no need to say more. I won’t agree," Shen Yun cut in, clearly aware of what he was going to say, refusing him in advance.

Fang Mengbao felt a chill in her heart, as if surrounded by freezing ice, leaving her without even a trace of warmth. "What do you mean by that?" Her body began to tremble, and helpless tears filled her eyes.

On a grand cloth lay a variety of ordinary spirit fruits and juices, along with dried and cooked spirit beast meat that Li Yong had previously purchased.

At the entrance to the Ula Mountains, he took a powerful punch head-on. Although it didn’t land directly on him, even the aftershock forced a metallic taste to rise in his throat, causing him to cough up blood as soon as he entered the mountains.

Lin Fan’s right palm was brimming with spiritual energy; normally, it could only contain half that amount. Any more, and the excess would cause pain, even potentially damaging his internal meridians.

Electric magic may have a paralyzing effect, but against warriors of the same rank, it was barely effective one time in a hundred. Yet now, Wei Qingchen was hit by it.

At that moment, night had quietly fallen. The two people in the car sat silently, each lost in their own thoughts, as if waiting for their first affectionate display as a couple.

Wang Po had just left the office when his phone rang again. Seeing it was Chen Ming, he shook his head.

"Ridiculous! The Second Elder of our Tian Ding Sect can’t even handle a tiger demon. Is this the excuse for your mistake?” Feng Ye Qianli angrily rebuked the next day.

Jin Kai’s smile froze. He felt something odd; though he didn’t believe that punch would actually harm him, Ze Jin’s sheer desperation and resolve left him deeply shaken.

Looking at Ji Zili’s cool expression, Feng Wuhen's eyes showed a hint of disappointment. "Do you really dislike the gift I gave you that much?" His tone was tinged with helplessness.