It didn’t quite make sense to ask for my opinion. For one, I was the weakest here and couldn’t gauge the disparity in their strength. Besides, Vivian wasn’t really "my" person; she could make her own choices, and there was no need to ask me about this duel.

Leng Qingying was stunned. Her revered Fourth Brother, whom she idolized, had just told her to get lost? He wouldn’t listen to her advice?

Jiang Yi roared furiously, his mana blazing uncontrollably as he poured everything he had into it. The silver dragon was provoked to the point of a maddened frenzy, its deafening roar shaking the heavens.

Perhaps the lack of communication between husband and wife isn’t always a bad thing. But for Lin Hanxi and Leng Wuchen, communication seemed to bring more problems than solutions.

"Did you find out who the boss of the Four Seas Gang is?" Li Hao asked bluntly, suspecting it might be that guy named Zhu Tou Wang Jin.

The carriage swayed as it moved along. Kangxi sat in the center with his eyes closed, resting, while Mu Ximei and the Thirteenth Prince sat on either side of him, with the Ninth and Tenth Princes riding ahead on horseback.

Upon reaching the shore, Qinghai helped Dong Mulin, who gasped for breath, her chest heaving as both of them stood drenched, their clothes clinging to them.

Seeing Danny swiftly take down those five guards, I nodded in satisfaction. It seemed he wasn’t exaggerating when he said he could handle three Bloodhunters last time.

Anger boiled within him as he strode arrogantly along the way. Those disciples he scolded could only swallow their grievances, for Li Ning was both of noble status and considerable strength.

“During this period, the child must be prioritized. Don’t take on any work outside of the show,” he suggested. Shen Tang didn’t have much notoriety in the entertainment industry yet, nor did she have substantial resources.

Wilson didn’t want to dwell on this topic anymore, aware of how deeply Michels held onto his obsessions.

Upon hearing Xiao Jingchen’s remark, Shen Tang’s mild irritation flared. How did he see her? Did he think she was here to act or to flirt?

"Mother, I still plan to plant some flowers; you can help me." Song Xibao found such matters tedious and thought it best to let her husband handle them.

He was already handsome, with captivating eyes that made him seem deeply affectionate toward anyone he looked at. When he intentionally exuded charm, it was enough to drive people wild.

She walked to the riverbank, using clay to shape a figure, fashioning limbs after the first creature. Tirelessly, she molded one after another.

Then Qin Yu noticed a peculiar herb on a nearby stall.

"You’d better have something important to tell me!" Lin Xi’s tone wasn’t particularly friendly when she answered the phone.

"In that case, you might as well follow me. At least I wouldn’t abandon you." Qin Yu spoke, half-jokingly but with a touch of sincerity.

Countless golden threads surged within the golden dragon pearl, radiating an aura of utter destruction, making one’s scalp tingle and cold sweat pour down.

Despite Western Chu's best efforts to resist and even Zhao Wuhua’s repeated charges with his cavalry, they struggled to fend off Southern Chu’s advances.

"Is this guy insane, wanting to pick a fight with me? If you hadn’t intervened earlier, I would have taught him a lesson," Lin Nan sneered.

Even if he couldn’t kill him, injuring a cultivator in the Divine Spirit Realm at such close range shouldn’t be an issue.

The more powerful one was, the more acutely they sensed subtle changes. The Golden Mask Man, who had reached the stage of merging with his surroundings, felt particularly attuned to the strange energy of Da Qing Mountain.

This offer left Zheng Chang no reason to refuse; reclaiming the title of Lord Chengyang and restoring his ancestors’ glory was something he could not turn down.

Zhuo Dong’er initially thought her husband would accompany her outside after saying this, considering he had been away from their territory for so long. Since returning yesterday, they hadn’t spent any time alone together, let alone shared any intimacy.

Someone would help her intercept them and organize the treasures they had looted beforehand.

As the sect master, he couldn’t understand why the once-glorious Bai family, known for their power in the Eastern Flow Province and their esteemed reputation within the Yu Tian Sect, had fallen so far.

At this distance, Qin Junxi could already feel the heat radiating from the liquid gold.

It was simple: whether through spells, talismans, or formations, he only needed to conjure a gift-beast or an honor-bird, creating a situation where the gift-beast would land and take a few steps, or the honor-bird would hover briefly in mid-air. The resulting attack would dissolve.

As the booming sound emerged, Qiao Xin suddenly felt the ground tremble beneath her.

Sheng Ming watched as Qisha lectured earnestly, though Qisha knew about the side effects of that card.

By the time Han Dulong arrived with his apprentice Du Henwan, it was already past eight in the evening. Du Henwan was a member of the "Bloodkill Guard" and a vassal of Wei Xian. However, after Han Dulong guided Du Henwan in cultivating the "Harmony Commandment," Du Henwan accepted Han Dulong as his master and severed ties with Wei Xian.

After saying this, Qin Junxi watched Hu Bayi and refrained from melting the remaining iron chains.

To exude the aura of an elderly man in his twenties was rare in Jing Si—no one else could do it quite like Zhang Yue.

What was happening today? Three drunken fools had just left, and here came another one, seemingly even more intoxicated than the others.

Qin Junxi wasn’t surprised by this turn of events. With his appearance, it would be unusual if people didn’t try to stop him.

The men charging toward the stadium’s podium were, in fact, Tyrone’s subordinates. Their performance was intended to capture the attention of "Nemesis" upstairs, creating an opportunity for Graves to act.

Xiao Tao appeared to be treated coldly in the Qu family, but this was far from the truth. He neither felt neglected nor offended.