Chapter 19: Brother, She’s Mean—She Has Such a Foul Mouth!

“Senior Shangguan, what do you think of the first match…” Elder Wen asked with a sarcastic tone, fully aware of the Liuyun Palace’s defeat. Wei Dong had clearly lost an arm, but compared to the heavy blow dealt to Liuyun Palace’s morale, the loss of that arm carried a significant meaning.

Shi Mama would never believe this was Jian Hao’s fault. Just imagine, if it really were Jian Hao’s fault, how could he come to the hospital almost every day to visit his old wife? No other man would go to such lengths.

As the hoarse voice escaped from his throat, the middle-aged man seemed to have his strength drained in an instant. His once vigorous face appeared decades older in a moment, unusually pale.

Step by step, Ling Feng walked toward the Hall of State Affairs. He represented Cangyun Academy, and his performance was the academy’s face.

Saem stared fixedly at Zes then nodded heavily, a look of relief seeming to wash over his face.

Lan Feng and Lan Shan showed no mercy. Seizing the moment when the lizard demons were dazed, they relentlessly took their lives without hesitation.

“People are judged by good and evil, beauty and ugliness. As for ‘them,’ the colors painted on a blank canvas are what they are—without choice, they are pitiable beings,” Ji remarked.

Heli Jin couldn’t endure the jolting any longer. Her wounds, which had just begun to heal, tore open again. She kept yelling for the carriage to slow down. The carriage, once at the front, gradually fell to the middle and rear. Despite the slower pace, the pain from over a dozen deep wounds was excruciating, and she screamed nonstop all the way.

“If you want us to take you out, shouldn’t you show some sincerity?” Hu reminded it, seeing its confused expression. Special weapons, rare metals, armor… throw in some gold bars or diamonds, or if worse comes to worst, a few tons of US dollars would do. Lastly, he asked if it had seen this kind of box before.

As his primal energy was about to vanish, Zhang Yang reined in his breath, forcing a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth. His face was ashen, looking extremely weak.

The aura of the Mingyin Mountains made him feel very uncomfortable. Yet here, he felt nothing—not a trace of yin energy, nor any murderous aura.

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Ye Feng had carved one hundred and twenty-six wooden dummies—every three dummies corresponding to one fist technique, with a total of forty-two techniques.

“Afterward, did Ling Ziwu make any moves?” Lin Xiaoxiao was curious. Would Ling Ziwu fall into Ling Yanran’s trap? Would Ling Zixuan turn Ling Ziwu into an enemy?

The retrieved items were somewhat miscellaneous, including bark, leaves, roots, spiritual herbs, and some wild grass. At least, that’s what they believed them to be.

Ling Muran spoke confidently, saying that if Feng Linglang won, he would certainly grant her a fief, which might hold extraordinary significance—perhaps as a betrothal gift.

Muran instantly smiled helplessly, realizing that the Lin family was determined to marry Lin Xiaoxiao off immediately. It seemed as long as it wasn’t Feng Linglang, any suitable suitor would do.

Hearing Yu Moxi’s words, Leng Xuerao felt awkward since she had already promised Situ Ming to dine with him that evening.

His chest tightened painfully, heartache unbearable. After a long time, his eyes stung and watered. Warm tears blurred his gaze as they rolled down his cheeks, tapping the back of their intertwined hands.

Iman wanted to surprise Cheng Xian so badly that she hadn’t told him he was coming back. She wanted to show Cheng Xian that she, Iman, had grown up.

Looking at the person before her, at this moment, she hesitated, wanting to say something but unable to find the words.

The clearing where Luffy and the others stood was strewn with debris. After giving their all, they finally ended the battle.

Shen Shuangyu understood from his words that something had previously caused Li Xun to hesitate, but now he had made a decision.

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“Who are you?” the Great Deity Lu Li asked suspiciously, looking around but seeing no one.

“Such arrogance for a mere Sixth Layer Tongxuan! Don’t come crawling to me later!” The man struck first. At Seventh Layer Tongxuan cultivation, he naturally wasn’t afraid of Han Hao.

With Yang Qian’s departure, Leng Jian and the others seemed to lose their backbone, wishing they could follow him away, feeling that the Taihao Sect was meaningless.

How to capture Qingshui County without a fight had long been a puzzle for Yang Hao. But Governor Li Mingfei not only governed the county’s affairs with skill but also commanded the military effectively, making Qingshui County as secure as a fortress, not even a fly could get in. Yang Hao’s plan to break it from within was impossible.

Having just suffered a setback, Han Hao naturally would not confront head-on. His agility was pushed to the extreme but still couldn’t fully evade Zhou Xing’s attacks; he was struck with punches from time to time.

He also remembered the day he fell asleep clutching Shen Moran’s collar. Upon waking, he inexplicably asked why he was there, leaving Shen Moran speechless. She pointed to his foot, and only then did she awkwardly loosen his clothes.

Moreover, before his master’s death, he had instructed his junior sister to seek the King of Huainan, saying the king was her grandfather. Didn’t this confirm her identity as Princess Xuanji?

Ancelotti twitched his eyelids. Now, the players of Hel City were utterly unrestrained toward Li Qingshan, which was clearly reflected in their defensive tactics.