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Rong Wen held Jiang Cai’s hand, his voice trailing off into a whisper by the end of his sentence. He truly could not discern what was in her heart.

He was a connoisseur of fine things, and it was undeniably a pity to see such a treasure ultimately consigned to oblivion.

Ye Xinyi, standing nearby, had already grown anxious. Hearing Ye Xinyan’s final words, she felt a stinging, heart-wrenching pain.

This must be Wen Hai, the principal of the Wen Group and father of Wen Erlin. Even Jiang Qi and Cai Zhongzhi dared not treat him with anything less than deference; the status and influence of the Wen family were not to be trifled with.

When they returned to the Xiao residence, dinner was already prepared. Xu Anwan had been hungry for some time. Although Zhu Shaoteng and the others tried to persuade her to eat, she simply refused.

Xi Mucheng wore a white shirt, buttoned up to the very top, with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, revealing a flash of fair skin. His entire being exuded an air of restrained, captivating charm.

Now that he possessed both fame and fortune, he no longer wished to pursue superficial vanities; nothing was more important than happiness.

However, he suddenly recalled that Chen Xiyao did not love him at all. Logically speaking, she should not have been angered or changed her expression because of Dr. Yao’s words.

But now that the sect-protecting formation had been shattered by the warship’s cannon, they had no other recourse. Charging forward in one breath to eliminate the enemies before them was their only choice.

Clang, clang, clang... The two swords collided a dozen times in an instant before returning to hover before their respective owners, humming and vibrating with an intense fighting spirit.

Of course, in terms of speed, Zhang Xiaofeng might still be slightly inferior to the Holy See’s saint, Jiang Siqi.

The doctor was Chinese and knew what Su Yang had done the day before. Furthermore, as he belonged to the United Nations Hospital, how could he possibly allow the South Korean military to take the man away?

Upon reaching the Sheldon River, they found it frozen over, and ultimately crossed the ice on a sled to return to Pingyuan City.

Although not as strong as the two Level 5 elites Fang Jin had encountered the previous night, they were considered top-tier among those of that rank. At the very least, among the magical beasts Fang Jin had slain over the past two days, none were more powerful than this Minotaur Behemoth.

Her own grandfather had actually agreed to the marriage, even though he knew perfectly well that she did not like Tang Tianyu.

This holy war concerned the survival of the entire Chinese cultivation world. Thus, the various sects present—whether cultivators or demonic practitioners—had temporarily set aside their grievances to unite their strength against the invasion of the Holy See’s army.

Of course, if Kunpeng had joined forces with Di Jun and the others, they could have easily secured victory. Yet, Kunpeng had his own ambitions; whenever possible, how could he be content to submit to others? He had only acted for the sake of the demon race’s grand cause back then, but now that the opportunity was right before his eyes, he was unwilling to coordinate with Di Jun.

Ultimately, the decision was made to march against the human race, but those humans who had integrated into the Wu tribe were not on the list. These humans numbered in the millions, while the human race as a whole numbered in the hundreds of millions; a million more or less made little difference.

Duobao’s statement was a concession of sorts; he did not demand the culprit be handed over, but rather that the Dragon Clan punish the perpetrator themselves to settle the matter. Plainly speaking, it was an invitation for the Dragon Clan to simply find a scapegoat to execute.

Her throat was raw from weeping, and her beautiful face was etched with a look of disbelieving sorrow and despair. Her cries were piercing, enough to break the heart of any listener.

The Dao Lord Pixiu was truly worthy of being a master of the Great Dao in the Immortal Martial World; his techniques were so profound that they left countless cultivators stunned.

A warrior at the Immortal Venerable level was a genuine titan in the Big Dipper Star Domain, possessing a cultivation realm far beyond his own. How could he possibly fight that?

Looking at the expression of "Sweeping Through the Army," the "Bear Child" grew increasingly flustered and hurriedly tried to explain that he did not mean "Sweeping Through the Army" was ugly, but rather that his character model was ugly.

However, extracting seventeen thousand taels of gold and over fifty thousand taels of silver from these people was an unexpected windfall for Chen Ying.

Thinking of this, Jun Shisan slowly pulled out the key. He knew nothing about bomb disposal, and he dared not act rashly now. Since he could not return home—and indeed, did not intend to—he would smoke this fellow out, or he would never have a peaceful night’s sleep.

In fact, Li Xiuning was furious. The moment she stepped into the Celestial Prison, Li Anyan arrived with the Left Gate Guards and the Left Guard Army to surround the Grand Court of Justice.

"A ghost wedding!" Jun Shisan asserted. This was a folk rumor, but he had never expected that in the hands of the System, such a rumor would become reality.

Even though he could not see Dongfang Mingyue’s expression, Ye Fan could feel her delicate body turning into a pool of spring water, burning with heat.

If even their own peerless expert had lost to Bai Yu, what could he do if he went up? He would be nothing but cannon fodder.

"This—this damned Augustus family!" Upon hearing this, the Duchess immediately realized who the mastermind was and gritted her teeth, saying, "I shall go and settle this with them!" With that, she prepared to head out.

Behind these two carriages were even more, laden with various gifts, followed by a cavalry escort.

Could a fool actually recover? Had they truly encountered a wonder-worker? Or perhaps he had never been that foolish to begin with, and as he grew older, he gradually improved, only for them to remain unaware because he had not been by their side?