February 22nd

A few minutes later, Master Tianxin finally entered. By then, the incense had burned away and the scent had largely dissipated, so even if he were to smell it, he would remain unaffected.

"Time to get to work!" Xiang Yu pulled out the Gen-clan short sword with one hand and a throwing dart with the other. In this moment, darts were far more useful than a bow and arrow.

An alchemist capable of refining fifth or even sixth-grade pills was not only unheard of in Azure City, but such a formidable figure did not exist across the entire Linglong Kingdom.

"Huan'er, I have finally found you!" Xiang Yu held her gently. They had not seen each other for a long time, and both were filled with longing.

Mo Fan hurriedly put away the Asura Demon Tower. Merely by activating a single demonic beast, he could feel an indescribable, violent power surging within his chest.

"Brother Na, come with us to Wulan Mutong." Riding side by side at the front, Ma Chengfeng said to him.

Upon hearing that Zhang Cuishan had intended to commit suicide with his sword in the main hall, Yu Daiyan felt a lingering, profound fear. Fortunately, Xie Wuji had arrived just in time to stop Zhang Cuishan, preventing the tragedy; otherwise, he would have felt eternal regret and would have been unable to face the world.

But at that very moment, a jet-black demonic aura erupted from the end of the mountain range, and countless terrifying forces surged forth as a result.

"My injuries are fine; having Nana take care of me is enough. You should go first to help Nana’s mother and eliminate the Treasure Tree King Qinxiu and the Treasure Tree King Qixin..." Seeing Zhuang Zheng, Zhang Cuishan, and the others arrive, Xie Wuji finally let out a sigh of relief. Supported by Daina, he sat up and began to regulate his breathing through meditation.

"Christ? The Lord of Heaven?" Like many others, Ma Chengfeng could not tell the difference between these two Western deities.

The Nine-Faced Jade Fox collapsed instantly, stunned. "Innate Gang Qi! Who is meddling in my affairs?" It bared its teeth and scrambled up, acting even more manic, opening its mouth to strike again. With two sizzling sounds, two more golden rays shot out, making its limbs tremble. Before it could regain its composure, Xie Gongbao’s soul body had already been swept away by the golden light.

Heaven-Sacrificing Sword Technique: This technique is derived from the Heaven-Sacrificing Sword. Only a Primordial Immortal can sacrifice the sword to the heavens to nurture a sword spirit. There are two methods: the first is to summon heavenly lightning to cause the earth to crack and mountains to shatter, turning the target into dust; the second is to draw the sword from the heavens, uniting man and blade to multiply the power of the technique.

The Realm Kings present were silent as cicadas, partly because Zhang Zhi was a man of his word—having declared that anyone who broke through to the Eternal Realm would be executed without mercy—and partly because of his methods; he truly could kill whomever he pleased, and a peak Dao Sovereign had just fallen because of it.

"If you won't admit it, that means this child is a bastard. And if he is a bastard, what use is there in keeping him alive!" Ma Qinlong’s killing intent surged. He raised his palm, and with a heart-wrenching cruelty, he began to press it slowly and deliberately down upon the child’s head.

The legendary Demon King kept his promise. One, two, three—twenty-eight rockets in a row were sent, instantly igniting the popularity of the Shark platform, with a massive influx of viewers pouring in.

Thinking of this, Taiyi went to the side of the gate to observe the daily operations. Just then, an immortal happened to pass by.

The Southwest Army’s maneuvering against the Xiongnu forced the Xiongnu to reach for their whips, but their curved blades remained unsheathed at their waists, ready to be drawn at any moment—just as it was now.

Zhang Muyang had long been prepared for such a situation. This place was comparable to the world of cultivation, and the one before her was a devious character; how could she not have any protective magical treasures on her?

Opening the relevant gaming forum, the "Lu Wei Using Cheats" incident had fully fermented, and the public’s anger was like a volcano, ready to erupt at any moment.

Zhang Zhi had accepted a few jobs, yet he felt uneasy. Was it because he was nervous about going to Ascension Island tomorrow? Surely not.

You bad person, you were teary-eyed from the reunion just a moment ago, and now, not even an hour later, you’re already starting to find fault.

He could handle the Nether or Xuan Ying individually, but with all five of them present, they had the power to kill him. Fortunately, they had come to the Profound Yin Sect not to stir up trouble.

"I’d also like to sit in such a luxury car to get a feel for it. You wouldn't kick me out, would you?" Xiao Ying looked back at Yang Mi and Wan Junran.

To him, saving a mortal was nothing more than lifting a finger, yet that small gesture could save an entire family.

Ah Shayrui subconsciously caught it, but the other party’s words left her stunned. Was this something a mysterious powerhouse would say?

Her finger was cut by the glass shards on the floor; the wound was small, but beads of blood welled up one after another.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she sat down, she felt hesitant to speak; after all, in such an elegant environment, it didn't seem appropriate to argue.

These two dream-based spiritual techniques were almost useless in the Dream Realm, as the Dream Entry and Dream Creation arts only affected living beings and were ineffective against the entities of the Dream Realm itself.

Clearly, this object did not quite fit into the modern world. After all, in a world without the supernatural, it was difficult to accept a statue that could move and strike people.

Conan took a deep breath, organizing his chaotic thoughts: "First of all, my deduction is definitely correct. I cannot lose my confidence."

As soon as Wang Youyu heard the name, he knew what kind of treasure it was—it was the world-renowned Map of Mountains and Rivers.

Looking at Dai Mubai’s current state—disheveled hair, unkempt clothing, and stubble on his face—Fire Feather wondered where the prince had gone. He who was once high-spirited had now become slovenly and looked utterly decadent.

As if a secret known only to the two of them was fermenting in the hospital room, Ji Ye watched her smile, and Quan Wei’s chin trembled with stifled sobs.

Huo Yanxi was a man at the pinnacle of the pyramid: wealthy, powerful, handsome, and with a temperament that left nothing to be questioned.