Chapter 27

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The moment they saw the black smoke, they knew that Prince Chen’s fleet had arrived! Since Prince Chen’s fleet was their enemy, the wailing alarm sounded without delay.

They had reached near the equator, where the air was thin and the altitude low, naturally creating a vast desert. At noon, the sand was hot enough to fry an egg.

The Jade Emperor Fahua was the first to react, rushing forward with one hand reaching for the ancient lamp, intent on claiming it.

Zuo Lin’s immediate response was to discard his bow, clasping the sword firmly with both hands. This was not the druid’s fighting style, but a very orthodox bare-handed blade-grabbing technique taught by Master Sun, a truly native skill.

“Jingru, marriage and childbirth are momentous events in life. Father thinks that the young master from Changju’s family suits you well. Although you are a year older, that doesn’t matter. Father has already consulted the astrologers; your birth charts are perfectly compatible,” Chen Feng said.

Curious, the Demon Ancestor arrived to find Xu Qingfan being assimilated by the “Demon Pearl.” Yet, unknown to anyone, within him was a force of righteous energy, no weaker than the “Demon Pearl,” allowing him to resist its influence for an unusually long time.

Suddenly, the sky seemed to rain fragments of corpses. The Death Dragon’s head was almost entirely shattered, leaving only half a jaw hanging from its neck.

“Is something wrong?” Zuo Lin felt everyone was looking at him as if he were a fool.

Explosions, flames, and the sound of clashes continued until they reached the target, where a magical inferno erupted violently.

Xiso locked onto the target. The Phantom ship suddenly accelerated as it neared, the Malta ship ramming and piercing the enemy vessel.

To be precise, they were twins—a brother and sister. The elder brother, Shaocheng, was named by Shaoli with the hope that he would inherit scholarly wisdom and heal the world.

This was also what troubled Lu Liting the most. He feared this mysterious force harbored ill intentions, likely targeting the Lu family.

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But why did Wang Shou intervene at this moment? Thinking about it, Wang Tao also found it perplexing. After all, all his hardships over the years were nothing compared to saving his own mother.

That familiar voice made Qiao Mimi pause. The strong, resolute tone seemed from another lifetime.

Having just passed the imperial examination, Cui Shun was proud and looked flushed with pride.

Buzz! Swish! Lin Hai moved his mind, and suddenly countless wine gourds filled the sky, flying toward everyone.

Liu Fan had never felt this way. His admiration and longing for Cai Yan back then, and his pity for her tragic fate, could not compare to his current feelings.

Qiao Mimi took the child from her arms. “You focus on your checkup! I’ll hold the baby for you, don’t worry!” Yiyu Xing glanced at her but said nothing, or perhaps had no strength to speak. Yet Mimi saw gratitude shining in her eyes.

Though long without contact, seeing each other again brought a familiar warmth.

“Damn it! How dare you kill my son! I’ll tear you apart piece by piece!” Hu Lai, upon hearing Hu Wei was dead, was overwhelmed with grief and rage, and immediately lost control.

With eyes lowered, she leaned back in her chair, tilting her head, and began deep in thought.

Baby Xingqing was naturally well-behaved from birth, unlike Ji Munan, who was prone to crying. This comforted Ji Weiyan greatly.

While these three were lost in their own thoughts, shouts erupted from the battle platform again—another demonic cultivator of divine power had been slain in a short time.

The photos showed Jian Rui and Xi Muyang outside the hospital yesterday—one with Xi Muyang smiling as he handed over a cake, Jian Rui smiling to receive it; another with Xi Muyang holding Jian Rui’s hand; and a third of them preparing to get into a car together.

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“Air? Mr. Xiao, you really love to joke,” the Great White Shark laughed, his smile strange, as if mocking a fool.

The massive spiritual energy finger conjured by Gao Pingjing caused such a mutation that the crowd below changed expressions subtly.

Xie Meier’s body had been reborn—an ordinary mortal unable to cultivate, even more helpless. She was only briefly soaked in cold water and rescued in time, yet still suffered burns, possibly mitigated somewhat by aquatic plants.

Inside the private room were only Xiao Tao, Han Zhan, and Luo Yixi. The accompanying staff had to wait outside; even government agents sent to assist were barred from entering. The conversation involved confidential matters not for just anyone to hear.

Mei Duxiu was handsome and graceful, and as the young leader of the Kunlun Sect, he commanded respect among the martial world, drawing much applause.

The rustling sound of scales scraping the ground reached her ears as a massive red pit viper, hundreds of meters long, slithered forward, its blood-red vertical pupils gazing down at Yun Li.

And before her stood Xie Lingyan, whom Feiyang had not seen for three years. Shocked, he blurted, “Senior Sister.”

Upon hearing the news, the minds of those on the island stirred. They clearly understood one thing: if those three factions obtained the documents, they would almost certainly be deterred from acting.

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