Volume 1, Chapter 37: Kill!

Workshop Nine is one of the largest facilities under the Ministry of Works. It is responsible for producing military-grade steel, as well as forging weapons, supplies, and other military materiel for the army. At the entrance, four guards stand watch, yawning incessantly, their spirits visibly flagging. Just then, they hear the rapid, rhythmic clatter of horse hooves approaching from the distance.

Irritated and distracted, he could only continue to brandish his wand, casting one invisible blade after another.

For the vast majority of Chinese basketball fans, seeing the Chinese men's team reach the Olympic finals was already more than enough; it guaranteed at least a silver medal, just as they had achieved in the Rio Olympics.

Mist surged ceaselessly from the well in front of Lou Jinchen, while behind him, the courtyard had already been swallowed by a thick, swirling fog.

In an instant, a powerful surge of psychic energy erupted from the mark, transforming into a mental storm that swept across the surroundings. Mo Bai’s punch, encased in his ability, was hindered by this tempest; though he struggled to drive it forward, he could no longer maintain his original speed.

"In truth, your ability is not merely about communicating with the mist. When you truly utilize it, you gain the qualification to enter the mist world yourself. That is the reason your father and I have always forbidden you from using it."

Because of the Daoist priest’s words back then, and the fact that Youbao’s health had indeed improved year after year, the couple had shifted from initial skepticism toward the supernatural to a state of firm belief.

Inside a secret chamber sat a man wearing a black crown adorned with patterns of ten thousand people bowing in homage. The crown emanated a divine light that connected with the pervasive scent of incense, enveloping him entirely.

Facing such a large-scale manhunt, the fact that she had managed to remain undetected until now truly earned Mo Bai’s admiration.

Shi Moshang was about to speak when he suddenly sensed the manic aura of the Phoenix clan and immediately looked outside.

Such strength was one of the reasons he dared to act so unscrupulously in front of the Shen sisters.

In Mining Area Three, wasn't he the only one who knew he was sick and went to visit his friend?

"What's the occasion today? Why the sudden invitation to dinner?" Qin Shengxing’s voice broke the awkward silence between them.

Great Shaman Ming shook his head and said, "Not yet. I must subdue Du’e first. This Du’e will be of great use to our tribe."

"Yes, yes, right away!" The servants scrambled out, tumbling over themselves, and made sure to pull the door shut behind them. Once they were gone, Madam Xi went to the door, locked it from the inside, checked it repeatedly, and then turned back toward the bathroom.

Su Yiqiu paused for a moment. "But Sunny only asked you to go to dinner. As soon as she walked over, I saw you push her away." She still trusted what she had seen with her own eyes.

Zhou Kun and the other freshmen naturally had no idea what it would be like to attend classes alongside the seniors. Du Tao had been growing increasingly arrogant lately, continuing to strut around with a "I’m the boss" attitude. In his view, Zuo Lan seemed to fall for that routine—a truly unique taste. Yet, Zuo Lan didn't take it to heart at all.

The sergeant’s voice was filled with despair. The massive shadow before him revealed a pair of enormous eyes; it was a Martian creature.

It is worth noting that during this short three-day period of secluded cultivation, Dong Biyao’s cultivation broke through from the eighth-turn stage of the Martial General realm to the peak of the ninth-turn, while Dong Xiao’s cultivation advanced from the eighth-turn stage of the Martial Master realm to the peak of the ninth-turn.

Xia Kun observed Ming Fang quietly from a distance. In the dream, Ming Fang could gaze out at the sea with great passion, but after some time, the dream finally began to undergo a strange transformation.

She tightened her grip on her phone, her other hand clenching into a cold, fierce fist at her side, her gaze shifting from indifference to icy chill.

Young Master Lei regained his composure and flung his wine glass aside to show his displeasure; the figure did not reply, and in the next moment, vanished from the estate.