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As the massive island and city faintly emerged into view, a low, resonant dragon’s roar echoed through the air. Wen Ying sat in a corner where it was relatively quiet. Feng Li shoved the young boy into the seat beside her before taking a seat opposite them. His glasses were impossible to forget for anyone who had ever seen his photos or videos.

"Zhou Yun, you truly are a coward and a good-for-nothing. You are shameless and brazen, betraying the expectations your grandfather held for you."

The members of the Murong estate had been driven into the courtyard. Lin Chong sat in the main seat of the hall, ordering Shi Qian and his men to turn the place upside down.

Hu Gui, clearly aware of the methods used by the farmers' poisonous beasts, decisively pulled Situ Jin, who had been lagging behind, to shield himself. The Prayer Spider wisely kept its eyes shut.

The other three arrived one after another. Sun Changxue and Zheng An showed no surprise at Zhou Ziling’s true identity, remaining entirely composed; however, their calm demeanor did not mean the others felt the same.

Because of his second son, he had wounded the hearts of his eldest and third sons. The two had moved out, and the eldest had even severed ties, refusing to involve himself in any of Chen Er’s affairs.

The sparrow demons had intended to track where the black cat lived and report back to Feng Li, but in the blink of an eye, the creature had vanished.

After returning to Jichuan City, Zhou Zhenglong purchased a vast array of wedding gifts and prepared a generous dowry before sending messengers to Night City.

Hearing Ouyang Shi speak in such a manner, Chen Zhenghui sighed, while Chen Xian frowned slightly, bowing his head in silence.

Fortunately, those people had not leaked his identity, otherwise, he would be in deep trouble. This kidnapping attempt had failed, and Wang Yumeng would definitely be on guard from now on. He could not act rashly again; even if he wanted to possess her in the future, he would have to wait.

"Eh?" Ma Yunhui, who was eating white lulu fish, looked up in astonishment. He didn't even know where the Longhua Kingdom was, so how could he possibly know about this?

The crisis was thus resolved. The Liu Family Stronghold organized itself, arranging for the village herbalist to treat the wounded, while those uninjured continued their celebration, treating Tang Feng as the hero of the village.

Lu Feng smiled slightly, suddenly increasing the output of his internal energy. His mental focus reached its peak as he began to force the cancerous substances out of Besililang’s body.

"What? These people aren't performing well, are they?" Li Longji’s brow furrowed as he watched Gao Lishi’s performance, a flicker of anger crossing his face.

"Sect Master, the matter has been taken care of." The person who found Wang Xianting was a robust, middle-aged man whose powerful stride and sturdy frame left a strong visual impression.

"Eastern Emperor!" The middle-aged man was filled with dread. The name was legendary; a figure of imperial rank was a symbol of strength throughout the Great Wilderness.

Chen Yan looked closely and saw a man over eight feet tall with broad shoulders and a resolute face. A long beard graced his square jaw, and the Xuanhua axe in his hand shimmered with a faint yellow light in the darkness, indicating that both his internal and external martial arts were at an extraordinary level.

Within the pillar of light, a profound purple consciousness gradually took shape. Around it, over eighty nimble dragon patterns swirled and roared, coalescing into a vast dragon’s might that shook the surroundings, accompanied by the appearance of auspicious clouds.

He had no memory of the event at all, and Yu Bing did not even understand how the conflict between the two parties had started.

The wind on the Mongolian grasslands was fierce and hard, like threads pulled from the far northwest. He felt like a kite floating among those threads, drifting and bobbing, yet strangely carefree.

The two hit it off immediately, filled with heroic spirit and high spirits. A light never seen before shone in their eyes as they strode toward the tightly shut gate on the other side of the hall.

Meanwhile, twenty minutes into the match, Wang Kai and his team secured the Baron, pushed back, and sealed the game at twenty-one minutes.

Of course, Luo Shou harbored the same intentions, thinking to himself that once he entered the second floor, he must find his destiny; otherwise, he would live in Ling Shaotian’s shadow for the rest of his life.

He raised his immortal sword, and a brilliant, multicolored sword intent pierced the sky, thrusting toward Ling Xueya.

With the gale force rampaging through, the poisonous miasma was instantly churned into chaos and began to thin.

Both children looked at Nian Yun, and seeing she had no objections, they sat happily on the swing together.

Because of this, every bandit present, with the exception of the two leaders, felt like they were sitting on pins and needles, casting nervous glances at Shen Rou as if they were being pricked by thorns.

When Yixia returned home, Su made no effort to hide her confusion and shock, for Yixia looked truly disheveled. Her clothes were wrinkled, her hair was as dry as straw, and most notably, her feet were injured from walking without shoes.

The two bodies pressed against the ground, crushing rocks and spitting out blood and shards of energy. Though the wounds were not fatal, the forced shattering of their condensed shadows filled them with uncontrollable rage.

The two Unrivaled warriors left behind had spent their boredom crafting meat-drying racks from vast amounts of lumber. As outsiders entered, they were met with a spectacular sight: the open spaces capable of housing over a hundred people, along with the surrounding hillsides unsuitable for building, were entirely covered in racks.

The morning sun rising slowly over the lake seemed to form a tragic contrast to the heavy, dying aura of the man approaching.

The Taoist turned around; his hair was stark white, his walrus mustache was equally pale, and his face was etched with such age that he appeared even older than the old beggar.

"Although we are alike in some ways, you, controlled by the desire for blood, cannot understand how I feel right now."

"Audience, we are at our destination. In a moment, we will jump directly," the host said, broadcasting live to the camera.

The assassin trembled, nodding continuously to indicate her willingness to confess, begging only for the torture to stop. The pain in her head was already unbearable, not to mention the torment inflicted by the three members of the Lan family.

It was the end of the month, and Chen Dong had been busy handling company affairs in the United States, primarily signing a contract with DreamWorks.

"Come, come, let me see!" A slender hand suddenly snatched the document from Qin Rou’s grasp and flipped through it naturally.

"I can try to learn to treat you the way President Xu treats Mrs. Xu," he added, soothingly stroking Xu Wan’s back.