The Bai Family's Self-Preservation by Severing the Tail

Just as Daoist Ling told Chen Yuan, discovering a qualified disciple takes at least ten-odd days or even several months.

"Newbie, don't waste your effort. Once hit by Sun Zihan's fire, it's useless without buff-dispelling medicine," Muyu looked at Scorpion with pity and slowly said. Muyu knew that this person named Scorpion had already been abandoned by True Person Kunlun.

I retreated two steps in succession before I clearly saw that the one attacking me was an aged white ape, its deep blue eyes emitting a profound brilliance.

To examine whether a youth is a qualified candidate for Taoism, one must not only check if he possesses the aptitude for cultivation, but also see if he has spiritual roots, observe his temperament and character, and even consider his background.

The brawny man in white shorts did not act maliciously and launch an attack after the opponent had already begged for mercy; instead, he cast a contemptuous glance at the Chinese fighter being carried off the stage by the staff.

I reversed the blade of my sword and thrust it straight into his heart, but to my surprise, this assassin proved to be extremely tenacious, still clutching tightly to my ankle without letting go.

At this point, whether sending an image occupied 500 KB or 300 KB of data, how to keep as much data as possible from routing through the server and process it remotely, and even the efficiency of data optimization on other servers directly determined how much money Cloud Corporation burned through every month on its main business.

Once a player grew accustomed to double experience points, forcing them to grind with single experience points would make them listless, much like suffering from withdrawal.

Although the Void Demons were formidable, Guansi was still two realms lower than Yihuantian, not to mention that after being turned into a puppet, one's strength was slightly diminished... No matter how fierce Guansi was, he could never withstand this single palm strike.

Dao You-sheng stood his ground despite the strain, unyielding and steadfast as he gazed at Guan Jiuji, his eyes devoid of the slightest trace of wavering.

Water like this can be drunk directly, because due to the difference in density compared to seawater, fresh water floats on top of the saltwater.

Half of the faces of the two honored elders of the Bimu Sect were beaten into bloody pulp by Old Huang; had it not been for the protective Qi of the Battle Blue Realm, half of their skulls probably would have been obliterated.

It was Huo Shu who utilized Ling Du and Huo Jing's trust in her to secretly tamper with Ling Du's warship.

That was precisely the point that depressed me. If I had killed the person, I would naturally admit to it—a true man dares to act and take responsibility without fear. The problem was that Lin Tiancheng's death had nothing to do with me.

She was hesitating whether to go over and investigate now. If she went, victory would bring joy to everyone; but if she lost, not a single one of them would make it out alive.

Minister Guan, is the Empress safe and sound? Along the way, I heard that she accidentally fell down the steps and thus failed to save the child. How is her health? Is there anything seriously wrong with her? He Junheng asked anxiously.

No wonder that woman surnamed Zhang grew as envious as a cat eyeing a fish when she saw the shop's business flourishing. It turned out that the Zhang family farmed as a profession, and because they had hoarded too much inventory, they couldn't find an outlet to sell it.

Unfortunately, since the original owner stated she was unwilling to forgive, Qiu Yao really found it difficult to say much more; she simply nodded silently, refusing to speak further.

Taking money to eliminate disasters for others is a rule of the martial world. It wasn't that Tang Rourou didn't understand this; she merely wanted to know who was trying to harm her.

The drainage work was not simple; it only involved using large pipes to guide the water toward the drainage outlets, but given the violent rocking of the ship, simply standing firm was already a challenge.

Saying this, Su Qingqing removed the hairpin from her own head and reached out, attempting to scratch Su Ziyun's face.

Thus, the two of them boarded the carriage with different thoughts in their minds, yet because of the joy in their hearts, the atmosphere along the journey turned out rather lively.

Lin Yu also sighed repeatedly, feeling immensely depressed deep inside. Outwardly glamorous, who could truly know the agony hidden within his heart?

Following this train of thought, she arrived at the hospital. The hospital was undergoing renovations, and the doctors had temporarily returned home to rest, leaving only a few workers busy about the place.

The surrounding Japanese soldiers were blown to smithereens, their shattered remains flying up into the sky and merging together to form "dark clouds," before falling back down in a gruesome shower of flesh.

The mole lifted its chin toward the magic wolf. Its eyes were full of spirit, which was what set it apart from ordinary moles—it possessed sight.

If Chinese soldiers had forced their way across the bridge, they would have completely sealed off the bridge deck and shot down every single charging soldier.

Remembering the words of my savior when I was buried alive beneath the collapsed hospital floorboards during the fire in my past life: "If you want to live, you can only drink my blood!"—a wave of heartache gripped me once more.

"Haha, let's go!" After a thorough looting, Qiyue was extremely satisfied. This was much better than searching everywhere for people, and there would surely be even more people inside the ruins; when the time came, a massive haul might just earn enough points.

"What is going on here? Have they piped the air of the capital city over here?" Yun Hao joked.

"It must be because of my brilliant acting that Yun Hao found a sufficient excuse to slaughter the bald guy!" Chu Yan said proudly with a hint of spoiled petulance.

"Hey! Old Wang, this is no joke. This concerns the future of several of our clans, or even several regions, and the life and wealth of all of us. You can't just brush it off by saying your part doesn't affect the big picture!" the plump figure roared fiercely.

The deity asked only once, and seeing Zhang Mingyang refuse without a moment's hesitation, seemed too lazy to converse any further. Since he would not submit, the only option was to destroy him.

Young Master's face turned gloomy as he watched Long Ma laughing heartily on the stage, fire practically spewing from his eyes. "You are courting death!" His chilling voice sounded like a sentence delivered straight from the abyss.

Seeing that Chen Jin had ultimately been caught by his ghostly claws, the old ghost could not help but reveal a satisfied smile.

Unfortunately, another twist occurred as several black-haired demons locked their eyes on the two of them, instantly charging over from afar and launching a fierce assault.

This Yinmoro had weathered countless storms and possessed extremely rich combat experience. Every word it uttered was meant to provoke the emotions of its opponents, causing them to inadvertently reveal their own flaws.

Having undergone ten lifetimes of reincarnation without attaining liberation, the old demon's accumulated foundations in this life would likely be worn away through successive cycles of reincarnation hereafter.

The murderous aura emanating from him at this moment instantly enveloped the entire Dragon Grand Ceremony. Many young people with weaker cultivation bases turned pale under the impact of this killing intent, barely able to utter a word.

Unless Bai Ruoxi and the others had already achieved spiritual clarity by this point, this inner fire would be nothing more than poison to them.

Therefore, they preferred to sacrifice themselves to give the True Dragon team a slightly better condition to fight SKT.