Shut up

Xiang Jian spoke as he walked toward the soft couch, appearing ready to sleep, as if the words he had just uttered were not meant for Lian Yuncheng at all, but were merely spoken to himself.

Glancing back at the distant mountains, she realized she was inside a temple, listening to the monks chanting Buddhist scriptures in sonorous voices.

As for Yu Chen's veteran followers, as long as Yu Chen could be persuaded, the matter was essentially settled. During the previous battle, Feng Lin had observed that Yu Chen occupied a central position among those old men, who constituted their primary combat strength.

"Which young Master Wang?" Hearing Diaochan's voice, Lü Bu looked in that direction as well. Upon seeing Wang Hao, he seemed unable to believe his eyes and rubbed them vigorously.

Consequently, the sergeant's finger, which had already touched the trigger, paused just in time, avoiding a friendly fire incident.

At that exact moment, his older brother Shen Bao happened to return. He had seemed very happy at the time, apparently delighted to be back. However, Shen Ping still detected a trace of sorrow on his brother's face. Back then, he simply assumed his brother was exhausted from being away for so long, never imagining that things would turn out like this now.

"What on earth could they have experienced to elicit such tragic screams?" The members of the Dao Sect all possessed extraordinary strength; though unaffected, their minds still trembled at the sound. Elder Zui could not help but remark.

Zhuo Yang sat in his office, staring blankly ahead. His performance targets for the month had fallen short once again, and he feared he would be fired by the end of the month.

The arrogant attitude of this man instantly enraged many people inside, prompting one man to step forward.

The Spirit of Water was responsible for using torrential currents to scatter the enemy's formation and controlling the Black Tortoise to engage the enemy in close combat. Ke'er was tasked with exhaling freezing mist to immobilize foes while providing strategic magical support to the Spirit of Water.

He was the commander of Tianjing Pass. Now that the capital undoubtedly knew the pass had fallen, as long as he did not show his face, it could still be chalked up to a military defeat, and his family in the capital would not be implicated. But once it was discovered that he had surrendered...

At that moment, Jiang Chen teleported out instantly, driving a sword imbued with the piercing force of chaos directly into Ling Shixiao's dantian.

Flapping his wings repeatedly, Michael tried to stabilize his posture, but Gordo, pursuing him like a shadow clinging to a bone, had no intention of giving Michael a moment to breathe, violently slashing another claw toward Michael's body.

The three of them spent the entire day in the office, listing out all the hidden hazards present in the supermarket so they could gradually resolve them later.

Naturally, the price was extraordinary, but cultivators who had reached the Golden Core stage generally possessed at least some modest wealth, if not boundless riches, and rarely found themselves short of money.

Therefore, anyone who forcibly activated this forbidden technique would inevitably suffer its backlash, resulting in their physical body and soul being completely obliterated into ashes and dust.

Fang Xiu glanced at Luo Honglan and Luo Zhiyong beside him, looking rather uncomfortable and reluctant to speak.

The three masters and servants wept and laughed together, hugging into a tight ball. For they all knew very well that this time, they were truly gambling with their lives. Forget about finding a husband; escaping Qingcheng alive seemed nearly impossible now.

"Let's go, up the mountain!" Lin Lang roused the three people who were still immersed in shock and took the lead toward the peak. A flight of stone steps appeared before them, leading straight to the summit. The four of them exchanged a glance and began walking up the steps.

While he was deep in thought, those ten powerful figures flashed into existence one after another, arriving before Zhuang Fan.

"So, this is what they call suppression?" After a momentary stunned pause, Mu Fei suddenly wore an eerie smile.

Even if Liu Dan and the others were unaware that he possessed an invulnerable golden body, they should have understood that these constables posed no threat to him.

Pian Pian tossed the keys to the prisoners. The old man caught them, kicked down a Wuyou tribesman holding a staff, and swiftly unlocked Song Shunong's shackles. Freed from his bonds, Song Shunong immediately picked up an iron rod and joined the battle.

Seeing this, Shang Jie didn't even need to guess to know that Ram's previous words essentially boiled down to a single word: money.

Such a level of cultivation was naturally an insurmountable barrier for earthly martial artists—immensely powerful and belonging almost to the realm of the invincible.

Upon hearing this, Huangfu Jun instinctively wanted to refuse, but then he recalled that phone call from Old Madam Tao several years prior. Remembering how Old Madam Tao had forbidden him from meddling in these affairs, Huangfu Jun fell into deep contemplation.

Who would have thought that after signing up for just a single day, Brother Tu would capsize that very night, dragging them down to become prisoners as well?

A middle-aged man walked over. Catching sight of Hu Ling's wounds, his tattered clothes, and the pool of blood on the ground, he drew a sharp breath. Turning his gaze, he saw Qin Yi holding a wooden staff, and his pupils constricted.

Furthermore, within the target's memories, an extremely small faction of awakened individuals had specifically established a "Release Project."

It was said that Su Yanzhi had once stayed at Chong Academy, and back then, he was obsessed with alcohol, drinking like a hopeless drunkard day in and day out.

The explosion of public attention this time stemmed precisely from an official announcement released by the Artificial Intelligence Center of the Eastern Research Institute.

As he spoke, he forcefully yanked his arm outward, desperately attempting to shake off the tall man's grip, but the man's strength was too great for him to break free.

The head of the Dongfang family complied without a word. He had already realized that if Qin Feng truly possessed such capability, there might genuinely be a glimmer of hope for his heart condition.

When elixir-crafting masters in the Western world heard the news, their hearts were instantly thrown into turmoil, churning up countless ripples.

The earth shook, and the blades in front instantly leaped into the air, flying forth to pierce straight into the tea table before Watanabe Ichido.

The Emperor was seen leaning leisurely against the dragon throne, smiling faintly with an ordinary tone, genuinely appearing as though he wished to discuss the matter with them.