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There was nothing to be done about this; having promised Guo Jia that he would handle the matter, it would not do to suddenly go back on his word.

Old Master Xiong finally realized he had misjudged the situation. The most formidable person in the Thunder Action Group was not Elder Songhe, nor was it Wang Chang with his three swords, but this unassuming youth.

"Not signed yet...? So, are you a Saint Master or a Beast Tamer?" Wu Yongjun asked, his mouth agape in astonishment. "And your strength has already surpassed a Battle Saint; you are now a Dharma Saint!" Gu Fenghua’s brilliance illuminated the entire space; he was hardly blind.

The crisp, melodious voice made Wang Feng’s eyes light up once more. Although it carried a slight exotic accent, considering she was a foreigner, being able to reach this level was already quite remarkable.

As this was said, another squad of bodyguards rushed out of the Kang family manor. These were the second wave of reinforcements requested by The Eagle, numbering around twenty men.

"Very well, I shall have someone send it to you once I return. But have you done this sort of thing before? Experience is ideal, of course, but if you lack it, I can send people to offer counsel so that no mishaps occur," Yang Kuang said thoughtfully.

Guan Yu naturally disclosed everything one by one; in these matters, no one would think to hide anything.

If Galiu were to die and be devoured by the Great Serpent Gade, what an exaggerated set of attributes would that bring to him, his master?

Although various rumors continued to circulate within the empire, the Star-Moon Emperor remained silent, as if he no longer took the matter to heart.

Thus, in the minds of the people of the Star Empire, Luo Chen had effectively become the true Imperial Preceptor, and no one dared to harbor any doubts.

As long as they could maintain a certain point gap with Brooklyn, they had a chance. The opponent still had some decent players in their ranks. If those players came on, things might become difficult.

"It is already the end of the year; why are these people not waiting until after the New Year to look for work?" Narcissus asked.

Cheng Ziyu had managed to escape her stepmother's clutches and return to the capital alive, though God only knows how much she had suffered. She likely had no one else to rely on in the capital and had only sought him out because she could no longer survive on her own.

If the path ahead were blocked and they continued to pursue her, or if she encountered a more formidable entity, she would simply retreat into the spatial realm to avoid the storm.

Changyu hung her head in grievance, remaining silent. She knew such things could not be said aloud, yet she felt stifled in her heart.

As the sound echoed, the two Spirit Transformation cultivators flickered, appearing in the sky ten miles away from Mo Wuchang.

Those dozen or so warrior attendants perished in the blink of an eye under the combined assault of Zhao Yun, Liu Meng, Geng Qi, and the others.

"I could replace the enemy's weapons with bricks," Yun Yang thought to himself, stroking his chin with pure malice.

Ye Kai did not fear a shootout, for General Jiali was very close to him. If he could seize the general's sidearm and take him hostage, he would certainly be able to escape.

The Yuancheng Cup was an A-level series tournament, the Yuancheng Cup Silver Cup was an N-level series tournament, and the Bronze Cup was yet another event required to obtain an entry ticket for the N-level series.

The four of them extended their palms simultaneously. The spiritual energy of different attributes within the space transformed into streams of light, weaving together like dragons as they surged toward Chen Xi.

Lin Zhengfeng was actually ambitious enough to want to annex Vietnam, and he intended to wage war on both the Holy Realm and the Mortal Realm simultaneously.

After all, learning a 'Q' skill at level one allowed for three stages of damage, not to mention the "Blood Elite" set he was using this time, which added significant output through the bleeding effect when skills hit the enemy.

Lin Zhengfeng stood motionless, and suddenly, these words spilled from his lips.

The army was drawn up in formation, with the three of them stationed at the head, the waist, and the tail of the serpent. There was nothing to eat at the moment, but the remaining Black Mountain soldiers were battle-hardened veterans, steadfast as tigers. Each gripped their weapons tightly, eyes wide and fierce, scanning the direction from which they had come from atop their horses.

Dong Ming was very clear that Hang Yu encouraged everyone to utilize company resources, especially human resources.

Her appearance was far too seductive, especially since she was drenched, and a patch of fair, soft, and alluring skin at her chest slipped out from her camisole pajamas, appearing exceptionally dazzling.

"Hmph, Lieutenant General Lehman, I would appreciate it if you did not interrupt so rudely while I am speaking to Hao Zhi!" Li Weigong ignored his existence almost instantly, dismissing the military commander as if he were an adult reprimanding a child.

The Supreme Elder and the former Sect Master of the Shangqing Palace were both at the late stage of the Martial Emperor realm, and the ancestor who was in death meditation had reached the perfection of the Martial Emperor realm.

Xiao Fan, Nangong Suxin, and Murong Die also entered the courtyard, while Qin Xuan’s and Nangong Suxin’s subordinates waited outside.

Jiang Yuli blushed slightly. She remembered the last time Xiao Fan had coaxed her into a bath together, and even now, the memory made her shy.

The new rice paper showed no signs of being new; instead, it merged perfectly with the original painting. Without a close inspection, one could not tell it had been pasted on.

*Hum—* A humming sound suddenly emanated from the alchemy furnace. The lid was blown away by a sudden burst of energy, and the pills inside flew out, attempting to escape.

Inside the grand hall, a man appeared, dressed in a white robe embroidered with gold thread. He sat upright in a chair forged of purple gold, wearing a silver half-mask that revealed only half of a face as beautiful as mutton-fat jade.