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Zhou Tianhao, who should have entered this simulator alongside him, was nowhere to be seen. The streets, shrouded in the veil of night, were exceptionally silent; not another sound could be heard.

Yan Tianyu then naturally turned his gaze toward Luo Chuan, discovering that this fellow was still strolling along as if on a leisurely walk. At that moment, the smile on Yan Tianyu's face grew even more radiant.

Temujin was, naturally, never short of protective generals. With a roar, the Black Savage Dragon—a man with a face like black lacquer, wide eyes, and a broad mouth—clad in black-gold armor and mounted on a tall black steed, charged toward Hong Chengchou, wielding a pair of iron hammers as large as bushel baskets.

Although he was only the lieutenant of the First Division, the other lieutenant, Sasakibe Chojiro, had also mastered Bankai.

It did not take long for Ling Chen to refine over a dozen types of healing medicine, each totaling more than a hundred pills. With so many, they would last him for quite some time. Having no intention to refine more, Ling Chen sat aside to recover his spiritual energy.

It was clear that the gift had been given for her sake, meant to bring her joy, yet she had rejected him.

"Audacious!" Vice-General He Jie bellowed. The atmosphere immediately grew heavy, thick with the scent of gunpowder. The gathered knights drew closer to the center, as if to watch the spectacle.

"I'm sorry! What did you say to me before you came to the hospital? You said that if you brought us out, you would bring every single one of us back. And now? How do you intend to bring He Zhong and He Cheng back? How do you intend to bring all our brothers back, whole and unscathed?" Sima Yongle grew more agitated with every word.

Thus, the next moment, Luo Chuan merely glanced at Xiao Chonghai, and the brilliant starlight on the latter’s body quietly extinguished.

"Do you think that by joining forces you can handle the union of our blades and whips?" The man’s voice was wild in the extreme as he slowly walked toward Zi Moli.

"Hehe." Yadong replied with two silly laughs. Seeing Qidian speak in such a manner, he reasoned that he was not receiving a gift for nothing, and considering that the Shengda Sword Casting City was in the business of forging swords, he put aside his thoughts and said no more.

A chill struck the Black Dragon’s heart. Beneath that calm voice lay Lang Hongxiang’s judgment—a stillness that followed boundless rage, the arrival of death.

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"Very well, then let us see if you have the strength to back it up." Ming Chou stopped wasting words. With a coil of his long spear, a sharp aura of death surged into the sky, and his gray star essence, carrying formidable power, struck down violently.

He desperately circulated the spiritual energy within his body, putting his full strength into bombarding the dark mass in his dantian. The result of this action was not only that the dark mass remained unharmed, but that it began to devour his spiritual energy even more rapidly, and the black halo around it began to thicken at speed.

"Did that Haiyan marry a rich man or something? Why is she so wealthy? Look at the way she carries herself," Zhiyin continued to ask.

"Many thanks for your assistance, Senior. Are you of the Snow Sky Eagle clan?" The moment Lang Hongxiang saw the giant eagle, he knew it was a powerhouse of the Snow Sky Eagle clan—a terrifying fifth-order existence, no less.

Observing Chen Xinghai’s utter embarrassment, some observant onlookers grew curious. However, having recently experienced the crushing pressure of Murong Yuntian, even those itching with curiosity were forced to hold their tongues.

He could even refine artifacts without the need for firewood. It was a pity he lacked the materials; otherwise, he truly wanted to forge a flying sword and experience the thrill of flight.

"How can this be? How can this be? They are mere commoners! How could they control swords? How could they walk upon the void??" Lie Chang stared at Yadong, Tulage, and Heige, roaring loudly, "These commoners are but insects I toy with!" Lie Chang shook his head violently, unable to accept this reality.

Naturally, the bridal chamber had not been prepared. Han Xiao had told Xue Jingjing that he intended to welcome the remaining sisters into his tent only on the day of the grand wedding, a fact Wang Xue’er was also aware of.

Humanity, immortality, demons, spirits, ghosts—no path could escape the cycle of the Heavenly River.

An’an walked over, took Lu Mingfei’s wrist, and checked his pulse; it was relatively steady.

What exactly the Heavenly Dao was, no one knew. Everyone in the cultivation world spoke of the Heavenly Dao, yet who controlled it remained a mystery.

"What is the reason? Perhaps it was unclear from the plane!" Political Commissar Zhang asked. Division Commander Deng and Chief of Staff Tang remained silent, merely nodding in acknowledgment.

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"Mr. Yue knows a little about this, but he does not know it is to prepare 'medicine' for my father. Without the medicinal herbs, Mr. Yue is helpless as well." Luo remained with his head bowed, confessing honestly, though he did not say why he had not told Fan Tong and the others about the search for herbs.

Time passed, and eventually, the three carriages turned one after another onto a quiet, long street. This street was rarely frequented; lined with tall trees on both sides, the foliage was lush, and the wind blowing through brought a refreshing coolness.

Yet, he found it somewhat strange: what was the Crown Prince’s purpose in bringing the Wind Cavalry to Linyang Pass?

"As for how I determined it was you, Lu Youkui—do you wish to know?" Lingxi asked playfully.

Feng Yihang later returned to the company. With the year drawing to a close, there were truly many matters to arrange and handle.

Upon returning home, Lin Yi prepared the medicine himself. Zhao Qiniang’s illness was severe, and mortal medicine would require time to take effect.

Ferguson regained his stern expression; the match was not yet over. He knew it was impossible to finish Chelsea off with a single blow. Having clashed with Mourinho many times, he understood him too well. This Chelsea side possessed an indomitable perseverance and was difficult to defeat.

"Fame, wealth, and beauty—these four things are difficult even for a sage to escape, let alone His Majesty, who has been cultivating in the Purple Heaven Palace and has never been exposed to the affairs of the Primordial World. It is inevitable that his Dao heart would be momentarily unsettled!" The Great Emperor Ziwei sighed.