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"I’m fine. Pass down my orders—release the Nether of Hell." The Grand Elder stared in defeat at the main force of the Crimson Flame Sect across from him, which was already beginning to retreat. Gritting his teeth, he handed the Crimson Flame Token to the general.

In a way, the weapon of the cave mongoose was much like the sting on a bee’s tail—something it could only use once in a lifetime.

Not only had the fallen soldiers met their end, but even this brand-new Baikal airship was about to crash into the snow. Created to eradicate the "Baikal" Alliance, and now meeting its end here—what a pitiable airship. Its builders must be weeping.

The change was subtle, but noticeable. Had he been beaten like this before, he would have been bedridden for days. But now, without Su Yin’s help, he could handle things himself.

Yet he did not flee. As for our young master—he could have left the Peony Fairy behind and escaped alone. Had he done so, he might have made it out alive.

Such a powerful lineup, performing together in concert, mobilizing a significant portion of the entertainment industry’s backbone, and adding these young talents—it was a musical celebration, a grand festival, certain to cause a sensation and be wildly popular.

The Five Kings and their companions were even more astonished. This outcome was far better than any of them had anticipated.

She was especially attentive to the councilor named "Qikleyn," more precisely because "that man" required her to keep an eye on Qikleyn, who had joined the council earlier, and to carry out a secret mission.

White robes and green robes were the standard attire of these prestigious orthodox sects, yet the young man before them wore a tight-fitting blue suit.

For some reason, Ling Zhoutian felt his negative thoughts must have been the result of something he had done. However, he couldn’t figure out exactly what it was.

Fuya knew, in truth, that it wasn’t Mu Han’s fault; it was simply that Qin Xiaoxiao had ill intentions.

The smile did not last long. Ji Xili’s face grew calm, and when he looked up again, his gaze was icy and full of warning.

Lan Lan, naturally, noticed Mo Hao’s disappointment, but she couldn’t help feeling a twinge of jealousy. Since their trip to Mount Liu, she had developed a subtle admiration for the young cultivator before her. Though she sensed he harbored many secrets, a faint affection unique to her had quietly emerged.

When everyone gathered at the village entrance and the second branch’s family was nowhere to be seen, Old Master Jiang told Jiang Fengshu from the main house to fetch Jiang Youli and his family. Jiang Youde objected, insisting they couldn’t let the second branch hold everyone up.

Xia Qing’s head, once muddled and swollen, felt as if doused in a bucket of icy water, instantly clearing.

He voluntarily reduced the number of cards in his hand by one. His gaze shifted between his opponent’s two set cards and his own field.

Soon, doctors and nurses arrived. The noise reminded her of the moment she’d lost consciousness, when someone had called her name, "Lili," amid the clamor.

This was a card meant to expand one’s advantage, allowing a Gladiator Beast to special summon another from the deck when it entered the field.

Mo Hao, however, had a different take on this technique. If he used it to appear beside someone while they were distracted and attacked, it might yield miraculous results. Still, the technique required more cultivation. Mo Hao muttered to himself that he would have to practice the Tidal Flip Art diligently when he got back.

Uncle Bo walked straight down the street. When he reached a trash can, he glanced around before pulling a cigarette pack from his pocket and tossing it in the bin.

Now, He Lang no longer had the strength to check on the Demon-Absorbing Bottle himself. Just walking there and back would take him hours.

She sat in her bedchamber, a chessboard arranged neatly on the table. Black and white pieces shone under the lamplight. Beside them were two recently brewed cups of tea, the delicate white porcelain adorned with painted mountains and rivers.

"Min’er, do you really think she must be executed immediately? She was Brother King’s favorite concubine, and besides, the evidence isn’t exactly convincing..." The emperor spoke softly to Xie Min, unwilling for Jing Cheng and Xie You to see his hesitation.

When a person’s life is at stake, there’s nothing they won’t do—even setting up a longevity tablet for their enemy. All dignity is lost; the man’s courage had been eroded completely.

I nodded, then drew another cigarette from the pack and handed it to him. So, the two of us sat side by side on barstools, smoking in silence.

He knew that once Ancestor Qingyu caught up, his life would be in grave danger. Still, after much thought, he decided to stand with the others and face their fate together.

"So you’re saying I’m not a wise ruler." His tone was hard to read—like the calm before a storm, or perhaps a statement of simple fact.

In the autumn of the sixth year of Qianyou’s reign, secret edicts flew from the capital. In the remote and sparsely populated regions of Yizhou, Liangzhou, Jingzhou, Jiaozhou, and the Western Territories, large armies and laborers appeared. Under military supervision, laborers reclaimed wasteland and collected manure for fertilizer.

Let alone this recent brawl—unless his son had inexplicably turned into a good-for-nothing dandy, there were likely hidden stories behind it all.

A royal reward, however ordinary, was always cause for joy. Of course, it would never be truly mundane.

Later, after meeting the person before her, she joined an assassin organization, wandering and carrying out missions everywhere.

She had always disliked the live streaming profession of Li Xiao, but after witnessing his performance today, her opinion had softened—if only a little. Yet, this latest act made her dislike him all over again.

Mu Ruxue immediately hung up, her heart pounding as she shakily opened today’s headlines.

Shen Wang lifted his gaze in a daze, meeting Gu Shengsheng’s clear, innocent, and utterly self-assured eyes. After a long moment, he was the first to look away.

"Yuqi, you haven’t told me yet—what are the delicacies of Shu?" Xiangli Yanran asked with a hint of impatience.