82 Spirits and Deities (14)

"I think we should strengthen our defense. Dennis and Patrick, you two should be able to hold the inside." The Zen Master was never that passionate about the All-Star season, so at moments like these, Coach instantly became the Chief.

A body of dark gold, every inch radiating immense power and an overwhelming presence—just emerging, it shattered space and crushed everything in its path. Six divine steles descended to suppress it, but before they could even draw near, they suddenly shuddered and were swept away by beams of black light, vanishing without a trace.

Yet they had to admit, ever since Han Xin gained the trust of Hei Fu, he had fought four or five beautiful battles, well deserving of the honor.

Before long, Chen Xuan activated the Ultra-Perfect Evolution Device, slowly retrieved the Eternal Sacred Fruit, which had been stored in a special dimensional space where time stood completely still, and instructed the God of War Yunmeng to consume it immediately.

Overlooking the scene, Chen Xuan saw the vast stream of vehicles at the starting point and immediately began to move forward.

This assassin leader would train the victims, turning them into invincible assassins in a very short time, enabling them to complete their revenge.

"How could this happen!" With his eyes narrowed, staring fixedly at Liu Ling, Tie Zhanxiong was utterly shocked.

Ji Zili felt her mind begin to boil; she could think of nothing at all. Every sensation in her body seemed to gather at her lips and mouth, where flames seemed to spread with each kiss, even her teeth tingling and itching with awareness.

The corners of the three men’s mouths were tinged with bitterness. Local officials were nothing compared to those in the capital. After all these years, to be exiled again—this time to Korea, which had only just been incorporated into the Ming Empire.

The emperor’s words were not without merit. Though they had some theories about the origins of the plague, they had yet to find the root cause or a definitive means of containment.

Lu Yuan’s words made Jiang Ning bristle with anger. She detested such yielding; anything she wanted, she believed, should be fought for.

But when the system’s substance and external function were poorly designed, it became a pig’s tail—ugly without it, but useless with it.

Because of the special translator embedded in the armor suits, their language was directly converted into the Beast Tribe’s tongue.

So, at first, he said, "If you can’t sell them all, I can help you cut your losses when you come back."

Jiang Tian’s face was pale, but her gaze was steady. Except for some unpredictable abilities, traditional powers like water manipulation had dedicated manuals teaching everyone how to kill with them.

Meanwhile, as they flew, these beasts continued to scan the ground below with sharp eyes.

If he truly wanted to boost sales, he’d have to pay Zhen Ye a penalty for breaching contract, spend time finding a new location, hire more staff—and after all that hassle, he’d earn nothing but ordinary RMB.

Moreover, Ye Qingping was extremely dissatisfied, and his frustration had already surpassed the respect he felt for himself as a teacher.

So what was that strange-tasting thing in his mouth? Gu Heng wondered if his own tongue had gone bad.

Yet behind him, there was no response; everything around him returned to normal, the only sound the whistling of the wind in his ears.

She felt completely at ease, as though she’d had a full-body massage; her whole body was warm, blood flowing smoothly.

At the very least, Tang Ziling would no longer remain in bed all day; she would come out to look at the flowers, even if she still wouldn’t talk to anyone.

"Mom, what’s wrong? Is something on your mind?" Lu Yunge immediately noticed her mother’s changed state since their arrival, and she had a feeling it was related to that Mu Lin from earlier.

She kept explaining to Bai Xingyan that she truly didn’t mean to pressure him by relying on the Empress Dowager’s influence, and Bai Xingyan tried to comfort her, saying that it was all that troublemaker Bai Heran’s fault.

"Get lost. Who said I wanted to be with you?" Fu Jing irritably brushed away the hand around her waist and laid out breakfast on the table, all brought from Cloudstar, most of them her favorites.

Later, she understood that having the right to choose depended on one’s birth. With her background, no one cared, no one watched over her, and there were no rules—so she could live as she pleased.

Pei Zheng and the driver were mostly shot in the head. The car kept moving forward, about to crash into the curb. He hurriedly pulled the handbrake and leaned forward to yank out the car key.

"Heh, if you’ve come here, it’s fate’s guidance. There’s no crime in that," came a calm voice, warm as winter sunlight.

At that moment, she realized the reason the Demon Path’s defenses seemed so weak was not because they were truly fragile, but because Park Wonjo’s attention was never on the outer defenses; he hadn’t dispatched reinforcements when that area was attacked.

At first, she hadn’t wanted to care, but then she grew angry—wasn’t it enough to take the money and go, transaction complete? Why make such a scene? What was the point?

Anyone with eyes knew this was the central government’s way of controlling local power. Governors and nobles alike could only grit their teeth under Soderlor and the intelligence department’s watchful eyes. Commoners talked endlessly, and some believed the kingdom was doomed to fall into chaos.

Back then, seeing her sitting by the roadside, crying so bitterly, Xiao Nanye’s heart truly ached for her.

But just as the immortal spear was about to strike Daoling, the Heavenly Dao City suddenly awakened. Within the city, a celestial palace burst forth with ultimate power. In the chaos within the palace, the figure of a once-invincible forbidden true immortal slowly manifested.

That hand of primordial energy, under the bombardment of hundreds of Hong Yu’s shockwave punches, exploded in a blaze of star-like energy points that scattered to the ground.

That is why I stopped updating online—because as long as the ending is in my hands, there remains the possibility of selling it at a better price.

But just as Meng Que and his companions were about to leave, Murong Ziye, who had been lying in the rain, stared blankly at the sky. The coolness of the rain seemed to bring him slowly back to his senses.

A faint smile curled at the corner of Ji Yan’s lips; he was helpless. Having come this far, right and wrong no longer mattered. To stop now was a vain hope. If it is a mistake, let it be so—spilled water can never be gathered again.

Harvey glanced again at Jim, whose face was covered in blood—his entire ear nearly bitten off, a pitiful sight.

Yet within Fang Ye’s body, bone fragments slowly began to reform in his blood, piece by piece, taking their original shape once more.