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I had not paid much attention to the exterior of the hotel before, but upon closer inspection, it was quite luxurious, rivaling a five-star establishment. No wonder Zhang Minghan chose this place. Zhang Hao pulled seven ancient copper coins from his ritual kit, while I retrieved six diamond nails from my pocket.

"Although it would be as easy as flipping my hand to attack you right now, I will wait until you have finished transporting everything," Tang Yu said, looking at Tu Fei with a smile.

With that, he walked to the trunk of the car, opened it, placed Yan Yu'er's bag inside, and shut it.

In the end, Xiang Lan still could not get through to him. She sent a text message, asking him to reply the moment he saw it.

Nowadays, competition across all domestic industries is too intense. Ever since the financial crisis broke out years ago, business in China has not been as easy to conduct as it once was.

The space around Qin Tian flickered slightly, and his body simply vanished. Over these past two hundred years, he had become increasingly proficient in manipulating space. Although he had mastered only three truths of space, it was enough to handle many difficulties.

"Alright, I'm going to take a shower!" With that, Meng Jun patted Ling Jie on the shoulder and turned to head upstairs.

Just as Qin Tian was about to take action, a voice suddenly came from not far away, and Qin Tian looked toward the newcomer with a hint of dissatisfaction.

Zi Niu was wearing a man's jacket, her hair disheveled. Even with a scar remaining on her forehead, she could not hide her delicate, flushed lips, her charming eyes, and her vibrant cheeks. Sigh, every time she finished sucking Jia Fengshuai’s blood and retracted her wings, she would look as if she had just experienced a bout of passion—completely flushed and satisfied.

Gu Zimu sat in the luxurious private room of the Gu family. Only when he heard the name "Huoshan Sect" did he slowly open his eyes. The Huoshan Sect had always advocated frugality; it was a famous cultivation sect in Wuyue Province with strict rules and upright disciples, earning it a fine reputation.

The relationship between the Land of Fire and the Land of Lightning could not be called friendly. The previous Second Hokage had died in the Land of Fire, and although a long time had passed, the relationship between the two nations had not eased because of it.

Skyfire Number Thirty-Eight smiled, then suddenly struck with lightning speed, throwing a punch toward Meng Fanhai.

The North, Central American, and Caribbean region had the fewest participating teams, with only three: Mexico, Costa Rica, and Panama.

The other martial arts practitioners saw this and shook their heads one after another. In this day and age, if you don't court death, you won't die; no one could predict what kind of person you might provoke.

"What do you mean?" Peter looked at Qi Feng with mockery, as if he did not believe Qi Feng dared to utter a word of dissent.

The man in black stood silently. His face was completely obscured by a black cloth, making it impossible to see his true appearance. The only things visible were his eyes, which were incredibly calm—like a dried-up well, so still they were unsettling.

After scanning the area, he saw Chen Zhifan standing directly behind him, watching him with a faint smile.

With his level of ability, even if there were a thousand of him, it would be impossible to inflict any harm on Xia Liu.

"Still the same sloppy look," Wei Wuji said, not afraid of being laughed at, as he leaped onto the carriage.

Jia Fute laughed, gesturing to indicate that a VIP had arrived in the valley. The date palm grove was heavily guarded; there were at least five hidden sentry posts and some camouflaged landmines. The two young men were familiar with the path and snaked through it, with us following closely behind.

I already considered myself quite experienced in cave exploration, but I did not know if this so-called "Dragon Palace" was like an underwater subterranean city—a vast underground world—or like the supposed final hiding place of the Houyi tribe in Changzhi, Shanxi, filled with bizarre monsters and frenzied slaughter.

The soul crystal belonging to the one who spoke of silk threads had become the target of observation for Ye Feng and the others. Yet, it remained impossible to absorb or examine, appearing like an ordinary blue stone.

"This monster is cruel, hateful, and vengeful. It excels at spraying toxic, corrosive liquid at those it loathes. It must be aiming at us now..." Before Xue Shan could finish, a large glob of yellowish-green, phlegm-like corrosive liquid sprayed onto the barrier behind me and Xue Shan, which was utterly disgusting.

However, it was the second half of Zhong Xi’s sentence that made his heart tighten suddenly, and a faint, burning sensation spread across his handsome face.

Unlike the filthy cells in other dungeons covered with weeds, this cell contained a bed with silk quilts, and a table, chairs, and tea set were placed to the side.

He took off his cloak and handed it to me. "The town of Xuhuai is just ahead. Put on the cloak and take care of yourself. Do not go up the mountain again." With that, he turned and walked back.

He made a rough calculation and found that the relationship between Grandfather Han and Grandfather Su could only be described as a family friendship, but this bond had faded somewhat over the years. That was why, upon arriving at the Su family home, he had not seen anyone from the Han family.

Then, he threw the corpse onto those patterns, and the markings immediately attached themselves to the body, wrapping around it tightly. Xuan Yuan Tianjiao paid no more attention to it, instead turning his gaze toward Wang Li. He was crying, and his sobbing was so wretched, yet Wang Li was laughing—a laugh that was even more pathetic than the crying.

Tiger turned and walked out the door. Xu Dawei struggled hard, but the ropes on his body were woven from vines; though thin, they were extremely resilient and impossible to break free from. The chair under his feet was bolted directly to the concrete floor, and the vines had already worn through his skin, yet he lacked the strength to escape.

Heisha’s voice drifted into the carriage. As the people inside heard it, they also felt the carriage slow down significantly.

At this moment, Xiao Yiqin walked into the room with a steady gait, a cryptic, half-smile playing on his lips.