Chapter 34

Three flying knives aimed straight at the red-haired man's vital points. With a single swing of his great hammer, the red-haired man blocked them all, though one knife still managed to slice through his clothing.

The cavalry that had caught up with the Sword Maiden did not charge immediately. They knew full well that Laurent’s cunning blade, wielded by Mu Jing, had just cooled down. If the E skill was blocked, there was a strong chance Mu Jing would escape.

“All clans and sects have reached a consensus today—intending to forcefully pass through the light barrier!” someone responded.

“Shadowless Fist!” With a thunderous roar, the man Avalance unleashed a flurry of giant fists charged with the force of wind and thunder, smashing down from all directions toward Jiang Dong.

The island was not large, dotted with simple trees and mostly shrubs, offering few resources.

Watching the star-studded lineup training outside the office and the highly praised Brickley, Yi Yang found himself growing increasingly eager for his summer training.

“Damn it, I thought you’d play the turtle. Uncle Ba, you handle this mule. Leave this guy to me! Tonight, Uncle Ba, we must eat donkey meat!” Qian Qiong licked his lips excitedly. The sixteen of them versus Jiang Dong was more than enough.

Just as the two of them stood up, a lion suddenly appeared and swatted Kui away with a single paw.

Wu Song’s intuition was right: it was difficult for the Western Xia to conquer the Northern Song. The real game was at the gates—negotiating peace to secure benefits.

“You’re perfect in every way except that you don’t talk much!” The Gu King’s gaze toward Fei Mo softened gradually, a gentleness that was heartbreakingly tender.

“Accept!” He was now a cockroach anyway; being an insect-type was better than an ordinary profession. After all, this was a hidden class.

They finally realized deeply that Ji Yu had grown to a level beyond their imagination.

“Phew—” The man exhaled, straightening his long, habitually bent body, as if troubled by something.

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“She received Ah Li’s love; shouldn’t she go underground to accompany him, to repay his deep affection?” Empress He said matter-of-factly.

Their father’s rebellion had been planned since the ninth year of the Wude era—the very year the old man died.

Thus, Lie Die naturally moved in. Since Lie Die’s previous incarnation was Yula, she could communicate with the two lizards.

“That’s easy. I’ll go find our ancestor. Wait here for news,” Meng Jiang said, leaving the soft couch. With Zi Su’s help, she refreshed her appearance.

After they struck two stones together, the dust from the stones drifted onto Sun Haochi’s body. They then stepped back a few meters to observe.

Perhaps their loyalty to Zheng Ming was not as unwavering as their own lords’, but there was little difference. Like Sai Weng and others who chased Zheng Ming’s shadow, they too had always looked up to their respective lords with longing and pursuit.

Once he landed safely, he had no time to trouble Yun Zhixuan; he still wanted to burrow underground, ready to crush Zhang Qian and the others to rescue his own primordial spirit.

As for the Overturning Sea Bowl, Zhang Qian was not greedy for it. He wasn’t shameless to that extent. Having seen many innate treasures and spiritual artifacts, such a magical tool as the Overturning Sea Bowl was not something he valued highly.

Right now, he desperately wanted to throw himself upon her and kiss her. Yet he feared he might regret it once he acted.

Such astonishing speed was beyond ordinary resistance. More terrifying was that unless Luo Xiu’s heart nature dissipated, the blade light he struck would not be destroyed. This was why the Spirit Sovereign was surprised when his golden mace dispersed the blade light.

Under this overwhelming, all-encompassing righteous assault, Cui Guanchuan showed none of the stubbornness or defiance seen in our side. Nor was there any trace of fighting to the death or refusing to accept fate.

It seemed all blame fell on the vengeful employee who died in the explosion, having nothing to do with Zhao Kexin.

Also… your surname is Feng, right? May I ask you, by your standards, what counts as not being malicious?

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Ling Nuannuan was far more focused than those in the entertainment world who were like mere actors. At least in matters of political intrigue and conduct, she was leagues ahead—a truly formidable opponent.

Near the handle of the blade was a sun-like pattern. Lines radiated outward like sunlight streaming toward the tip.

Among the tribes, battles were even more brutal. Should a young person with the potential to become a tattoo master appear in an enemy tribe, they would often be mercilessly killed. The birth of a tattoo master meant a continuous supply of tattooers.

“Boom!” A loud sound stirred the crowd’s chatter. What do wealthy families value most these days? Their face. Hua Yu’s words struck a nerve, shifting their expressions.

“I don’t know. Madam, what do you need?” Mo Chen’s eyes narrowed slightly as he appraised Saria, a gentle smile gracing his face as he spoke softly.

While the two whispered, a gleaming golden light approached from afar, pulling a carriage behind it.

Back on the Water Spirit Star, when they met at the Carefree Palace, Snow Thirteen had disguised himself as a Ling family envoy, arrogantly throwing a tantrum.

That day, Snow Thirteen was practicing in a quiet garden when Gu Peng hurriedly approached, his face full of panic.

Du Ge nodded. Yu, who had just woken and was still frightened, did not understand what was happening. Upon hearing “can’t turn back,” she recalled something, pulled down her pants, stiffened, and burst into tears once again.