Chapter 47

Although Kim Gaphong held back, he was not overly naive or lenient. After kicking Abner flying with a few swift strikes, he pressed his advantage mercilessly, launching several more kicks toward Abner's waist.

Meanwhile, the burly warrior fighting Su Yu noticed someone suddenly ambushing his three companions. He hastily traded a heavy palm strike with Su Yu, leveraged the recoil force to break away, and retreated to the side, glaring warily at the sudden appearance of Tiekuchuan.

Yet now, he realized that even as an inner disciple of the Gale Sect, he still fell short compared to Chen Feng.

Are the elders of your Shattering Star Palace really this idle? A dignified elder of a generation, reduced to delivering command tokens.

Ouyang Hao pulled her closer in a thoughtful embrace. In fact, Ouyang Hao later found out that the man at the ROOM hotel that day was none other than Eric, though he had simply never asked Liu Xu about it. Yet this time, she had actually spent an entire night sharing a room with him.

The Super Soldier Serum cumulatively grants the user an additional 35 years of lifespan, while the Blood Orchid increases cell division frequency by 50%, similarly extending one's life.

Perhaps persuaded by Rahu's words, or perhaps having chosen to give up of his own accord, the hero of Koma City did not use the dimensional gate again, instead casting a healing spell upon himself.

Judging by this conversation, Muxi's relationship with this temple was clearly extraordinary. Furthermore, her status was above that of ordinary guards, even surpassing the thief who had previously stayed in the courtyard to observe visitors.

The moment Simon stepped out of the command vehicle, countless reporters swarmed forward instantly, thrusting microphones of all shapes and sizes right toward him.

Yuan Tiangang spoke with a somewhat unnatural expression; under Xu Le's questioning, he clearly lacked confidence.

"The blood feud of our destroyed manor is irreconcilable!" The members of the Blood-Slaying Marquis Manor looked up and roared, their blood boiling with fierce murderous intent. Most of these elders had spent the better part of their lives in Thorn City, harboring a deep sense of belonging to the Blood-Slaying Marquis Manor.

Qin Hao called out to her, initially intending to accompany her back. Instead, she was in a bad mood and insisted on going to a bar to drink.

"Understood!" Before the words faded, the figure had already vanished from the guest room, leaving only wisps of blue smoke curling from the freshly brewed tea on the table.

Could the person behind Manager Peng be this Mu Jingtian? Had he actually recognized me long ago, but simply found it hard to believe how a cultivator at the mid-stage of the Qi-Building Realm could have possibly become a cultivator at the Earth-Realm?

Meanwhile, within the post house where the people of the Snow Moon Kingdom were resting, some appeared restless. The two Yu brothers were among them, pacing back and forth within the courtyard, utterly unable to focus on cultivation.

Once she entered the bathroom and turned on the shower, Qin Hao slipped out quietly and hurriedly knocked on Li Weiwei's door for help.

Witnessing this horrific spectacle, even Jiang Xingyang, who had slain quite a few people in his time, was shaken to the core by the scene.

Qinghuan choked on a piece of flaky pastry, let out a soft cough, and turned to look at Su Ying's darkened face. Without a word, Su Ying tossed down some silver coins and pulled Qinghuan away.

From the main encampment, loud and resonant horns echoed from afar, drifting across every camp of the grand army.

The people of the Wind Empire had prepared a total of six targets, mounted on horses ridden by six guards as they moved about. Meanwhile, Qing Beihuang's horse stood forty meters away, and these targets would constantly shift forward, backward, left, and right.

Hearing Gong Ze's astonished tone, Jiang Luofang furrowed his handsome brow tightly. Nineteen years ago, in the original parallel world, Zheng Lanyin did not exist; why on earth did Gong Ze know Zheng Lanyin?

Ju Rongxi looked at her calmly, much like watching a cat persistently hopping up and down, clearly unfazed by her empty threats.

He locked his arms firmly around her slender waist, pulling her tight against his broad chest, sucking, pressing, and kneading as he domineeringly and fiercely plundered the sweetness from her lips. With nowhere to hide, she instinctively reached up to wrap her arms around his neck once more, helplessly yielding to his demands.

Ye Xi looked around, gazing up at the ceiling and then down at the floor. Was this anger? It was clearly nothing more than flirting.

Even after I rejected him, he did not give up. Sometimes he would still pull off romantic gestures, and with Lu Tingchen and Lu Shuimo present at the time, his antics left me feeling utterly awkward.

After today, he would be the rightful emperor of the Night Kingdom. With the position comes the responsibility. He would surely lead the Night Kingdom to prosperity and strength, living up to everyone's high hopes and fulfilling Huang'er's expectations of him.

"You must be drunk, or perhaps you're having neurological issues. Would you like me to call and book an appointment with a neurology specialist?" Feng Lingzheng said with a forced smile.

Previously, she merely disliked Jiang Tiansheng. But now, Princess Gem's understanding of Jiang Tiansheng had deepened further.

Everything around him began to slow down as Wang Hao closely observed every single microscopic movement of Draymond Green.

The next day, when he walked downstairs with dark circles under his eyes, he saw Ye Siyao holding two bags of soy milk, her bag slung diagonally across her shoulder, leaning against the wall at the intersection. Seeing him approach, she immediately straightened up and cheerfully handed him the soy milk.

Then, the Envoy's red rope tightly coiled around her form was repelled by the white fabric of destiny, writhing wildly like a cluster of pinched red maggots.

Cheng Beimu felt a mix of amusement and exasperation. Hearing his unquestionable tone once more, he could only nod, bid him goodnight, and hurriedly hung up the phone.

The Goddess of the Moon, whose cold and pristine eyes were barely holding back, instantly rippled with layers of surging emotion. A wave of immense astonishment struck her mind, and she abruptly gazed up at the golden scroll in the sky.

Though falling just short for several years and failing to surpass the tsunami brothers, he had still garnered the prestigious honor of the "Best Defensive Warrior Award" in Huaxia.

Take Kevin Durant, for example. When he executed a post-up move against Smart followed by a fadeaway jump shot, it was extremely difficult for the latter to contest the shot effectively.

"I just don't want you to be used as a gun by that old bastard, because what you guys need is unity," Mike said coldly, referring to his relationship with Yu Xiaoqing. This merchant-like Smith made him intensely disgusted.