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Accepting it would mean owing them a favor; refusing would embarrass them, leaving them in an awkward position. A glimmering radiance burst forth from every inch of his skin, transforming into a terrifying divine light that enveloped him completely. Although Shen Cai had long suspected the outcome, he still felt a pang of disappointment and was about to leave. By chance, just then, someone entered the shop—a man hauling a cartload of rice, which he parked at the entrance while calling out.

Peach Blossom, kneeling on the ground, was so anxious that sweat poured down her forehead. Clutching the hem of her clothes, she reminded herself that her life belonged to her master; he could reclaim it whenever he wished. Yet, if she failed in her assigned task, even death would bring her no peace.

Yun An was deeply vexed, but could do nothing except swallow his questions and frustration, while his gaze toward Zhuxin grew ever more unfriendly.

“Boss, we’re back.” At that moment, Chang Yiming and Peng Hu came upstairs. Their eyes briefly flickered over the body of the personal guard commander pinned to the pillar, shocked in their hearts.

Some people could hardly restrain themselves, their feet itching to step forward, desperate to snatch up the pancakes.

A teacup crashed to the floor—shattering into pieces. Everyone in the room bowed their heads, wishing they could shrink into the cracks of the earth.

The four mysterious forces belonging to the Zhuxian Sword appeared, swirling around Qin Feng and completing his aura in flawless perfection.

The Emperor of the Netherworld pointed at the round pearl in Lin Fan’s hand and explained, “If I’m not mistaken, this alligator’s soul power is less than 1,400. Absorbing this life pearl should increase your soul power by about three hundred.”

Ninjas from Hidden Mist Village began to encircle Sato Hidechuu, yet none dared approach within eight meters of him. The sight of them, armed with blades and ninja tools, hesitating to advance, made the corners of Sato Hidechuu’s lips curl upward.

“Ah!” Lin Xiner cried out in alarm, hurriedly shielding the remaining cake in her arms.

With only one round left in the league, Guimaraes led Santa Clara, the third-place team, by four points. In reality, Guimaraes had already secured promotion to the Portuguese Premier League one round in advance, while Leixoes and Santa Clara vied for the last spot.

Back in the prototype world, all the warships under the Sea Mist Fleet were state-of-the-art vessels; not a single one resembled the Nagato.

The die-hard fans on both sides had already begun their “showdown.” It started with each group chanting their own star players’ names, then Manchester United fans burst into song, followed by Inter Milan supporters who sang their anthem; both sides howled, trying to drown out the other.

Joke had just remarked about an explosion, when the phone actually blew up in his hand, shredding his palm and peppering his face and chest with fragments. He screamed in agony.

As expected, midfielder Maldonado rushed in and nudged the ball toward the lower right corner of the goal.

Curvature space travel exists within spatial layers, but when origin-energy mass propulsion is activated, it slips beyond the universe itself, skimming along the membrane of reality.

What kind of world would emerge if the essence of evil devoured the five elemental essences? No one could say, not even Lord Duoluo had heard of such a thing.

“Right, the Black Chicken Vampire fears nothing more than our genuine joy. You see, if it tries to morph into human form again, it surely won’t last long!” At that moment, some elderly folk began discussing it animatedly.

Yet General Zhu Rong showed no reaction; she declined the Celestial Organization’s offer and continued to guard the place alone, facing everything by herself. What spirit! Who else would dare such a thing, possess such faith and courage?

Turning our gaze to the present, forces in Liaodong are tangled and complicated. To pacify the region, the real threat isn't from outsiders. Why? Because the enemies of Shuosi Supervisor, Liaoxi, Lianan, and Shenyang are split and scattered, unable to unite; their minds are divided, each seeking self-preservation. It seems dangerous, but therein lies opportunity.

Fox Lord had no choice but to stop, the demon core snapping back to its original position—his previous efforts wasted.

I suppressed my terror and quietly circulated my inner energy, channeling it into my palms, biding my time to strike.

“Um, I just got on the bus. What’s up, darling?” After a long day, Mei Zi’s voice carried a hint of fatigue.

At last, the final emperor appeared, clutching an ancient spirit talisman and desperately resisting the heavenly tribulation. Upon seeing Ye Chong, his expression turned ashen and he let out a near-roar.

It must be said that Qiao Rui’s martial skills were abysmal—so poor it was hard to believe she’d ever led a pack of fierce soldiers. Even though Xiahou Dun used less than thirty percent of his strength, Qiao Rui was already drenched in sweat.

“Do you really think what you’re doing is meaningful?” Ye Chong asked, his tone calm and curious.

At that moment, Huanghuagang was engulfed in chaos, the sound of battle and fury deafening. Yet when a blood-red figure appeared, the entire battlefield fell silent, and the forces of Wan Dao Sect erupted in cheers.

She went to a nearby shopping mall to pick up a few things. From a distance on the escalator, she spotted Feng Yuanyuan, and to her shock, saw her hand-in-hand with Qin Zhongwei, looking extremely close.

Having made up his mind, Wang Yue temporarily relaxed his control over the black smoke to focus on manipulating the identity token.

After a brief rest, Chen Yao shot deeper into the Exile Zone, toward the edge of the Mother Hive, where spider monsters grew even thicker.

But at that moment, Su Yu’s gaze was already drawn to the spatial ring in Dongfang Mingyao’s hand, completely missing the changes occurring in the blood pool.

Just as the five had retreated to the corner of House 14 and were about to move on, they ran into the officers of Special Police Unit Four blocking their path.

Once she connected the video call, her mother’s familiar face appeared on the screen within seconds.

Then came the sound of two mischievous laughs—perhaps birds of a feather truly do flock together.

Wang Yue closed his eyes in resignation. Reversing age was nothing but a myth, at least here, but today, it seemed to have manifested in Kudo.