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Droplets of water slipped through Silver's fingers, trickling down his arm, shimmering brilliantly under the myriad of stars. Shizi raised his tea bowl and took a sip; the tea now tasted far less fragrant than when he first drank it.

In the secluded chamber, there was space for only a single bed. The walls were constructed from strange, purple stones. With a wave of his hand, Shizi closed the chamber door and then cast out a hidden domain, stepping forward into it.

Zuo Yi's shouting roused Zhuo Xiaoyu, who had been sleeping nearby. Groggy, she muttered, "Zuo Yi, what are you doing so early in the morning?" She sat up and rubbed her eyes.

Even as fresh blood poured ceaselessly forth, one could still see the kidney writhing beneath, and the pulsing veins contracting and expanding with the flow.

As for the ranking Cui Kexin mentioned earlier, not only was he unfamiliar with it, he had never used it at all.

Wang Yun was indeed fierce. In just a short while, she had already tossed the kidnapping incident to the back of her mind. She paid no mind to Ye Shanghan’s subtle intentions and, in the midst of conversation, directly called to book a restaurant.

Zi Yan stood up, wiping her tears, angry and refusing to even look at Wang Ling. She felt that even if these people had erred, they could be killed; what she couldn’t understand was why it had to be so cruel.

Li Ang possessed the Psychic Eye, and naturally sensed with his mind that there were no enemies in that place. Only then did he blink her out of danger first.

Upon hearing this, Su Chen immediately lifted Lin Ruoxue into his arms and set her on his lap, keeping his arms wrapped around her.

Compared to them, the previous leading elder was far less significant, responsible only for certain sect affairs within the sect.

The distance was so close they were nearly face-to-face. With such proximity, it was effortless for a grand cultivator to kill innate practitioners. Even if their spiritual power was depleted in the morning, relying solely on physical strength, they could dispatch ten times as many cultivators with ease—let alone now.

The group felt awkward. Because they were waiting for Ye Tian, they had delayed for a long time. If not for having someone trustworthy to protect them, Cang Tu and the others would rather not have come. The Thunder Dragon clan was bent on revenge, and they didn’t wish to put their own clansmen at risk.

At this moment, the others all turned to look at Su Chen. Earlier, they had been too agitated and hadn’t paid much attention to his presence.

Typhoon was not adept at taking the limelight in such situations; he disliked being the center of attention, so he delegated the "heavy responsibility" to the Vanguard Officer of Tianmen, who had already arrived in City D—the Fire Qilin, Zhou Rui, one of the Tianmen Thirteen.

If Tian Ye never emerged, Kai would resort to every possible means, and it would be humanity who suffered. If he stepped forward willingly, Kai would no longer target innocent civilians. Tian Ye had no intention of playing the hero in Dalian; he simply wanted to do what he could.

Witnessing this scene, I understood everything. Gao Qi had always wanted me dead, while Wang Nan and Nian Xiang had silently protected me—they were not acting on Gao Qi’s orders, but were my father’s people, always loyal to him, and so would do their utmost to shield me.

Aska knew there was a possibility that neither she, Zero, nor the base wanted to see, yet it was highly likely. In fact, it made more sense to address the situation with Zero’s strange “possessed by an apostle” theory.

Now, the Blazing Python Lie Feng couldn't detect Song Zheng's true cultivation, since Song Zheng had concealed it. Song Zheng deliberately lowered his power to make Lie Feng feel as though he was easy prey, a tempting morsel. It was all to deceive Lie Feng and lower its guard.

The nearly reversed air currents whipped sand and stone in all directions, their tumultuous changes causing all who watched the struggle to feel anxious. Yet it was too soon to draw conclusions, for the aura of Silver Huang Zhu Wu had changed once more.

At last, under the gaze of all present, the Gunman slowly approached his own blue buff, using basic attacks to strike it, while at the same time, Ye Di quietly emerged from the brush.

Although the demon core was now in Yi Bodhi's hands, its true master was Xu Bansheng—or rather, Xu Bansheng would never easily relinquish it.

Thunder cracked and lightning flashed, instantly prompting a reaction from the scholars inside the house. In the long night, a few points of clear light suddenly illuminated the surroundings, yet none could locate the source of the voice.

He still didn’t fully understand what had transpired tonight, but Xu Bansheng had found him and saved him—that was undeniable.

"Withdraw, prepare to break their outer towers on both lanes. Banana, look for an opportunity to teleport. They can’t beat us now." After the team returned to base for supplies, Ye Di once again issued commands.

On his fist, the flames shone brilliantly, emitting a piercing light that illuminated the entire space, sweeping away the gloom and making everything feel radiant.

Should these corpse flies land on Xia Miaoran, it wouldn’t take long before she ended up like the security guard—a skeleton. Then, with a light touch from the old zombie, she'd become a pile of dried ash, utterly obliterated.

Xu Bansheng knew well why Master Xie had brought him into the Black Tortoise Hall. The moment he entered, he once again sensed the ‘waves’ of energy, and cast his gaze upon the places where the thirteen Nascent Souls had settled.

That sentence extinguished the hope deep within their hearts. If they weren’t rescue workers, what were they?

Clutching the recovered God-Slaying Sword, I was overjoyed, and even felt that Sophie’s stench wasn’t quite so unbearable anymore.