Volume 1, Chapter 32: The Condition!

He stepped out together with the second-in-command, ready to face the enemy!

Lin Che and his group were still two kilometers away from Mount Culai when they were discovered!

Instantly, everyone on Mount Culai was on high alert, as if facing a great threat. Each person grabbed their weapons, and the archers took up their handcrafted bows, aiming down the mountain.

These people had clearly undergone some training on the mountain. Though flustered, their formations were disciplined and their movements swift.

In the blink of an eye, they secured all the strategic positions.

Seeing this, Zhao Wu quickly pulled Lin Che aside and said, “Brother Lin, we can’t move forward any further!”

If they advanced, they would enter the enemy’s firing range!

Lin Che nodded, no longer stubborn this time.

He had come to persuade them to surrender, not to fight...

At that moment, Chu Tian’s body shimmered with a purple light, a power specifically used to suppress demons. Now, as the Nine-Star Immortal Lord, Chu Tian had become truly formidable. The mighty purple glow radiated outward, instantly immobilizing the demons.

The one who called himself Collapse, feeling powerless, watched the others courageously fight and grew restless. He raised his fierce war hammer, selecting a suitable opponent.

“Master Lu, according to the rules of this arena match, after your victory you must go to the palace to receive the medal awarded by our king. Would you like to go now?” the Grand Steward of the Pagoda flattered.

Emperor Shang felt that in two more days, he could attempt to break free from the sect’s powerful hold. The power of his faith had already reached the scale of breaking through the void; he could now form a manifested body. With two more days of accumulation, he would possess formidable combat strength.

Since then, Wu Fatian had stormed the Jade Pool Sanctuary every few decades, each time stronger and more difficult to deal with. The sanctuary's internal order had been thrown into chaos.

However, no blood was spilled; the lone figure remained seated there, unmoving. The enormous hand that Zhang Yunlong had transformed into vanished.

Later, Ma Zhe called Wang Yan, saying he needed to stay in Guangzhou for three days. Could the new crew delay a few days? If not, they'd have to postpone.

The two battled fiercely along the way, leaving the entire street awash in blood, eventually reaching Ma Zhe’s carriage. The three former brothers engaged in chaotic fighting around the prisoner’s cage and the carriage. The entire coach was torn apart.

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Seeing Yang Yuxuan dressed in a sleek, simple black-and-white professional outfit and wearing tea-colored aviator sunglasses, she looked fashionable and alluring. Her deep crimson hair was swept back, revealing a proud, slender, and delicate neck.

He could sense that any divine thunder appearing in the sky was enough to blast him from body to soul a hundred times over. Fortunately, this divine thunder was only targeting the Yin Wind that was charging forward on its own.

As for why there was a historical gap, Qi Ying did not know. This period was a blank in the history of the Tianluo Continent—thousands of years with almost no records and no relics.

He Wei gritted his teeth, feeling deeply wronged, but for now, he could only swallow his pride.

This time, the Axe-Winged Bird flew higher, accompanied by the faint pressure deliberately emitted by Leng Meiying. Surprisingly, they encountered no other beasts blocking their way.

Just as Yang Guang was calculating how to use his limited 130mm shells to smash the Spaniards’ equipment, the communications officer reported a seemingly absurd order from the Green Paint District.

However, what Luo Hao could explore was nothing but emptiness. As expected, he could not discern what was inside the mysterious stone box.

“Hey, Boss Zhao, I have new information here.” After the F217 radar spotted the British turning back and after being harshly scolded by Zhao, Marco Shi reluctantly contacted the Green Paint District command center again.

“Immediately notify Director Wang. Have the Coast Guard and dock security increase patrols! I’ll lead a team toward Jinzhou, and you lead another toward the Thirty Mile Fort,” Li Ruohan told Huo Yuanjia.

Leng Meiying frowned silently—not because of the two fifth-grade beasts before her, but because of the hidden experts lurking in the shadows.

These individuals were only the lowest-level disciples of the Daoist sect; if ranked, they were only slightly better than the janitors.

Luo Hao nodded in understanding. There was no need for further discussion. He quickly took to the field, killing his opponent in an instant without revealing his identity, then hurriedly withdrew.

Looking at the newcomer, Lan Xi spoke solemnly, clearly on guard.

His sudden change unsettled Li Luo, who had originally prepared to teach him a harsh lesson. Now that he no longer provoked her, what reason did she have?

At that moment, Birus and his four companions appeared, casting magic to immobilize the audience and jointly releasing a protective shield.

“White Butterfly, what do you say!” Li Changlin paid no heed to the words of the ordinary players.

However, others didn’t realize this. When Tang Yi unexpectedly picked up a stone, the hidden experts were stunned, their jaws dropping in disbelief.

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Wang Nanbei ran incessantly, never daring to stop even for a moment to rest. Even reloading his bullets had to be done while evading. For Wang Nanbei, the physical toll was immense.

“Mei’er, do you like this tea? I bought it for you,” Tian Mo transmitted to Mei’er.

“The enemy of my enemy is my friend. They all regard our Seven Clans as mortal enemies, so it’s no surprise they’ve banded together in collusion,” Yan Bugui snorted coldly.

Of course, many had been following the competition, so they recognized Xiang Yu at once.

The crowd fell silent. If Xiang Yu heard these words, he would surely take this man far more seriously and would never underestimate him again.

Not only were the names similar, but the competition system, guests, judges, and so forth were identical to that foreign variety show. So one of the two programs was bound to be eliminated—an inevitable outcome.

Jun Ji-hyun spoke and then kissed him again. This time, Li Junxi didn’t dodge; his hands instinctively embraced her, and the fire in his heart was fully ignited by her.

After Yang Kai stood and stepped back a few paces, several barbarian warriors surged forward to check on him.

After over two months without a drop of rain, the drought finally ended on August 1. Heavy rain persisted for nearly three days, marking the end of the driest summer in Huaguo’s history and cooling down the recently concluded intense internal struggle.

Ling Yan’s fist brushed past Linzhisuke’s face—straight punches, sweeping strikes, quick kicks—but Linzhisuke, with astonishing physical prowess, dodged as if anticipating every move.

His smile remained unchanged, but a sudden brightness surrounded him; tiny white lights circled him like countless fireflies dancing.

At this moment, Rong Kaixuan and Lotus Terrace vanished. In that area, only an endless electric net of dazzling lightning remained. Amid the infinite thunder, a faint, fleeting image of the Lotus Terrace appeared, as if it never truly existed.

After all, the creature before them was a dragon. No matter how unreliable its temperament, that fact could not be denied.