Volume 1, Chapter 33: You Old Bastard Dugu, How Dare You Ambush Me?

Dugu Bo, refusing to believe what he was seeing, flicked his finger. A wisp of pale purple toxic mist drifted silently outward, only to be blocked by an invisible barrier as it approached Fang Yuan, unable to advance even an inch.

"What kind of joke is this! Why can't my poison touch you?"

Dugu Bo frowned deeply. He flashed forward, appearing instantly before Fang Yuan, and reached out to seize his throat. Yet, his hand stopped just a hair’s breadth away, unable to move any further.

Helpless, the Poison Douluo had no choice but to give up on harming Fang Yuan. His snake-like eyes shimmered with curiosity and shock. "Boy, what kind of existence are you? You can keep even my Green Phosphor Snake Poison from getting near you, and yet you are only..."

The complex consisted of five large courtyards and four great halls, each measuring thirty feet square. The third main hall, in particular, was the Mahavira Hall, commissioned and bestowed by the Wanli Emperor of the previous dynasty. As one of the rare imperial temples in the entire Southwest, Ciyun Temple was also known as the "Imperially Commissioned Ciyun Temple."

Fortunately, Li Linzhi’s rock-climbing skills were not just for show. Carrying a long rope on her back, she climbed to a foothold on the mountain and lowered the rope, allowing the others in the team to climb up one by one, before she shouldered a new bundle of rope to continue the ascent.

Vardy was clearly dissatisfied with Ranieri’s show of weakness to the media. Although he did not express it, the seasoned veteran Ranieri could easily read the Englishman’s emotions.

To be honest, back when Zhang Fan first mentioned starting a company, they had already wanted to join him.

Even if they spent the entire day training, it was unlikely they would break their limits. The gap between gaining nearly two hundred points of strength over five months in the Devil Training Camp and gaining ninety points over more than six months in the Dragon Squad reserve was simply too vast.

Mo Qiang wanted to speak as well, but seeing that Liang Linlin’s signal was normal—not green—meant that her words were true. For some reason, however, Mo Qiang felt a sense of oppression in his heart.

Still, such maneuvers could not fully compensate for Eralson’s disadvantage in physical confrontations and aerial duels.

"Is it this cold even in the early morning?" Feng Yufei tightened the short white cape that Wushuang had hastily draped over her shoulders, unable to help but remark.

"Uncle Fu, tell me what is going on. If my mother has been wronged, then—hmph—I, as her son, will have no choice but to settle the score for her," Li Liehuo said coldly.

With a pitch like that, judging the ball after it was thrown was usually impossible. Matsui was only able to hit it due to a combination of factors, but that was his limit, and the ball flew out of bounds.

"Uh, what if I told you there is just such an opportunity now?" Li Xiaofan recalled what Donggong Hongmou had told him yesterday. Just as he was about to explain it to Tong Hong, Liu Qianmeng’s silhouette appeared outside the classroom window.

Although his injuries were minor, Xu Hengxin was left utterly exhausted by the special police’s questioning. He and Black Wolf tacitly avoided mentioning Li Jiuyang, agreeing to claim that the night’s events were caused by "drinking too much and becoming overly emotional," rather than a "gang fight."

As soon as Li Liehuo finished speaking, his battle qi surged violently. Every strike carried the power of the Fire God, so intense that the surrounding air began to tremble.

Lin Fan groaned inwardly; it was truly a case of "speak of the devil." He had originally intended to use Wang Chi as an example to intimidate the three people present, but Bi Xiangyun’s proactive admission left Lin Fan unsure of how to proceed.

I wiped the sweat from my brow with my sleeve and hurriedly asked Old Smokepipe for instructions. As the village head, he was the only one with the authority to make a decision at this moment.

Under the cold, pale moonlight, I ran back to A-Lang’s house, gasping for air. The house was pitch black, and the door was shut. Logic dictated that Lingzhu and Erya should have been waiting for us, so why hadn't they even lit a lamp?

A soldier walked over and happened to run into another soldier coming from the opposite direction. They seemed well-acquainted, and as soon as they met, they began to chat quietly.

"Holy crap, Master, can you get any more epic?" Hearing that he had led eight hundred imperial guards to raid a dungeon, and that the Happy Hostel guild might be officially recognized, stars were practically popping out of my eyes.

The match resumed. AC Milan prepared for a free kick from a prime position right on the edge of the penalty area. Zlatan Ibrahimović and Pirlo consulted, and eventually, Pirlo took the kick.

Does this mean that, in this day and age, at least four Supremes might arrive here in the near future?

Even though Wu Dawei’s shot had sent the Pacers into a panic, it hadn't caused much of a stir on the Cleveland Cavaliers’ side.

Shi Guangwei had already clutched the jade talisman in his hand; as soon as Luo Yunkai spoke, he took Xiao Wen and sank into the ground.

"Lin, just tell us directly, how many shares can we get?" Kakhianov interrupted Lin Hongfei. With money on the table, he didn't want to hear anything else; he just wanted to know how much the Antonov Design Bureau would benefit.

How did a swordsman, once filled with such ambition, end up becoming a murderous demon feared by all?

Liu Xiue, who had been sitting quietly beside Lin Hongfei with a smile since greeting everyone upon entering, lowered her head in thought upon hearing Lin Hongfei’s words. A faint smile tugged at the corner of her lips.

Of course, those capable of hosting an auction of this caliber wouldn't bat an eye at a few million origin stones.