Volume One, Chapter 45: The Dragon-Riding Guards Lying in Wait in the Deep Valley!

This question was impossible for Invincible to answer, and Tujia certainly would not respond either, for the operational intentions of the Orikin Legion today could only be expressed through actions.

“Shield of the Fire God!” The fake Avans cast a mid-level fire protection spell. The sparks flying in all directions all struck the “Shield of the Fire God,” leaving the fake Avans completely unharmed.

At this moment, the Jade Emperor no longer held back his strength, revealing his late quasi-saint cultivation in full. Among the celestial officials present, except for the Taoist of Supreme Clarity, none had strength beyond the late Golden Immortal stage, so they naturally could not hold their ground.

Meanwhile, Yin Jiao, who had fallen asleep, woke suddenly at midnight, his palms sweating. Only then did he realize that the siege of Chaoge he had led was nothing more than a dream.

Tujia, however, paid no mind to this. To him, an intense battle was somewhat enticing, especially when Invincible might intervene; such a fight demanded his full attention. After all, Invincible had said earlier that the timing of his intervention depended on how smoothly Tujia’s battle progressed.

Even if someone had followed them all the way here, seeing Lady Chen’s respectful yet warm demeanor would raise no suspicion.

Yet, even with a thousand questions swirling in my mind, none were as important as the pressing matter at hand: how to manage the mess caused by the failure to send that crucial fax.

Seeing the Fire Cloud Qilin manifest from nothing, the Tiger King knew that his previously formidable attack was wasted; the Fire Cloud Qilin was virtually unharmed! Damn it! At the critical moment, this Fire Cloud Qilin had transformed into energy—how could one possibly fight under such circumstances?

Startled, with no time to think further, I hurried toward the “door,” and along the way, grabbed a paper cutter from a colleague’s desk, relentlessly pressing forward.

“I caused you to break up with her. How is she now?” She already knew that Obyun had despaired and attempted suicide by drowning.

As expected, the burly man was dead, unable to withstand a single punch from Yang Xuan; his strong body shattered, flesh and blood flying everywhere.

Wen Qingye stood silently, yet like an ancient killing weapon, exuding a chilling aura that struck fear into the heart.

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Captain America said, “Last night, Stark injured a vampire, whom we have detained. From the vampire’s words, we learned there might be an organization working against us behind the scenes.”

“You have nothing to do with me,” Ye Tianchen said coldly, then without further words, holy power surged wildly within him, and his figure flashed as he flew straight toward Xue Chuan.

The Cloud Heaven God King radiated a terrifying tempest; divine king-level energy poured forth, his surrounding godly power surging with immense force. Raising his hand, the Cloud Heaven God King grabbed toward Lin Fan.

If today the old village chief of the Hawk family truly died here, it would be the most explosive, breath-stealing news in recent days, greatly elevating the status of Liu Family Village.

Dao traces, when an immortal ascends to emperor, are fused into oneself to become an emperor-level figure. Such dao traces are exceedingly precious.

Li Xiaoran said that immortal beasts’ bodies are treasures—this is how scattered cultivators make a living. If one can obtain several immortal beast inner cores, they can be exchanged for a large amount of immortal crystals.

Arriving at the front hall’s large gate, Wu Thirteen saw many talisman seals pasted on the door, aged but still potent. Yet for someone like Wu Thirteen, they were utterly ineffective.

Whether it was him or Liu Feixue, their strength ranked among the top of many examinees, so as long as no accident or strong enemy appeared, their chances of passing the test were very high.

As Song Yu entered the tea room with Lady Shui, his gaze fell on Xiao Qing, who simultaneously looked back with a face shifting from surprise to delight. They exchanged a glance.

The lower end of the incision aligned with the neck’s skin texture, making the scar inconspicuous. However, near the jawline, a segment of the incision ran perpendicular to the skin texture. To reduce the scar’s visibility, that segment was made serrated.

Song Congchun particularly enjoyed being treated as an equal adult in conversation; he proudly pounded his chest.

They said it would be at least two months before she returned; otherwise, she wouldn’t have so brazenly gone out to fool around with Gu Manjia.

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The Demon Clan Great Sage, realizing escape was impossible, unleashed all protective sacred arts and divine powers he had learned, pushing his cultivation and secret techniques to the utmost limit!

Xiyun handed all the collected spiritual herbs and medicines, intended to forge a new body for Xihuang, to Xihuang before leaving the Phoenix Concubine Hall. Xihuang needed quiet company from Flame Princess and Yin Xuan; Mu Xue and the others needed to improve their strength under Qian Ni’s leadership, while Xiyun continued her search for other divine artifacts.

Comrade Zhou Qin was somewhat feisty; she nimbly swung herself out of bed. Zhong Yu found it amusing but did not stop her.

Suddenly, a large palm grasped her hand tightly. Su Xiaoxiao turned to see Mo Siyi gently rubbing the back of her hand with his fingertip, the cold touch like a snake crawling over her skin, making her shiver involuntarily.

The man on the dragon throne crushed the cup in his hand, crimson wine flowing down his hand. The kneeling man and the gathered ministers trembled, too afraid to say a word. After all, the man on the throne was the so-called “Tyrant” Flame Emperor.

Ye Suiyun was drinking from a bowl when he heard this, causing him to spit out his drink and cough uncontrollably. He was not used to alcohol but drank recklessly, believing it a skill all men should have. Hearing Guo Qing’s words, he choked in panic.

People were increasingly worried about the situation at the Lingbei Great Wall, a concern particularly evident in the information-saturated Wu’an City.

Yang Mao’s body trembled; his fists clenched instinctively, a fierce light flashing in his eyes.

Enduring the pain coursing through his body, Lin Nan struggled with all his might to break free from the darkness and awaken from unconsciousness. Scanning the surroundings, he found himself lying in a quiet valley, adjacent to a towering mountain tens of thousands of zhang high, stretching beyond the horizon.