39. Homeland
The body of the Vanishing Azure flickered again, its sharp wolf claws ready to strike at Wang Xu, poised to claim his life at any moment.
Thus, Mayor Lin immediately banished certain absurd thoughts from his mind.
Linghu Huafeng said no more, lowering his gaze to look at his shoes. They were spotless—he always preferred clean shoes, no matter if his clothes were a little dirty, but the shoes had to be immaculate.
The power of that iron hammer was terrifying; one could only imagine that if it struck Ye Chu, it would pulverize him into a bloody mess.
From the soul memories of the Dragon Joy Saint Sovereign, he learned that Qing Xian and Jin Wuyun had been captured by the Emperor’s forces over a million years ago.
Gu Qingyan and the others had no choice but to abandon their efforts against the Air Wall and prepare to return home, planning to visit the Infinite Capital to see if they could uncover anything there.
It seemed that the true great era was still far beyond reach. Even the Divine Realm had not been breached yet; there was still a long road ahead.
Seated on the highest throne of the grand hall was a man clad in radiant red robes, his expression tinged with a faint arrogance as he gazed down at the crowd below, as if surveying all living beings like a supreme deity.
Xie Sifan snorted coldly and clenched his fist to strike. Behind him, the phantom of the Dragon Elephant appeared—his arm transformed into an elephant’s trunk, his fist a dragon’s head, wielding immense power that swept across the three thousand worlds.
Ye Chu met the blow with his own fists, his aura no less formidable than that of the Wu family’s ancestor. When their fists collided, it was like two massive hammers striking the heart, causing both to stagger backward.
Jiang Lan couldn’t help but feel a twinge of envy—had the animals on the surface evolved to the point where intelligence had brought forth emotions? At this moment, many human beings could not match the behavior of the leopard.
His long hair shimmered like flowing silver, tied up with a jade crown that seemed to gather the brilliance of starlight. A pair of crimson eyes, mostly hidden beneath thick lashes, made it impossible to discern the emotions deep within.
“Mm.” Qing Hong turned his head, his silver eyes misted with fog as they fixed on the deep, dark pupils of Ziyue, as if falling into a black hole. Qing Hong felt his heart gradually calm.
The crowd in the stands shivered uncontrollably, their teeth chattering, as a profound chill emanated from deep within, terrifying them utterly.
Jiang Lan entered the room and walked straight to the bed, sitting down. She patted the space beside her, signaling Edward to take a seat.
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Casting a glance at Bai Mozi and Ximen Piaoxue, Dongfang Bubai’s cold face flickered with a hint of a smile. It seemed that the three princes knew Ximen Piaoxue and Tang Tang all too well.
“Hand over the Sacred Gate treasure, and I might consider letting you be the attacker!” the Old Ancestor Yilian said seductively, gazing at Pan Yuhong as if seeing right through him.
O’Neal, who had originally planned to take revenge on Arenas, was stunned by that kiss, unsure whether to push him away or not.
It was too late to dodge. Suddenly pulling the reins, the warhorse raised its front hooves and let out a piercing, agonized neigh.
The imperial kitchen had already prepared the carp neatly, sliced and fed, and according to Tang Tang’s orders, brought out various cut meats and vegetables.
So the couple lay on the bed chatting. Murong Yu placed his hand on Ming Wuyou’s prominently rounded belly, feeling the occasional fetal movements, feeling utterly amazed.
Before long, Huacheng and Zhao Chen glued another thin layer of rice paper and then slowly brushed on tung oil.
“What if it’s applied to medicine?” Feng Changdi asked, seeing how confidently she spoke, sensing she already had plans in mind.
This film had indeed received massive investment. Online figures ranged from over 800 million to 1.3 billion, but all hovered around the billion mark—a truly staggering investment.
If her maternal family’s uncles and cousins still resented her and cut ties, without their support, her days would only grow harder.
Each time, first place earned seven points, second six, third five, and so on. Those who ranked in the top three by final points advanced directly to the finals—clearly, this strategy favored veteran singers, which was understandable given their long-standing resilience.
Now, the only connection I have with Teacher Song is this duet. Once the competition ends, will I never have the chance to see her again?
The first level was that of a feckless leader—unable to resolve internal conflicts and only making them worse. The fate of such a group was inevitable: collapse.
Perhaps this was the real question she wanted to ask, and how I knew her birthday was just a pretext.
“So, Grandpa, you admit not all officials are bad people, right?” He Jinxi immediately pressed further.
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Early in the morning, she went to the ancestral hall to burn incense for her parents. Her birthday was also her mother’s death anniversary, but she no longer mourned as sorrowfully as last year, no longer feeling unable to face it.
Liu Fei’s thoughts stirred, and a radiant light bloomed behind her. Her awakened Martial Soul appeared before Zhou Qing and the others.
Though the Swift Bird lacked high intelligence, seeing Luo Song so effortlessly kill its companion, the other bird screamed piercingly and turned to flee beyond the Pinglu Mountain. But Luo Song would not give it a chance.
He held absolute control over misfortune-related powers, but for other forces, whether rule-based or of level six and above, he lacked such dominion.
It seemed that even if Zhou Qing broke through to True Martial and angered him, the outcome would remain unchanged.
There were only eight dishes in the innermost circle. Hai Chen had two of them in hand, and with no one protecting him, there was no reason not to target him.
The young man was Lu Sheng, one of the ten outstanding youths from Karin Planet, sent from above to manage extraordinary incidents. He was usually responsible for area lockdowns and suppressing terrorists.
Of course, the instructors had superior methods. They were familiar with the terrain, skilled in tracking magic, and could directly interrogate sword slaves encountered along the way.
After pushing open the door, I saw Shen Sixue lying on the bed, her pure white shoulders exposed, her eyes dreamy as she looked at me.
The wind was colder than last night, and last night had brought heavy snow. When the snow melts, the cold always feels sharper than during snowfall itself.
Before the match, the coach of the G2 team had been confident, but now his lips moved slightly, clearly deeply dissatisfied with how the game had unfolded.