5:00 PM, time to get off work.

The construction of spatial gates and teleportation arrays had begun to connect the entire great cosmos, making information flow swiftly throughout. Carlos’s confusion was understandable—no matter how legendary Frostmourne was, could it truly draw out a soul on the colossal scale of Yogg-Saron’s in an instant?

Xu Zheng was at a loss for words. He understood perfectly well that even if he were absent, there would be ten thousand others like him. The fate of the Fran androids had been sealed the moment Hu Qi made his decision.

After watching for a while and still feeling uneasy, she took the initiative to draw the curtains, instantly shutting out the sunlight from the room.

“Ha, Brother Xu, you’ve arrived?” The Fourth Prince, exuding an air of age and authority, was busy commanding the servants. Upon seeing Xu Zheng dismount, his face broke into a bright smile as he approached.

Before the shadows of the old days stirred, the skies of Azeroth belonged to the dragons, and the dragons’ grudges were the concern of the Dragon King.

Upon seeing Li Xiaoyao, their expressions grew complicated; some even cast him angry glances.

Those three had never expected that, despite his grievous injuries, Chenxi’s outburst would be even fiercer than before. One failed to evade in time and was instantly grabbed by the forehead.

He had spent the entire night in the interrogation room the previous evening—a feat he had yet to confess to his parents. His mind was restless, unsure whether the police had notified them.

This immediately sparked an uproar. Most quickly identified the Snow Thirteen as the Holy Son of the Demon Palace and responded with fury. Some factions even proposed an alliance to encircle and eliminate him.

Thus, a massive crisis dissolved into nothingness thanks to Zhang Yi’s sudden inspiration.

It was also a matter of luck. The room Miet sought was not hidden deep in some corner; otherwise, he would never have been able to find what he needed so swiftly while evading guards who could patrol at any moment.

Beneath the eastern, southern, and northern walls of Paris, dozens of Roman legions stood vigilantly, swords sheathed, arrows drawn, like statues carved from shadow, poised on the plains. Behind these formidable phalanxes, monstrous catapults, scorpion ballistae, and tens of thousands of longbowmen awaited the command to strike.

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In her subconscious, time always felt insufficient, as if she wished to stretch one minute into two.

On the day Su Lei utterly shattered Nantianba’s hundred-thousand-strong army, near the Verdant Ridge border, in the primeval forest, within the secret Fruit Valley.

“Shadow, your mission is to protect Master Hong’s safety. You have no right to interfere with external matters!” Thunderbolt said displeasedly.

Murong Haoxuan’s mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, turning over again and again, yet he could find no correct path.

Afterward, Chen Mingtong’s imagination had run wild—then he arrived at SAO. It seemed inevitable that some system error occurred during the 75th-level raid, which had to have affected this point—there was no doubt.

Okka naturally guessed some of Gratian’s intentions, so after briefly instructing Cornelia, he directly followed the servant to the prince’s chambers, where the prince typically conferred with his trusted aides on critical matters.

This world was governed by rules. No matter one’s rank, one must abide by them. Vivian was no exception.

So when the medical immortal Yingzi finished speaking, Qin Tian’s mind was already racing with ways to respond, hoping at least not to leave any vulnerabilities for others to exploit.

In a flash, dozens of disciples, each possessing formidable strength beyond five fingers, launched their attack on Mu Xuan, hoping to win the dean’s favor.

She had never heard of anyone smashing glass barehanded before—Chen continuously refreshed her understanding of what it meant to be human.

Qin Xin, knowing well how to strike a fallen foe, took the opportunity to reap his life along with his opponent’s. With no way to retreat, he had no choice but to gamble everything on a final stand!

“Director Mi, I’m sorry. I was a bit impatient just now,” Lefan said apologetically.

Xiaoyaozi understood very well—some would act desperately, others would seize the leader first. Emperor Huizhi and his ministers were still at the elixir master competition site. If Shangguan Wei escaped his pursuit, she might very well return to the competition to capture Emperor Huizhi.

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“Thunderbolt Slash!” Jite whispered sharply, then swung his broken blade like a streak of lightning toward the Ghost Hand. Wherever the blade passed, the faint sound of wind and thunder followed.

“Heh, well then, let’s take a break,” Ye Feng said, seeing Malong’s grim expression. He knew he had been somewhat impatient. Martial arts required years of steady accumulation. But with enemies growing ever stronger, Ye Feng’s concern was understandable.

“I’ve been searching for you since my recovery, lingering where we first met, but I never saw you. Luckily, I remembered your scent and found you.” He completely ignored what I said earlier.

Mu Zixuan remained calm, reclining on the sickbed, his complexion still pale from illness. The doctor said he was lucky to have narrowly escaped death.

Though not a Dao artifact, this sword was a renowned blade. Jianlang gripped the long sword tightly, fixing his gaze on Yang Chen. His aura surged suddenly; surrounding spiritual energy wildly flowed into the sword. The blade’s dazzling radiance grew stronger, its power intensifying.

Upon hearing there was no danger to life, the Lin family breathed a sigh of relief but frowned, wondering why Ye Rong had been poisoned. How could Rong’er be poisoned? It was truly baffling.

A throbbing headache from a hangover pounded his head. Thinking of that fresh, charming face from last night, Lin Zhenghao groggily got out of bed.

Utter shock! Overwhelming guilt welled up inside. Only now did Chijiao feel part of the family. Yet over the past year, he had treated this home like an inn, growing more distant from his relatives—familiarity turning to estrangement.

In the Fire Clan, Yang Ba had mentioned the Lightning Clan—renowned for their lightning speed and fierce attack power. Lightning Clan members lived near the Fire Clan and also near Flower City, though Flower City lay far from the Fire Clan. The Lightning Clan had many branches.