Chapter 132: Beasts Seated in Rows, Watching the Grand Spectacle

"Very well, let's do as you say." Cui Long nodded. By adopting Huo Ying's combat style, eliminating the Dragon Thorn Society would be much easier, reducing his own casualties and preserving his strength.

Strangely, however, the ice cracks on the mirror were much shallower than they had been a few days ago, as if some unseen force were working to mend them.

Because of the impending divorce, Luo Yichen poured his heartache into his work. Over the past few days, the employees of the Luo Corporation had been put through hell. Some were so busy they hadn't been home in two days. Luo Yichen had meeting after meeting, even eating his lunch in the conference room. It was four in the afternoon by the time he returned to his office, utterly exhausted.

"Void sand grains, converge as one, surging and heavy, gather for me!" Except for the side left open for Zhang Huaming, he was surrounded on all sides. Yang Yun had poured every ounce of his martial energy into this earthen wall. His mental state was plummeting, but for Zhang Huaming's sake—and for his own—he was willing to sacrifice his life.

Hearing He Ningxin's question, Xia hesitated for a long while before answering briefly, "We were somewhat shortsighted at the time, so we changed our minds. Subsequent events spun out of our grasp; they were no longer within our control." The implication was that both the Emperor and the Empress had intervened.

A projection suddenly appeared on Ye Jin's fingertips, filled with countless images of malevolent energy. It was a direct reflection of the evil activities within the man's heart, and every bit of it had been recorded.

Just then, a figure darted out from the woods. It was none other than Leng Yuqing. Seeing that Yan Zisha had discovered her, she was seized with panic. With a swift flick of her hand, two flashing cyan arcs of electricity flew violently toward her.

"Boss, that Russian babe actually dared to play such a dirty trick on us. Let's play a few dirty ones on her too," Shadow said with a wicked grin.

Of course, the towering Divine Tree was all-encompassing, a place where people from all walks of life mingled, hiding both crouching tigers and hidden dragons. Who knew if among the thousands of people there, there were powerful experts pretending to be weak to catch others off guard?

Hearing this, Qin Ting glared fiercely at He Liuyang, then took him to visit every place she had once frequented with Ye Caiman.

Pang Tong rested his chin on his hand and said with difficulty, "This is indeed a troublesome matter." Jin Bei, knowing that Pang Tong had become the lead negotiator, decided to remain silent. He listened carefully to how Pang Tong engaged with Ba Er.

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This also made Tiansheng realize that the Nine-Sun Fire seemed to possess the ability to absorb other flames! Tiansheng couldn't help but wonder: was the Nine-Sun Fire a magical artifact, or a fire born of nature?

But if this were the case, what about the promise he made to Tiansheng a year from now? And it seemed his older brother was determined not to let Tiansheng and Qingsi be together; how could he help them bring their hearts together?

"Um, I'll go get some hot water first..." Zhang Nian pursed her lips and hurriedly grabbed the kettle, rushing out of the hospital room.

Before Tiansheng could even finish saying the word "one," a streak of lightning suddenly appeared behind him, silent and stealthy as a viper.

As Tiansheng placed the Heart of the Sea into the Nine Heavens Tower, the light radiating from his body gradually dissipated, and his body slumped backward.

By this time, Hua Ying had already caught sight of his father, and his heart tightened. He saw Zhao Yun chasing behind, spear in hand. Hua Xiong, realizing he had no way to escape, looked for a weapon, but Zhao Yun threw his own spear directly at him, piercing Hua Xiong's chest like a crossbow bolt.

However, Hanchu couldn't take in a single word of what Yun Ci said afterward. Her heart gradually became hollow—not with sadness, not with anger, not with resentment, but with an inexplicable, wordless void.

Although the Governor-General of Huguang was nominally in charge of the governors of Hunan and Hubei, the governor of Hubei was a Manchu, and the governor of Hunan, Luo Bingzhang, had his own agenda, leaving Zhang Liangji's title of Governor-General practically meaningless. With the Governor-General in such a position, his personally appointed advisors naturally couldn't stand tall either.

The second day of Kiyono Rin's period—or so Watanabe Toru assumed—a letter appeared on the old beech wood desk in the Human Observation Club's activity room.

XXG secured a major kill, but Donghai's Sion in the top lane took down the outer tower, and A-Long's Graves was farming the enemy jungle without restraint.

Even if they couldn't deal with the thieves who had guns, if they could photograph them or even slightly delay their escape, it would be much easier for the police to issue warrants and pursue them later.

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Watanabe Toru felt that he must have been overusing his brain lately and was low on sugar, otherwise he never would have lost his mind and asked Kiyono Rin for advice.

Yu Qiu opened his account and found the second video he had posted; the view count was indeed terrifying.

Fu Chengjing raised his head, a cold smile curling on his lips that made one's back feel chilled and hair stand on end.

Quite a few of their classmates had arrived, probably over twenty, but almost all of them had brought their wives and children.

Lin Yizhi had just arrived when he saw Jiang Asheng run past like a gust of wind; he was wearing very thin clothing, and his face was flushed red from the cold.

As for what Kiyono Rin said—that "only on the night of the bonfire party will the person you truly love, want to dance with, and wish to bond with appear in your mind"—that sort of thing was too trivial.

"Su Annan!" Su Guo was so angry his eyes turned red. Just as the shares were about to be in his grasp, she was not only defending some wild man in front of everyone but also openly flirting with him?

He was like a supreme monarch awakening from boundless darkness. His voice was steady and powerful, filled with infinite majesty, as if a mere word or two could decide the fate of thousands of living beings. His eyes were blood-red, with strange characters flickering in their depths. He was no longer himself; perhaps he should be addressed as "It."