Chapter Thirty: The Resplendent Arrival of the Emperor of Shadows

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To tell the truth, he was extremely nervous.
Was Youbao truly a child of the Qi family?
His hand paused for several seconds as he prepared to open the file folder, before eventually pulling it back.
"Forget it, I'll look at it when I get back."
As the wealthiest man in China and a titan of the business world, this was the first time Qi Han had ever felt such nerves—enough to make him procrastinate.
On his way back, Qi Han encountered Mu Deyan, who had just left the hospital. He felt a sense of curiosity, Mu...
"What?" Lu Haixiu felt her head spinning. Five hundred and fifty million—just for this one place? It was completely mind-blowing. This number, which she had assumed would never have any connection to her life, was now the home of her son?
Everywhere there were fragmented kingdoms, dead silent oceans, and an extinct species of mermen.
These complex emotions were enough to influence her current life, but fortunately, as the controller of the authority of emotions, she could no longer be swayed by any sentiment.

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The referee from the Martial Arts Association stood not far away, nodding expressionlessly before pressing the start button.
The three central hubs clearly had a continuous supply of energy; while they lacked explosive power, they possessed great endurance.
They were in a grand hall, and although there were servants coming and going, Li Xiangyu spoke without any restraint.
The Governor of the Baxing race spread his arms and took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.
"Hehe, Senior, you wouldn't know, but aside from your residence and your disciple's, the rest of the Qingzhuwan villa area has been basically booked up by me and the others, haha!" At this, Daoist Qingyue laughed triumphantly.
We all know that since the resurgence of spiritual energy, various anomalies have occurred frequently. All signs indicate that a large-scale anomaly has appeared in the northwestern Gobi Desert.
Fan Hua seemed to sense something. He looked up, and seeing Wen Qiufei watching him, he nodded. Fan Hua then looked away.
"Heh, I actually have so many fans now; I can't believe it," Ling Feng muttered to himself.
Fortunately, Cang Sheng-Luan did not lose his way amidst the phenomena within the toxic fog. He emerged successfully and immediately unleashed a large-scale area-of-effect skill into the mist. Moments later, a figure wreathed in flames walked out—it was his opponent.
Dai Yue had awakened from her coma and sipped a little water. After all, she had undergone surgery and could not yet eat, so she had to endure the hunger. Fortunately, she was a Grandmaster after all; she would not die even if she went without food for several days and nights.
These martial artists came from various nations, but most were from the Federation. After all, the Federation was vast and rich in resources, and the one thing it lacked least was martial artists.

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They were the descendants of a union between dragons and humans; after countless generations of reproduction, their genes had undergone changes.
Chen Shuang caught the ball, dribbled, and when he was two steps away from the hoop, he leaped up—bang! A slam dunk.
"Shut up!" Master Bikong stepped forward and slapped Huang Ya twice, leaving her dazed and confused.
An open-top off-road vehicle sped from the outer tribes, startling the grazing cattle and sheep, which began to howl in chaos. However, the herders all shrank to the side, not even daring to look, for fear of provoking the people in the vehicle.
A spiritual artifact that recognizes its master through a drop of blood shares a psychic connection with its owner; barring any accidents, it will be a long-term companion.
Li Xiang felt a splitting headache. This guy was the one person in the entire school he feared the most—bar none.
Heart blood? Ye Zhen repeated the words over and over, a sense of alarm rising in her heart. An ominous feeling surged within her. She pushed through the dense crowd of people, repeating to herself that it couldn't be true.
"What happened? Is she hurt?" Yang Jia-hua paused for a moment before finding his voice. He coughed lightly, his tone filled with confusion and anxiety.
The sudden presence of a familiar scent in the room made Cen Kexin’s breathing tighten. She slowly opened her eyes to meet a pair of cold, indifferent gaze, and her heart immediately sank to the bottom.