Volume 1, Chapter 53: Huo the Wolf & Fu the Dog!

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Soldiers had long since loosed a round of rapid arrows downward, but Zhang Fei remained well out of range, rendering their attacks completely useless.

Inside the intensive care unit, Zhao Xueying had already issued strict orders that no one else was allowed to approach without explicit permission.

Leng Yi walked slowly to the outer edge, found an inconspicuous spot, and sat down cross-legged. He closed his eyes and began to regulate his breath, while everyone else tilted their heads to gaze at the sky, their eyes brimming with anticipation.

He uttered two consecutive cries of disbelief, failing to complete his sentence at the very end, before clutching his stomach, rolling his eyes, and dropping dead on the spot.

The air in Yuancheng felt heavy and oppressive, with a solitary cloud hanging motionless in the sky, making it difficult for people to breathe.

The only difference was that upon hearing that utterly wretched voice once again, and looking at Hao Zhuo who radiated an aura of supreme majesty, everyone felt a wellspring of endless sighing within their hearts.

Seeing that all eyes were fixed on him, Liu Zhengfeng could only let out a helpless sigh. Under the guise of an excuse, he stepped outside, forced out a single drop of his fresh blood into a vial, and then walked back in.

Azure Dragon had already been the leader of Dragon Soul for over twenty years, yet how old was this fellow? Barely twenty-odd years old... Was he supposed to have been Azure Dragon when he was three or five years old?

The smile on Gao Kui's face vanished. He looked at Lin Zhuo with a deeply bewildered expression, then glanced at the white-bearded old grandfather pacing back and forth in the courtyard, who could soar through the skies and tunnel through the earth. Intelligent and perceptive as he was, he vaguely sensed that something unusual was afoot.

Accompanied by an ethereal and illusory voice, a physical form identical to Wang Kai appeared high up in the midair.

Within the Mansion of the General of Chariots and Cavalry, Hua Xiong pondered several issues concerning military affairs and the reform of the imperial court. He promptly summoned his personal guards to notify key generals such as Liming, Chen Gong, Jia Xu, Duan Wei, Dong Yue, Xu Rong, Fan Chou, and Li Jue to gather at the residence for a council.

Perhaps in the future, as his own level increased, his troops—including the skeleton soldiers—might advance in rank once again, and the shortage of essence might become even more severe.
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Zhang Xiu's expression grew increasingly grim, and the look on Zhang Ji's face right beside him was hardly any better.

"Could something unexpected have happened?" Zhang Liao's expression darkened, for whenever misfortune loomed, his eyelids would involuntarily twitch.

Obito was consumed by profound regret. He could not comprehend when he had slowly transformed into a villain—was it because of Rin's death, or due to other reasons?

The Velociraptor stone carving was meant to be transported back to Wushan Town as a gift for his father, so it naturally could not be sold.

Zhang Yuan turned and cast a glance at the other party, observing her voluptuous, mature figure whose exquisite curves were tightly concealed beneath her form-fitting palace attire, creating lines so graceful that one longed to linger and trace them endlessly.

The waterfall cascaded ceaselessly, as though this were no longer a simple avalanche, but a torrent that had flowed here for ten thousand years.

"Does it really hurt that much?" Seeing Mephala's agonizing expression, Rodhart wiped away non-existent sweat from his forehead and asked Xiang Zhi nervously.

Two short swords, a wooden club, and a set of throwing knives lay displayed on the stall. The short swords were identical to the one Rodhart had previously used—completely plain white items with no attached attributes. The wooden club was likewise no different from Mephala's former weapon, possessing only an added bonus of extra damage against undead creatures.

This was a world where illusion and reality coexisted—martial arts, the path of immortality, magic, and all the myriad realms and mainstream cultivation methods converged here, yet only the soul could enter.

Li Jianguo grabbed his own reckless grandson and interrogated him closely. He had no time to be angry, because his anger had long since been thoroughly depleted by this grandfather-tormenting grandson of his.

The resounding, momentum-filled roar deeply intimidated the four goblins, who had already fallen into a state of panic. Facing the continuous barrage of eight sword lights, these four bewildered creatures actually forgot to evade. It was only when the sword beams drew dangerously close that they made clumsy, haphazard attempts to parry the eight strikes.

I never imagined I would obtain news about that group from Han Mu. Upon calming down and thinking it over carefully, Han Mu's wife, much like Li Lin, had been possessed by a tree spirit; there had to be a connection between the two.
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At this very moment, anyone who still possessed the surplus energy to survey their surroundings and listen to all directions witnessed the scene of Bai Sheng being blasted away, while simultaneously hearing Bai Sheng's warning. Naturally, none of them dared to approach the area.

Several hunters from the hunter tribe were furious that Li Feng had not given them any pork, to the extent that they decided not to bring Li Feng's party along for the hunt that evening. Of course, they had no way of knowing that Li Feng was wishing he could stay as far away from them as possible.

"May I ask, am I supposed to run off to those other worlds to recruit such talent?" Wan Qing asked with a headache.

Until Lu Feifei retreated all the way to the edge of the bed, looking as though one more step back would cause her to fall off, the damned An Muchen still relentlessly pressed forward in hot pursuit.

Ouyang Hao looked at Liu Tao and subdued him instantly with a single glance. Upon catching that look, Liu Tao broke out in a cold sweat and scurried away in fright.

Yet at this moment, Yang Shanshan's gaze remained fixed firmly on the entrance leading to the Sacred Fire Space, paying no attention whatsoever to her former formidable rival, which instantly drove the Butterfly Emperor into a fury of humiliation.

The more Taiyi pondered, the more delighted he became, and his expectations for the Dark Knight class grew increasingly high, directly matching that of the Titan Berserker.

He pressed his hand against the authenticator and gently pushed down. As he did so, a ray of blue light shot out from beneath his palm, penetrated his skin, and entered his body. Long Yao felt as though something had entered him to investigate. After circulating through his body once, it dissipated into nothingness.
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