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The energy within me receded like a tide, and the excruciating pain in my body intensified. I screamed aloud without restraint. It was no wonder Brother Bo could not withstand the six heavenly bolts of lightning; I was in such agony from merely being struck by the aftershock of the seventh, I could only imagine how terrifying the power contained within it must be.

"My ship rigging," Oshio said, watching her gear fall to the ground. The smokestack atop her head had split in two, and the torpedo launchers and twin-mount guns in her hands had met the same fate, as if sliced apart by a sharp blade before clattering to the floor.

This young man is quite calculating. However, he may be gifted, but his cultivation is only at the initial stage of the Transformation Realm. In the face of absolute power, all schemes and tricks are nothing more than a joke.

Before I knew it, my injuries had healed, and my cultivation had grown steadily by a notch.

Yu Chaofan collapsed on the spot. Zhang Lu stood up to help him, just as Yu Fei threw the broken bottle neck in her hand at Zhang Lu’s hand.

Pan Xianzhong cast a cold glance at Shen Anyi and sat back down slowly. Han Yuning pulled Shen Anyi to sit far away, speaking only to him. Watching the two of them acting so affectionate, Pan Xianzhong found it an eyesore.

I pondered for a long time before reaching a general conclusion. It was likely because I had activated thirty percent of my bloodline that the zombies regarded us as their own kind. The General, being half-demon and half-dog, had also ingested quite a bit of my blood, so he was likely in the same boat.

Tomorrow, not only would he be able to disgrace Zhou Xingchi, but he would also obtain ten million out of thin air—how could he not be triumphant?

His face even paler from blood loss, Tanaka followed behind the military police, chasing after the figure that had dashed into the woods.

I ordered all sect members to be on high alert and stand by; without my command, anyone who acted rashly would be executed on the spot.

Every blind person is lonely, and He Xiangdong’s crosstalk allows them to temporarily forget that loneliness. This is the value of He Xiangdong’s art.

In particular, the central army, numbering around twenty thousand, was clad in black armor and wielded pitch-black sabers, their bearing exuding a violent, wild nature.

After walking about twenty steps, we stopped in front of a wall. There was no path ahead, and that was when I remembered the basement Zhao Cangran had mentioned.

For the former Academy City dark operative Saten Ruiko, killing was as natural as breathing.

General Luo was adept at reading the situation; compared to a crown prince, an empress was far more valuable than a mere Consort Rong.

Meanwhile, Ruiko floated upward. Teresa followed behind Fu Jiang, ran downstairs, jumped, and soared into the sky, reaching the rooftop in an instant.

I searched my mind for the names of leading cadres and realized there was no one named "Huang Yu." It seemed this person was not part of the W City officialdom.

Feng Zihuang’s room was silent, so quiet it felt as if no one were inside at all.

If she wanted to mess with me, she had plenty of ways to do it; why resort to such low-class tactics?

His face full of shock, he looked at the combat golem through binoculars before shifting his gaze to the desperate Power User in the sky.

Perhaps because her mind was occupied, she lost focus for a moment, missed her footing, and looked as if she were about to tumble down.

Returning to the police station, Ye Tian went straight to He Houhua’s office. On his way, he had already sent the photos of the "Blue Sky" company investigation report to He Houhua, though he didn't know if there were any new discoveries yet.

"Bang, bang..." Li Ming’s "Tiger Roaring in the Mountains" collided fiercely with the White Tiger Demon King’s own "Tiger Roaring in the Mountains."

After logging off, I went to Qin Qin’s place to fetch the computer, sat under the covers, connected to the wireless network, and opened the browser to check the forum. Liu Yan leaned into Yang Bufan’s arms, peering at the forum along with him.

Hei Zi was waylaid just as he returned to Xinglong Garden. Wang Pengcheng was driving, and the moment Hei Zi stepped out of the car, he saw a dozen young men rushing toward him with machetes.

Just then, my voice came from outside: "Alright, Qiqi, stop pouting and looking so unhappy. I approve of you staying the same as before—carefree." With that, I walked into Qianyu Hall with a smile on my face.

Fortunately, the Mercedes had enough space for him to maneuver, otherwise, with his arm injured and the bullet still lodged inside, he would have been unable to change his clothes in the car.

Hei Zi also had a fondness for Fifth Sister; he felt her personality was a bit like Yue Xiaoqing and a bit like Tan Mei. Back in middle school, Yue Xiaoqing liked to make Hei Zi call her "Big Sister," and she would pretend to be a bossy older sister. Teacher Yue’s family were Hei Zi’s benefactors, and in his heart, he regarded them as his own kin.

Hearing this person bring Xu Yao into it again, Su You, standing to the side, couldn't help but chuckle. His tone was laced with mockery, and the implication was self-evident.

"Don't worry, Yan'er. I'll tell you when the time comes." Hearing my words, Father replied immediately.

Wei Qingyun was not a man accustomed to sorrow. After listening to the technician’s account—half-informed and half-speculated—he already had a plan in his heart.

Openly and officially, the Imperial Grandson stated a hard truth: the Jinyiwei were the most critical of the imperial guard units.