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"Victory is merely the prerogative of the king. Still, it is baffling that you would choose to assist those who once drove your own family out of China. Your motive for intervening is truly incomprehensible," the Hand of God asked coldly.

"How did you know?" Lei Jun asked, doubting. He thought to himself, *Could it be that the Boss himself had someone send us such good things?*

With everyone watching, Ximen Ze dialed the police, though he did not emphasize his own status, merely stating that there was a dispute and asking them to come and handle it.

"Madam, this is a family matter of my subordinate; it would be best for you not to interfere," Leng Xun said coldly to Jin Niang.

"Oh, so you are participating as well?" Seeing the clone declare its intent to compete, the crowd was slightly startled before returning to normal, though they had not expected the clone to actually enter the tournament.

Upon seeing the Emperor, the Crown Prince dared not speak again, nor did he dare to look at the Emperor, merely sniffling as he gazed pitifully at Leng Huating.

There was no major movement ahead for the moment. It seemed the Armored Violent Bear was not a monster linked by a hatred chain, but the higher the intelligence of the monster, the more dangerous it became. I fear that in a moment, their leader will discover the irregularity, and the main force will soon arrive to either annihilate us or be annihilated themselves.

Seeing that Luo Jinshi had seen through him, Ji Shangnan immediately hid his phone. It was a classic case of trying to cover up something only to make it more obvious.

"That's enough, get some sleep early. I'm going to check on the Iron Cavalry headquarters." After finishing the last of his wine, Lan Aoyi rose and departed.

She got up and opened the door, only to see Lin Xiaotian pacing back and forth, clearly harboring something he wished to say to her.

Although Yu Feng had now achieved the eighth refinement of the Golden Body and possessed the explosive combat technique created specifically for offense—the Demon Martial Sword—his combat power could at best reach the peak of the fourth stage of Origin.

A sinister gust of wind swept past, kicking up sand and stones. When the dust settled, the old ox was nowhere to be seen.

The others were filled with deep regret, wondering why they hadn't been more resolute and added a bit more money; had they done so, the item would have been theirs.

The moment Junior Brother Fan stepped past the ornate screen that blocked the view into the guest room, he heard the familiar voice of Qin Wuli.

Everyone knew about the wager, so because Su Lü had been so low-key and Mo Ran had been so cooperative, they had kept it quiet, and everyone was happy to let it be.

Zhao Xue'er’s organs were already failing; even if she were taken into the ICU for surgery now, it was unlikely that she could be saved.

The carriage curtain was lifted, and Tantai Wangshu stepped out to look at Eunuch Tang. She had never been to the capital before, so naturally, she did not recognize him.

Seeing that Lady Yan had taken Lady Zhu and the others to the main hall, Gu Jiujiu went to the kitchen, opened the rice jar, and took out some dried meat for them to eat.

Hearing this, Yan Xian'er pursed her lips. The anger on her face clearly did not vanish because of Ye Xingchen’s words; instead, it intensified.

This stone had lain silent for untold millions of years beneath Qinggeng Peak at the foot of Wuji Cliff in the Great Wilderness Mountains. Then, one day, a monk and a Taoist appeared on the mountain—one named the Vast Master and the other the Ethereal Taoist.

After resolving the matter at Changbanshan during the day, the members of the Dao Alliance were arranged in the most high-end hotel here. They had arrived in such a hurry that orders had been given to temporarily charter a plane to get them there, but now that the matter was concluded and there was no longer any pressing urgency, there would naturally be no special plane waiting to fly them back at any moment.

Xu Gu followed behind him, watching his calm gait and steady, long-drawn breath, and knew that this person was not simple.

One was a young woman with two long braids; her eyes were like bright stars, and her entire being was filled with youthful vitality.

The man looked up at Yan Wei. Yan Wei nodded, and he quickly wiped away his tears, picked up Hong Wu, and prepared to leave.

But it was already too late. Xu Gu had clearly spotted Mi Shu at a glance. Mi Shu had fallen to the ground and, before she could scramble to her feet, was snatched up from behind; before she could react, someone had already seized her by the throat.

"This villa is built against the mountain; perhaps they expanded the rooms into the mountain itself," the fat man explained.

Following the guidance of the voice in his mind, Qin Tianfeng lifted his blade, *Mo Hui*, and ignoring the white-haired middle-aged man rushing toward him, pointed it straight at the vast, desolate earth.

"Good, you know when to yield." Jian Quan was also secretly relieved. With his internal energy nearly depleted and his inner strength severely lacking, it would be difficult for him to continue brawling with that group. This situation was the best possible outcome. "Bai Ling!" Jian Quan could no longer use the sword-flying technique; he had to conserve his strength.

However, many people did not actually know; they simply felt that such things were merely creations of manga authors.

"What do you know?" Tang Zhen’s emotions stirred; this was exactly what he was yearning for. He was convinced the other party knew more secrets. Could a new breakthrough be at hand?

Li Yi gave a general account: the Western Vein was basically quiet, and only the battle with Yin Wuyue today could be considered a sensational event.

Though these blades were of varying colors, each one contained an intense power of fundamental laws.

Hua Ze leaped onto a reef, his feet tapping lightly several times as he soared over the dew-covered surface of the river. The uneven, varying distances made his movements look as agile as flight, like a dragonfly skimming the water, as he crossed the vast river and vanished into the distance at great speed.

Hua Ze’s hand curled unconsciously into a fist, and he smiled bitterly. Was the agony of the burning body about to strike again?