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Prince Lie, who was supposed to uphold justice, nodded in agreement, finding Mu Ran’s words quite reasonable. After all, they were all friends—why not just call each other by their names? There was no need for such formality; it sounded awkward indeed.

The crowd, hearing this, grew furious and shouted, “How dare you!” Yet Liu Hong glanced around with disdain, remaining silent.

Her vision darkened, but suddenly her eyes brightened sharply! The golden battle spirit armor enveloping her body flared brilliantly, reaching an astonishing radiance.

Having settled his brothers’ affairs, Juanzi pondered how to cleanse their tarnished reputation as bandits. He could not bear for the next generation to bear such disgrace.

“Why don’t you leave? Do you want your uncle to worry even more?” Cheng Ze could never forget the helplessness and urgency when Qiao Da and the others came to him.

“May I ask if this is the home of Ni Ling and Shu Yan?” Only then did the two regain their composure and hurriedly nodded.

“You haven’t been here before, right?” Yun Ye shifted the topic, hoping to spend more days outside with her, giving him a chance to approach her heart.

Meanwhile, several private rooms on the second floor remained untouched, seemingly waiting for the perfect moment to seize them all at once.

“I like it. Let’s go out and have fun. I don’t have anything to do today.” Seeing Qiu Ning’s happy expression lifted his own mood, which had been troubled by many recent troubles.

“Do you mean this is our farewell?” Chen Xuanqi sensed the tone of parting from Bianji and the monk.

Feng Cheng raised his hand to gently stroke Su Tian’s soft hair. Unable to resist, he ruffled it twice more.

“Later, I heard from my mentor that this might be Yue Shenli, the keeper of the thirty-third Silver Moon Gate,” Meng Chi said calmly, watching Qiong Ya’s reaction closely.

Now that Han Bao had voiced his agreement with You Shui’s suggestion, it meant he endorsed the plan as well. As the greatest pillar of Wanshou Mountain, he naturally did not want to see the sect’s outstanding disciples fall victim to schemes. If sects failed to unite, one day the barbarian tribes would seize control of the Central Plains.

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Her figure moved like the wind; with a running start, she climbed onto the wall and then jumped down without a glance.

The scroll emitted a burst of blood light. This blood oath was now established—if Chen Xuanqi violated the vow and revealed the secret, he would suffer the oath’s backlash. The same applied to Spirit Third Young Master, though his condition was that he would harbor no ill will toward Chen Xuanqi.

The imperial advisor tried to retreat, but suddenly a legion of shadow soldiers appeared behind them, led by Yang Jin, intent on encircling them completely.

When Mo Tian regained consciousness and looked into his mind, a sudden brightness illuminated his eyes.

“I don’t know,” Tang Yue replied wearily, resting on Bai Li’s chest. Her brows furrowed slightly, lips pouted stubbornly, like a blooming peach bud.

At this, those around them were somewhat puzzled—how could betrayal come first?

Before, Qu Jinyan had never been to the municipal party compound. Walking slowly with Lin Huairou, they found that this place resembled a large park more than a residential area.

Lu Zijia seemed not to notice Lin Kexin’s strange gaze and took out her ID card to hand over.

Usually, Hatsune managed the system; only during meals did Luo Tianyi recall her existence. That she came looking for him outside mealtime meant something serious must have happened.

As for why Mu Weilin acted thus, it was partly self-preservation and partly selfish ambition. Once an agreement was reached with the Z Mansion, the Mu family and the Fire Hall would wield the imperial sword in Tianzhou City, making it easy to contend with the three great powers.

As the two shouted across the hall, those below all looked up at Yuan Xu, voicing their opinions.

Qu Jinyan was surprised to see Lin Huairou, usually straightforward, showing hesitation over something.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Gao Yuan deliberately stiffened his face, releasing the peak power of the Distracted Realm, like an insurmountable mountain looming before everyone, suffocating their breath.

“Superpowers?” Yuan Xu was stunned. She had heard the term on Earth, but only as fiction in TV dramas—never in reality. To think this Officer Ou was such a person; if she recognized his dantian had recovered, what kind of superpower did that imply?

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He Yunxi stepped forward, expecting a fight, but instead found Old Wang and Qin Youlei arguing. She wondered suspiciously why the pervert was nowhere to be seen—had he hidden away?

“You... do you dare betray your own sect? If we return to the sect and I report you, you won’t be able to explain yourself!” Wang Chao felt afraid and threatened him.

Otherwise, he would not have achieved peak Warlord Realm power in his early twenties, earning the nickname “Tyrannosaurus” among a million-strong army. He had lingered at the Warlord Realm long enough to accumulate strength.

In the northern part of Dajing City, a remote area at the urban-rural fringe—this term aptly described the place.

Liu Wang felt helpless. No matter how Red Sister joked with her, she dared not get angry.

A broken hand required bone-setting and plaster; a broken leg needed surgery with nails to fix it, followed by time for the bones to heal.

“We’re already at the doorstep. Nothing is more important than meeting my mother-in-law—unless you don’t want to continue with my sister,” Zeng Yu insisted, refusing to let Zhao Hao leave.

His cultivation method was the chaotic great technique passed down from the Yuan Gu Tianzun, the Primordial Heavenly Venerable.

Whether Mu Ding’an genuinely cared or was merely mocking Lu Yunran, Fu Yan’s feelings had changed.

The system in his mind was definitely located seven li away. It was not too late; time was still sufficient.

Fang Yi went to retrieve the “script” from Jiang Wen—this guy was unpredictable; what he wrote yesterday might be invalid by morning. The right to explain belonged to him.