Chapter 28

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They had no way of verifying who had originally taken the antiques, and waiting for the higher-ups to send someone to investigate would take time, so they decided to make a blind guess instead.

The Great General Protecting the Nation, much like Su Mu, was still accustomed to calling Huang Sijiu "Jun'er." This was the name he used before he furiously left the imperial palace; he had once told the young master that his name was Huangfu Jun.

Her graceful figure, nearly invisible to the naked eye, fluttered as she swung her blade. The blade-less "Invincible" shattered the defenses hindering her advance, strike after strike.

"Chirp." The Heavenly Phoenix suddenly let out a miserable cry. Li Qing looked over and saw one of the Ancestral Corpses gripping the tail of the Heavenly Phoenix's ancient soul. A corrosive energy surged from the corpse's arm, instantly racing along the phoenix's tail feathers and into its body.

The Asian man suddenly wore a chillingly indifferent smile. What made everyone’s hearts turn cold was that the moment he finished speaking, his entire figure pounced toward Maurice like a nimble leopard.

"Junior Brother Su, I need to have a word with Senior Brother Qin. You go over to Junior Brother Chu’s side; they are all gathered there," Deng Zheng said, pointing to a few blue-robed disciples gathered not far away.

"Fairy Qinglian? Didn't she go missing over a dozen years ago? How could she be in the forbidden zone?" the gray-shadowed figure asked in confusion.

Xixi was now certain that this man was not a shill. He was wealthy, handsome, and knowledgeable—she knew that just from his way of speaking. She felt a pang of regret; the rich young master beside her was clearly a country bumpkin, completely unrefined.

Compared to Huangfu Qi, the black-robed cultivator was at the opposite extreme. He had no happy childhood; born into darkness, his memories were mostly fragments of lingering between life and death. He even despised the superfluous emotions of humans, such as love.

Ye Bai walked out of the room, stepping down the mountain path. His gait was unsteady—the result of the torture he had just endured.

Xu Qi knew the giant clam lacked clear consciousness and would inevitably overlook things. With a thought, his acupoints and meridians began to circulate, merging with the tree and exuding the unique aura of the Scripture of Eternal Directness.

After a while, Mistress Bach had yet to return, but that presence was drawing nearer. The two young and hot-headed shaman guards rushed out of the temple, hiding on either side in an attempt to catch the enemy off guard.

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Clearly, the Red Flame Jackal had the upper hand in this clash. As the flames burned, the stone armor on the Silver-Armored Rhinoceros transferred the intense heat to its skin and flesh. Like a branding iron, the stone armor scorched the beast, but the rhinoceros gritted its teeth and endured, finally slamming into the stone wall with such force that much of the flame was extinguished in the impact.

Regardless of how dangerous the situation looked, Zhou Yu at least held his ground at this moment.

After Supervisor Wang gave his consent, Mo Liu immediately called Bing Lan at home.

Perhaps in terms of cultivation, Yun Fan was not far from them, but when it came to actual combat prowess, the gap between the two sides was like that between heaven and earth—there was no comparison.

On this lush, grass-covered ground, the stone disk key and the zodiac star map formed by the nine fragments of the Myriad World Stele still remained.

Although everyone knew of the supernatural powers of the Immortals, displaying such techniques daily in a city like Huayi City stirred the hearts of the people, causing everyone to beg for entry into immortal sects, which was not necessarily a good thing.

Only by entering a place like this could the aura of the Luo Dragon Map vanish so thoroughly and rapidly.

Although Xie Xianjin's qualities were inferior to ours in every aspect, his advantage was that he had been fighting in this climate for months, so letting him train the troops was undoubtedly the best approach.

Jiang Mu, looking very much like a victor, waved at the reporters. He sat at the podium, twisted open a bottle of mineral water, took a few sips, and waited for Lazio head coach Zoff to arrive.

In the endless plains, nothing grew; there wasn't even a bump to be seen. The entire earth was as flat as a giant mirror.

Lu Ying was a sturdy man in his twenties. Nuanyang had heard of him long ago; it was said he was not only Mo Ming’s most capable lieutenant but also a brother-in-arms who had faced life and death with him, completely trustworthy.

Although there was a gap in strength, everyone knew Capello was always adept at defense, and in cup competitions, defense was the key to winning the championship. There was a saying in football: "Offense wins fans, defense wins championships."

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"Whether I do this or that, is it any of your business? My affairs have nothing to do with you!" Lin Yilan said discontentedly. "I’m leaving work early today." With that, she quickly headed toward the backstage area.

"If I were to trust you and hand my life over to you, what would you do?" Nuanyang asked with deliberate ambiguity, hoping to secure this magical artifact in the shortest possible time to help her escape to safety.

Once finished, they would sprinkle a bit of melted water as a send-off, then stick a wooden sign by the pit with the number of the fallen written on it. Perhaps by tomorrow, this sign would be crushed by a tank or blown away by a shell, and the heroes in this pit would be forgotten forever.

"Mei'er, you're a good girl. You must notify me if there is any movement from Miss A'luo, understand?" Before leaving, she solemnly instructed Mei'er.

Quan Feitong glanced at Li Zhaoting again. Judging by his expression just now, he had not participated in today’s events; it seemed everything had been arranged by Li Haisu.

"Why are you standing at the door?" As soon as Ye Yao came up, she saw Wang Xiu standing at the doorway and asked in surprise.

"What do you mean?" Feng Shao’s initial angry reprimand turned into a frown after catching Feng Wu’s signal.

Chen Danqing dodged, choosing not to face the Saint Emperor's war chariot directly, but the opponent clearly refused to let the matter rest, driving the chariot in hot pursuit of Chen Danqing with the clear intention of crushing him.

Li Ren was a genius, like a fish in water in his cultivation, and was already considered on par with the elders of the Mad Sect before the age of one thousand.

Even Chen Danqing, who was far away, felt a bone-chilling coldness. His hair stood on end, and he was gripped by a sense of irresistible terror. It was hard to imagine what it would be like if this were only a single thought of a divine soul, and how terrifying the true entity would be if it arrived in person.