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"Alright, thank you, Boss." Beiming You was extremely thrilled. This was the top-ranked weapon in the China region, a high-grade ghost-tier dagger. Holding it in his hand, he felt as though he had reached the pinnacle of his life.

Why did that tone sound like someone looking for trouble? Could I have unintentionally offended someone? I smacked my lips and secretly noted down the agreed-upon time.

"Perhaps this is a good idea." Qin Yang had already entertained the thought of slaying the Demon Emperor. On the surface, this would be a monumental achievement, one that could greatly enhance his prestige in the Divine Land and prove immensely beneficial for future battles. However, there was one prerequisite: he had to lure the Demon Emperor out.

Tian Kong nodded noncommittally. That old hag seemed to know everything; could she actually see what they had experienced underground while still in the village?

Qiu Ze wanted to fly into a rage, but he held it in. He knew he couldn't entirely blame his assassins—who could have predicted that Qin Yang would win first place in the King-Sealing Tournament and also acquire the Lightning Unicorn? The speed of the Lightning Unicorn was no joke.

Zhu Yunchang's face stiffened, looking rather peculiar. He originally wanted to laugh, but laughing was unacceptable in such a solemn occasion. He suddenly envied Young Master Tianyu's mask; if he were wearing a mask as well, he could laugh to his heart's content.

Just when the villagers thought they had lost all hope, the convoy led by Brother Wang and the others appeared.

Witnessing such a scene, this was naturally the first thing Feng Ye's subconscious mind turned to.

Before the Sixth Prince could recover from his utter astonishment, Kong Xuan unleashed his golden body with all six arms, trailing a faint golden radiance as he struck directly at their chests. With synchronized cries of pain, the six dragon princes were sent flying by Kong Xuan, crashing heavily onto the ground with blood spilling from the corners of their mouths.

This fierce gale was unleashed using sixty percent of her power. How could Yang Tian, merely a martial artist at the Half-Celestial realm, possibly withstand her attack?

Mother Zhao fell silent. Although she was unreasonable, her son had indeed been able to get out smoothly thanks to Jiang Tingting.

Feng Yangguang wore a solemn expression, holding a stick as he wove through the thieves' district. No one paid any attention to his strange attire or the two people closely following behind him.

Although as an eight-star king, he was indeed capable of achieving that, it was obvious that the previous blow lacked that kind of potency; he hadn't used his full strength.

Because Wang Shoucai had spent a long time massaging people, he suffered from a degree of tenosynovitis. At the same time, his gums were inflamed.

After this period of observation, he deemed the old Daoist priest qualified to join his department. In terms of realm, he should be around the third or fourth layer of Qi Condensation, though he was a bit too old and appeared somewhat unequal to the task.

"Yuno, does this grandson of yours have something wrong with his head?" Xiao Jinlong asked directly to his face.

To be honest, Gu Yu didn't know why she could clearly sense that when Moxiu spoke of destroying this place, the secret realm seemed to tremble slightly. She wondered if it was just her imagination.

Xiao Ding raised one foot, aimed it at the other's head, and was just about to stomp down when suddenly, the sound of rushing wind echoed from behind.

Zhou Qingmiao ignored his remark. She loved seafood the most, and having finally gotten to eat Chinese mitten crabs without eating her fill, how could she just give up like that? When no one would peel them for her, she would peel them herself, and she reached out to grab one.

"Ink-colored clothes? Ink-colored clothes? The person staying at the manor isn't dressed like that." The Prime Minister's wife smiled rather constrainedly.

Shortly afterward, the group converged. Aside from Zhantian who remained unconscious, the other four—including Li Ke—could barely hold on. In the end, Li Ke and the butcher discussed moving forward along the subterranean river; this was their only chance before Zhantian recovered.

As it turned out, the base of the tower was also divided into multiple levels. Though the exact number was unknown, judging by the fact that the lowest tier was over ten meters high, the foundation should consist of no fewer than three layers.

"Third Young Master, isn't this..." Yiyi was somewhat bewildered. Wasn't this the room card she had given him? How did it end up involving President Gao?

"Brother Zhan, this finger-thick electric fence is definitely hollow inside, with sensor wires running through it. The moment it's cut, it will trigger an alarm. I never expected them to set up defenses this tight," Li Ke said, pointing ahead to the twenty-meter-high wire mesh woven from thumb-thick metal.

"Get lost! Clearly, you guys were the ones who came to bully Brother Hao first!" Deng彪 (Deng Biao) cursed back angrily while helping me up.

He had a hunch that even with the firepower of an artillery sniper rifle, hitting the sword slave consecutively twice might still not kill him, as it couldn't be ruled out that the slave possessed defensive magical treasures.

Gu Jiujiu nodded. Although she sighed for Pan Yumeng, upon closer reflection, Song Yuyuan's words were also correct: without affection, binding themselves together would only bring misery.

Dong Fengji never expected that when she went to the Yan family estate, she would bring back a dead weight upon leaving.

Listening to the painful wails, the villagers dared not stay there any longer and fled down the mountain. However, the wind was too fierce; fighting against the gale, everyone found every single step agonizingly difficult.

I truly didn't know what to say. Huo Rou was several years older than Jin Duoyu, already twenty-six or twenty-seven. It was as if she had been tricked by an elaborate trap.

The popular science videos that Chen Yang had painstakingly popularized had caused countless malicious ghosts within Huaxia to perish. Due to the existence of the system, a portion of these ghosts' spiritual energy fed back into Chen Yang himself, making it one of his long-hidden trump cards.

However, this could not escape Gongsun Zhuan's sharp gaze. Before Gongsun Ziye could speak, she released a marble to knock down all the scorpions attempting to approach. Although she was only a Class 3 homeroom teacher, she had after all graduated from Class 1 and obtained her teaching qualification; her cultivation level was second to none.

Ling Feng was quite familiar with that disc magical treasure; presumably, it required reaching the Spirit tier and manifesting a "spirit" before it could be utilized. Ling Feng thus put it away.

"It seems you already know the news about them. I went to take a look, and that Tang family indeed possesses a blessed land for cultivating spiritual power. The effects should be quite good," Ji Ba chuckled and said.