I shall take my leave now.

Seeing the expressions of Zhao Fengyang and Ye Lintian change instantly, a hint of confusion flashed across Feng Yan's face.

"What is it? What happened? Why do you both look like that?"

Hearing this, Zhao Fengyang forcibly suppressed the embarrassment in his heart and spoke, "Why would the Sect Master want to recruit this person?"

"As far as I know, this person doesn't..."

Of course, if the seven great families lacked a powerful force to rely on as their backing, they would still need to keep a low profile; otherwise, the development of their families would be suppressed, causing unimaginable losses.

During the early days of the establishment of the Kunlun Sect, it was the overlord-level force in the Origin Realm. The former Patriarch Potian was an absolute powerhouse who illuminated an entire era. Unfortunately, he did not stay in the Origin Realm for long before he vanished.

Dragon marrow is the primary ingredient for making body-tempering potions. The body-tempering potions she and Locke have taken over the years mainly sourced their materials from the black-winged dragon-man they fought earlier.

Despite saying that, deep down in her heart, there was still a tiny shred of longing. Gazing at the Motong Qin, which offered a chance to alter her innate talent, her heart grew extremely fervent. With trembling hands, she took it out of the wooden box and placed it before her.

The terrifying explosion of fiery light had completely engulfed Chen Xiao's figure by this moment. The people on the outside could not see Chen Xiao at all. If they couldn't still sense his presence, they would have long since assumed he was dead.

"I agreed to a duel with Yan Lianqing, right atop the desolate peak of the Eastern Kingdom," the old man said, desperately suppressing the tears in his eyes, his voice choked with sobs.

Hearing this, Ghost Jingshen nodded. At the same time, the Buddhist light on Chen Xiao's body began to surge once more, rushing back in the opposite direction to meet these demonic lights.

This was the black market. Anyone coming here—whether to buy or sell—was unwilling to easily expose their identity. Therefore, even though they were curious about Chen Xiao's identity, no one lingered.

Thus, to truly contend with these major figures, he still needed to elevate his own cultivation realm; otherwise, it would be extremely difficult to enter the imperial capital and save Huang Ying.

Subsequently, the blood-red jade slowly floated upward and stopped between Qing Yue's brows. Qing Yue raised her hand, bringing her injured finger close to the jade.

Although the two police officers wore somewhat puzzled expressions, they did not ask any further questions. As for Yuan Zhenxia, what crossed his mind was: An Arabian chieftain! How could things be such a coincidence?

Yet this victory felt like casting a tiny pebble into a vast lake. After a ripple of disturbance, the Aston Villa players fell silent once again.

He gave a hearty laugh and, recounting things to Qin Wanru with slight modifications based on what he had told Yan Cai'er, he described some events from the Southeastern Forest Sea to satisfy her curiosity. Then, he went straight to the point.

This golden dragon with crimson scales was unimaginably colossal, suspended in the air like a descending mountain peak.

The moment the white deer gained its freedom, it ran behind Nan Changqing, yet it did not touch so much as a fraction of Nan Changqing's robes.

Regrettably, he never considered himself a gentleman. Those who crossed him would be repaid tenfold or a hundred times over.

She possessed several colonies along the Mediterranean coast, located in the Middle East, the Black Sea, Sicily, Sardinia, and North Africa. At its zenith, Genoa completely controlled everything in the Tyrrhenian Sea west of the Italian Peninsula, including Corsica.

Utrecht's team doctor, Panella, squatted on the ground, anxiously attending to Zhang Xiang's left foot. After a long while of bustling about, he wiped his brow and shook his head helplessly at Fokkema.

"Alright, Taisu, don't talk to Boss Gong like that. He's our old friend after all." Black Kill had known the boss the longest, but his attempt to smooth things over only added fuel to the fire.

After all, he was only seventeen years old, right in the prime of his youth and full of vigor. Having suffered such a harsh and unjust misunderstanding—thinking of how he had poured his heart and soul into building her enterprise for years, only to be cast aside like a worn-out shoe over a single mistake—he was inevitably filled with a belly full of grievances and indignation. Convinced that she would resort to any means to achieve her ends and driven entirely by thoughts of revenge, he indignantly left the Underworld Sect in the middle of the night.

"How is that possible?" Gekkō Hayate stared at the dagger in his chest, then looked back at the corpse of the Anbu ninja who had originally fallen. He had actually been ambushed and killed by someone who was already dead?

The European-style luxury villa was like a palace in a fairy tale. Ironically, even though she had once nearly become the wife of Beiming Ye, she had never had the opportunity to step foot inside.

"I agreed to join forces with you, but you have to tell me who you really are," Young Master Fang said, pushing away the hand of the fake Lei Xiaoxiao, and asked.

"Have you ever thought that him coming over so early this morning might mean he knows something?" Yang's mother asked her.

Yet today's battle left Li Xiao with an indescribable sense of joy; everything had gone as anticipated. With the men of Muscle Fai and Black Whirlwind, his own strength would undergo a qualitative change. From now on, his say in the underworld of Xinyang City would increase significantly, and only these people stepping out from schools could possibly become his most solid trump cards in the future.

Mo Yihan naturally did not grasp the deeper meaning of the "Rubik's Cube." Seeing the pale, bloodless face of Li Luowei, he felt deeply concerned for her.

Feeling the trembling of the beauty in his arms, Lei Yu could not help but pull her tightly into his embrace.

Xiang Zhongyuan raised his head. Always one whose emotions never surfaced, he remained as calm as ever under the grim circumstances portrayed by Xiang Nan, as if the impending disaster were merely a minor loss rather than a devastating blow.

"Clang! Hilton, hold the outer perimeter! I'm going to butcher these sons of bitches myself!" Valer stepped out of the defensive circle, his long spear blocking the scimitar aimed at Hilton, and took over Hilton's opponent.

"What is my mindset? You actually care about my mindset? I find that quite surprising. If I told you I feel nothing, would you believe it? Things like this, I've known for a long time, and it was bound to be this way anyway. As for the Eastern Monarch... with your personality, I know you too well. Save yourself if you can." Shinhwa shrugged.

Spanning two months and traversing a thousand miles. When Lü Bu led his three thousand wolf cavalry out of Jinyang, it was still the late autumn of September; upon his return, the bitter winter was already approaching.

Every word spoken by the surrendered soldiers touched not only Zhang Yan's heart, but the hearts of all these Taihang bandits as well! Most of these people had friends and relatives on the opposing side, yet now, due to various reasons, they were forced to face each other with drawn blades. That complex emotion was truly something ordinary people could never comprehend.