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Viewed from afar, their figures blending with the falling snowflakes behind them looked like a naturally formed painting, breathtakingly beautiful.

He was a youthful monarch who could turn desolation to prosperity with a mere flick of his hand, a man who wields absolute power not to dominate the imperial court, but to plunge the nation into chaos and ruin.

Old Tan sat in the passenger seat and dialed a number. After waiting for a moment, the call was connected.

When the police rushed into the lounge, what met their eyes was Qiao Zhixuan, her body exposed, laughing hysterically like a madwoman.

Tan Qing wanted precisely this. Hailing from a small town, she was well-versed in playing pitiful and weak to win others' sympathy. She also knew how to cozy up to those in power and find a backing. Most patrons, however, were utterly foolish—just like Cao Yan. As Tan Qing played them around, her heart was filled with a sense of triumph.

An eye-catching and extremely handsome motorcycle leather jacket like this was hardly ever worn out in public.

Such a thick indwelling needle, buried beneath the skin, slightly raised the boy's arm. It looked painful just to watch, yet the boy wore an expression of complete fearlessness.

In the pouring rain, everyone crawled through the low, muddy barbed wire fences, scaled high walls, dragged their exhausted bodies forward, clenched their teeth as they charged into the mire, climbed over hills strewn with jagged rocks, and finally reached the finish line.

The four old men walked out of the Royal Casino without a word. After marching through three streets, just as they were about to reach the Ji residence, Lord Li broke the silence: "Lord Ji, what do you think of this?" Was there still any need for them to keep locking horns with the Ninth Prince?

"Lord Titan, I sincerely hope you can prioritize the empire's orders first... After all, this national war concerns post-war national glory and the attribute bonuses for all citizens across the land... Therefore..." The player's tone was calm, as if the outcome was already a foregone conclusion.

Zhao Dingyuan had a habit of drinking a can of beer after finishing his work, a routine he had maintained for nearly thirty years.

"When do you get off work? I'm coming to pick you up." He Liuyang spoke, his tone brimming with absolute dominance.

She had not seen Ouyang Ye for a long time. Ever since the last time he suddenly appeared and swept her away from the company, this was their first reunion.

This was also the focal point of the media reports, which expressed deep concern over Liu Yihan's health. Furthermore, the newly released video and the content Liu Yihan was filming sparked intense curiosity among the public: What was going on here? Could Liu Yihan have started shooting a new movie again?

"Are you out of your mind?! This deity wants to live a few more days! Enter the Divine Emperor Realm? You might as well just kill me instead!" Yasusu unexpectedly did an about-face, displaying an expression and tone of extreme dread.

"What's going on? Where's the boss? How did it disappear?" Night, who had been lingering around the demonic dragon executing sly guerrilla tactics, curiously searched his surroundings, but could not find a trace of the demonic dragon anywhere.

He Ningxin gave a dry chuckle. Based on her understanding of the people in the Marquis of Ningyuan's estate, their information probably wasn't that well-informed, nor their scheming that profound. This blunder of a move today was merely them stumbling blindly into a direct collision with the He family and herself.

"Ruyun, your performance was exceptional. That client is extremely satisfied with you." This was the call from Brother Wang.

Upon hearing Elder Tian say this, Zhou Jin was equally shocked. One must know that Zhou Jin was well aware of just how formidable he was when his Primordial Chaos Body erupted.

Hearing this, the advisor nodded repeatedly, overwhelmed with gratitude at that moment, and quickly dropped to his knees to express his thanks.

The most direct collision of raw power had always been the combat style most yearned for by the Flame Demon clan. Ordinary Flame Demons might still find some magically gifted creatures to engage in close-quarters brawling, but once one reached the level of the Flame Demon King, it became exceedingly difficult to find any opponent capable of matching them in pure strength.

Early the next morning, Jiang Mohan prepared to set off. The crowd still felt a lingering reluctance to part; engaging in philosophical discourse with Jiang Mohan truly allowed one to learn a vast amount. Perhaps it wouldn't cause one's cultivation realm to leap forward overnight, but it would profoundly alter one's state of mind. Perhaps this was Jiang Mohan's true charm.

Hearing this, Wang Yifei suddenly recalled what kind of person Lu Yan was; wasn't ignorance his very middle name?

Lu Shirou's mind was in absolute turmoil; she didn't even notice when Lin Qing had walked right up in front of her.

Lu Zhensheng surveyed the situation, then looked toward the states of Jiang and Chengzhou, both of which appeared to be in similarly perilous conditions.

Wen Huchen snapped back to his senses instantly, while Huangfu Yingyang wasted no time. With a flick of his fingers, he severed the drawstring of the pouch, and sure enough, a lime-wrapped human head rolled out instantly.

Wei Tingshang naturally agreed readily, and the two exchanged a few more intimate murmurs while Wei Tingying remained entirely silent.

Watching the crazy girl glare at him with eyes full of envy, jealousy, hatred, and gnashing teeth, Lu Yan curled his lip and thought to himself: Though all these treasures of mine were obtained through sheer luck, didn't I still risk my life fighting tooth and nail for them, after all?

Upon witnessing Wang Yuetian's imposing stance, Zhang Pingtian, who was already harboring displeasure, felt a surge of murderous intent rise within him.

And the superpower standing behind the mercenaries was an Extraordinary, essentially an organization of Western ability users—a backer so thick and sturdy that it surpassed even the governments of some European nations.

The youth in cyan robes executed a roll, planted both feet on a wooden stake, and braced himself with a single hand to steady his posture. Just two meters behind him lay the box containing the jade pendant.

Seeing his arms rapidly contract and extend in a bizarre, unorthogonal fashion, Leng Ruoshuang knew close-quarters combat was fraught with constant peril. Thus, she unleashed the Great Kasyapa Finger techniques to dance around him and engage him in a protracted battle.

Chen Mo came over every day to tend to their conditioning separately, and the specialized herbal medicine formulated for them was rolled into pills for them to take at scheduled times.