Returning to the Hometown

The previously suppressed anger surged once more. He grabbed the scout in front of him and roared.

Meanwhile, Thanos finally succeeded in expelling the disruptive element from his body. He opened his eyes, looked at Captain America—who was desperately tugging at his gauntlet—a sneer curled the corner of his mouth, and the purple stone in the slot lit up once more.

And so the three of them fled the sacrificial ceremony of the Sacred Deer Festival. They quickly packed their luggage, took advantage of the empty surroundings, led Tascending, and secretly left the Sacred Deer Tribe, returning once again to the boundless wilderness.

Furthermore, once he broke through to the Viscera-Refining Realm, he would be able to exchange for Viscera-Refining cultivation techniques. Choosing to exchange for Bone-Refining techniques at this juncture was hardly a wise decision.

Hearing the sound, Qingfeng raised his head and looked forward, only to see a complete skeleton half-reclining ahead, its eye sockets glowing with a faint, eerie light.

If it were just one or two such creatures, it would be fine, but with an entire organization of over a hundred people consisting of such gluttons, the monthly casualties caused would be quite staggering. If left unchecked, District 20 would undoubtedly soon become like Districts 1 to 4, places where human survival was nearly impossible.

An unprecedented, vast empire emerged. Following that, Yang Yi had to establish laws, rituals, an army... a myriad of details to attend to, and the city of Hanover celebrated in a frenzy for a full half month.

Making these soldiers aware of when they were supposed to appear and where, they successfully completed the coordinated drill of the Third Killing Formation in a very short span of time.

Li Niu said, "You all fought well today! Now that the White Army has retreated, we should get some rest too! Pass down the order to take good care of our Heavenly Dynasty Emperor; it would be best if he doesn't die... Brother, I'm leaving it to you!" With that, Li Niu patted the physician's shoulder and left the hall carved inside the mountain.

The Heaven-Seizing Fork in his hand radiated a dark golden glow, and the brilliant spiritual energy instantly gathered across the entire fork, making it look almost mesmerizing.

That was certainly no act; Hua Wu's sensitive heart was easily touched by these beautiful yet sorrowful stories.

Zhang Zhizhong walked up to the cherry-blossom tattooed man whose finger had been severed by Dongzi earlier. At some point, a dagger had appeared in his hand, and without the slightest hesitation, he plunged the blade directly into the man's chest.

"Young master, this winter melon and barley old duck soup was specially made for you by the madam today. It was quite a hassle, but now that I've learned how, I'll be brewing it for the young master often from now on." Alice said as she ladled soup for Mu Zifei.

"Since that's the case, this Immortal Selection Assembly can indeed boost a glimmer of hope." Lin Feng hadn't thought that far ahead regarding ascension, considering he was currently only at the Foundation Establishment stage.

In truth, Su Bold was rather wronged; deep down, he had immense confidence in Dongzi and Lu Yao. Since the two of them weren't even afraid of masters from the Temple Country, how could they fear a retired mercenary?

The smell of cigars in the air was gradually dissipating. Lin Yong felt anxious and clenched his fists—could it be that he had no choice but to force his way in?

The human territory was embroiled in turmoil, and the atmosphere in Falling Snow City was tense to the extreme. The inheritance Xintian was receiving at this moment had truly reached a life-or-death juncture.

The nascent soul space was the first to give way; the external barrier was battered by the surging torrent of energy until it was covered in cracks, ultimately culminating in a violent explosion.

Three days later, on the sports field, Lin Yong held a Browning M1911 in a standard shooting stance, staring intently at the target ahead before decisively pulling the trigger.

"Where are you right now?" Liu Xiaolan glanced toward the driver's seat occupied by Nalan Bingxuan, then asked Yao Ze over the phone.

He firmly believed that the internet must be flooded with criticisms of the terrible show "Lucky Audience." Following that, online public opinion would inevitably evolve into narratives like "The Spring Festival Gala gets worse every year" and "Even such a lousy show can make it to the Spring Festival Gala, I'm never caring about it again."

When Chen Yao told everyone that the Shu Dao team had to win this match, he was delighted to see a row of eager, eager-to-try faces.

Since Dou Keying had not brought up their previous encounter and pretended it was their first meeting, she naturally didn't want others to know. Yao Ze went along with her wishes, feigned ignorance as he introduced himself, and then flashed a knowing smile at Dou Keying.

Because the match was nearing its end, and the Dictator team was still expending rare ammunition? Weren't they afraid that the rare ammunition would be used up yet they still failed to win the match?

"Sister-in-law, do you need any explosive thunder? I can make a few for you for free; I guarantee one can blow up a whole building!" Long-Bearded Ant had just had his fun, and the momentum had not yet worn off.

"It seems that not only did my uncle's show win public acclaim, but even this year's Spring Festival Gala has achieved massive success..." Director He's mind was in utter chaos.

Until the day he died, Xu Yongsheng never knew the name of that organization; he only knew that it encompassed all races in the universe, and even the human race was among them.

Countless faces welled up before my eyes. I stared intently at them: Pang Pang, Pang Pang's older brother, Han Lin, along with some staff members and the audience members who had watched the movie with me last night, packed tightly into the bustling room.