Chapter Twelve

Driven by heavy doubts and curiosity in his heart, Kozo Tsuboi slowly descended the gangway of the ship "Hirui"; his gaze fell upon the berths of the Beiyang Navy’s steel-hulled ram cruisers, the "Chaoyong" and "Yangwei."

With this struggle, his hips inevitably brushed against Weisuo's leg, a sensation that thrilled Weisuo immensely.

An hour later, Gu Yun sat on the ground, his great hammer collapsed beside him, breathing heavily. The floor beneath him was soaked with sweat, and not a single spot on his white robe was dry, clinging to his body in a somewhat disheveled state.

Just as Gu Yun hesitated, contemplating which martial art manual to choose, a figure suddenly appeared beside him. Gu Yun’s pupils contracted, and his entire energy began to circulate instinctively.

Yang Liu Qingqing muttered, "This time, she really caused me a world of trouble. Dare to do it again? I guarantee there won’t be a next time! When does your unit have a holiday? I’ll wait for you in Yinan."

She spoke softly, her face numb as she replayed the video over and over, her eyes reddening and aching.

Though injured, Ming Wanhe was formidable; relying on his palm power, he forcibly repelled Ling Ye’s fire.

“Shameless people are invincible in this world.” Weisuo felt no shame in this; on the contrary, he took pride in it.

Wherever his gaze landed, a modest-sized sheet of paper displayed a simple arrangement of over ten clauses.

He Jia’s vigor waned completely; he closed his eyes and sighed deeply, overwhelmed with mixed emotions. Despite a thousand grievances, he could only concede defeat at this moment.

“It’s okay.” I was in a bad mood. “Don’t worry, really, it’s fine.” I patted Ling, who didn’t turn her head and looked quite unhappy. I sighed and then handed the phone to Ling. The more I thought about it, the more uneasy I felt. What was Han An’s true intention? Ling glanced back at me with a complicated look in her eyes.

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“How is it? Is Zhe Bao okay?!” As Xiao Jin returned to the master bedroom, Fang Weiru anxiously asked.

Qin Qianying looked at Shen Ruge’s shoes, wondering if they were a bit too high. But seeing Shen Ruge so satisfied, she decided not to say anything further.

Speaking of this matter, Meihuating’s expression grew serious, his tone heavy and grave.

A bullet pierced his chest, fired from a large truck; it seemed that the sniper was still alive. Although the bullet missed Wang Yang’s vital organs, only half the bullet entered his body.

Unable to withstand Li Fugui’s tricks, Zhao Hongfei soon entered a state bordering on madness.

“Get out of the car.” Xue Lingbai couldn’t help but speak. He had hoped Shen Ruge would ask to get in herself, so he could exchange a favor in return. Now, he was reluctant to let her go.

Xin Yaoyao clenched her teeth, her eyes flashing. She hadn’t expected Xiao Yu to actually dare to threaten her openly.

At that moment, the large hands shattered, but Zi Han’s expression was somewhat dazed. When the two massive hands met, Luo Ye’s hand crushed like an overlord against a subordinate, collapsing in an instant. That feeling caused Zi Han’s heart to tremble inexplicably.

The old Taoist had a long, narrow face with lengthy eyebrows and beard, his graying hair neatly combed. He wore a gilded Taoist crown and held a dust whisk.

The Jade Emperor still wore a smile. Having survived countless tribulations to sit in this position, he was no ordinary man.

Zi Fan gripped a stone tightly with both hands, groaning continuously. The large banner behind him toppled and fell in the wind. When Zi Han’s sword descended, both his leg and the battle flag snapped simultaneously.

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Earlier, Meng Junyu chose to abandon his companions and break out alone, causing Princess Simeng displeasure; now, he also suspected Tang Ming, fueling further discontent.

“Tang Ming, I will give you the address of the Yue Lao Daochang later, and I will write a letter. As long as you deliver the letter to the sect leader of the Yue Lao Daochang and they read it, they will agree to our request,” the old headmaster explained.

A domineering aura, one that commanded all beasts to submit, surged forth from within the stone statue, whipping up a fierce wind.

Tang Ming was completely stunned, not understanding why Fang Ling was so angry. He hurriedly sought help from Han Xue beside him.

The Void-breaking Realm mainly refines the physical body, but the Spirit-transforming Realm differs. At this level, one can cultivate spiritual power. Ye Qiu’s spiritual power overwhelming Li Danshi was largely due to his martial strength reaching the Spirit-transforming Realm.

This feather was a low-level spiritual treasure; no one knew from which part of the Golden Eagle Mother it had been plucked.

Zhao Qingfeng, helmsman of the Ice Demon lineage, remained motionless, as did seven other masters behind him.

Ying City was a medium-sized city in the East, with a population of over three hundred thousand. The citizens lived comfortably, so everywhere Xiang Yang passed, he saw prosperity, except for those who knew him—they regarded him with venomous hatred.

Cui Ming took nine strides in quick succession, suddenly appearing before Xiang Yang. The sword energy accumulated in his body surged through the gleaming long sword in his hand, striking forward like the first rays of dawn sunlight—bright, vast, and full of infinite hope.