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A whirlwind of thoughts surged through Li Daolin’s mind before he forcibly suppressed them. He knew well that when the disparity in strength was too great, one’s inner thoughts became impossible to conceal.

As his palm collided with the bracelet, the galaxy trembled. Nearby stars shattered instantly, blasting the God Emperor Shengyun away.

The Ma family’s actions were transparent; perhaps it was a probe, or perhaps a show of stance. They likely would not return; after all, one monster attack could be dismissed as a coincidence, but repeated incidents would be hard to explain. The Ma family and Chai Shengnan were not yet in open conflict, and perhaps the mischievous family was merely testing the limits of her patience.

Two figures flew into the Endless Sea. Countless sea creatures panicked, and the seven Great Heavenly Demons, upon seeing Long Shangxu and the King of Rending Skies, had long since fled to remote islands.

The Bodhisattva King of the State Preceptors was undoubtedly one of the few to benefit immensely. Numerous immortals and rogue cultivators manifested miracles at his Mount Xuyi, bringing great fame to both him and the mountain. Once the common people recovered from the floods, countless believers would surely flock there, and the incense offerings would be the greatest reward.

“Since the senior is so generous, I shall not decline. No need to see us out; we must head to the next house,” Jiang Yun said with a smile.

Is that grandson Zheng Yi a rabbit spirit? Mo Chen cursed inwardly. In just a short moment, he had vanished without a trace. Looking at the wide-open side door, Mo Chen guessed that Zheng Yi must have run off to the backyard.

Unlike Li Daoran, who entered with a clear mind, these people appeared dazed and hollow-eyed, their spirits wandering in confusion.

Following the map, Huo Bao rode the clouds and mist, arriving at the location in a flash. Upon inspection, it was nothing more than a ruined temple hidden deep within a dense forest.

Though the battle was arduous, many warriors stained the Bridge of Yin and Yang with their blood, cut down by the assassins of the Yellow Springs Gate and the Azure Palace.

Listening to their conversation, Yang Hao couldn't help but smile. He had heard rumors of the powerhouses appearing in the Fire Prison Flame Gate. Had he not broken through the Ninth Heaven, he might have been wary of them, but now he could act freely and carve out a share for himself in the strife-ridden Fire Prison Flame Gate.

An Yi pressed a pressure point on Gong Wuxie’s arm, and the limb went limp.

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“Where is Young Master Zhou? Why don’t I see him?” Hearing this, Ye Yi didn’t answer directly, but asked with curiosity, looking around casually.

The giant python roared, opening a maw several meters wide to bite the sword blade without hesitation. Its massive, snake-like body coiled tightly around the azure sword, and the pitch-black aura it exuded blocked everyone’s line of sight, as if swallowing the heavens.

The two shared a smile and rushed into the Wheat Ear Valley. The faint fragrance of wheat could be smelled throughout; it was not overpowering, but refreshing and omnipresent.

As if born with it, a set of sword techniques was imprinted in his mind. Ye Zheng’s consciousness detached from the jade tablet and returned to reality.

“Thank you for your kindness, Elder Sister, but I have been choosing for an hour, and this is the only technique that caught my eye.” Ye Yi shook his head, refusing directly.

When the Spirit Pill Sect issued invitations for their Deification Ceremony to be held in half a month, the other four major sects secretly wondered whether they should send a few beautiful disciples; perhaps they might catch the eye of Mu Qiu?

He turned to dodge the vertical slash of 7681 once more. His True Demon bloodline began to surge uncontrollably, covering his skin in a faint layer of black power.

Outside, the stars shimmered. The star-studded night sky looked like a vast black curtain, dotted with pearls.

To commemorate this victory, the item “Boots of Lucidity”—a special piece of equipment—was added to the in-game store. All players who participated in the event received rewards based on the outcome of their chosen faction, a result that satisfied everyone.

“I suggest you consult with Daoist Wangchen. His friends and family are quite capable and should be able to help,” Mo Ran reminded him.

Seeing the sleeping Lin Long, Mo Ran grew even more concerned about his physical condition. However, with so many people around, it was difficult to investigate the cause in front of everyone.

More importantly, Syndra’s spell range was immense. She could easily output damage within a thousand-yard radius, engaging in skirmishes and positional warfare, utilizing her high damage for sustained pressure that far exceeded everyone’s expectations.

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“Respected Brother Delin, please allow me to address you as such. As one of the nation’s premier high-ranking generals, you have commanded large armies to thwart Japanese aggression multiple times during the War of Resistance, laying the foundation for our ultimate victory. Your contributions are indelible.”

After returning to the city, Mu Jing purchased Tiamat, an item that greatly enhanced wave-clearing ability, before heading back to the lane. He then placed a Control Ward in the river brush to prevent the enemy jungler from ganking again.

In intense pain, Yuan Qiuhua grabbed his elbows and slammed her forehead into his face, causing blood to flow from his nose and mouth.

“Bullshit! If he hadn’t ambushed me from behind, I wouldn’t need his help! No, I challenge you to a duel!” The red-haired man was quite agitated, swinging his giant hammer as he charged.

No matter how much they sacrificed, in the end, there was only a heavy rain to bury all the living.

If she used the Soul-Art Banner to channel demonic energy into him to wake him up, she would expose her true abilities.

Weiyuanzi’s room was warmed by a stove. Upon entering, she huddled near it, watching Weiyuanzi handle palace affairs, and spoke tentatively.

Each spirit within Wang Ling’s body consisted of tens of millions of entities. He could only dispatch a few thousand a day; to cycle through them all would take decades. Therefore, to prevent further spiritual infiltration, this was absolutely necessary.

As for the "power play," Chen Che had plenty of ways to respond. With his background in modern knowledge, he could have handled it more uniquely, but the Bureau of Transmigration was too overbearing. Without sufficient strength to protect himself, he had to be cautious.