38 Past Events

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Suddenly, Situ Xuanyin shouted loudly, “Strike!” His right hand shifted into a claw shape, the last two joints of his five fingers snapping sharply inward like a tiger’s claw, aiming straight at Yang Yunhan’s face. This was Situ Xuanyin unleashing the secret move “Tiger Claw Seize” from the “Thirty-Six Heavenly Gang Finger Acupoint Technique,” launching a sudden assault.

Mo Xueyan’s departure did not disrupt the normal operations of the Carefree Sect. Huo Miao returned bearing a large supply of concentration rings.

Wen Xin sat down at the table, which faced a wooden windowed door. Wen Xin too faced the wooden door, which was open, revealing the corridor outside.

The eldest of the Three Poisonous Dragon Strange Guests was Jiang Yucai. A university graduate, he was exceptionally talented, skilled in poetry and couplets, and possessed a dignified and handsome appearance, a man of striking presence.

Xiao arranged to hold the Cold Moon Blade in hand, chanting softly, “Cold moon shines on autumn city, autumn winds sing in spring streams. Though late, the orchid’s fragrance lingers, a solitary night stirs thoughts of rise and fall.” His treasured blade gleamed like a bright moon stretched over a thousand miles, stars twinkling in its shadow as it descended toward Yang Yunhan.

“Good,” Xia Beibei responded promptly, glanced once at the tightly closed door, and then left with Ye Yuxin.

That call was enough to set things in motion; many houses nearby immediately lit their lights, and whistle sounds filled the air without pause.

“I think so too,” Xia Jiangang said, and then suddenly collapsed face down on the table. This was the first time such a thing had happened since he started drinking.

Considering their fatigue, the meeting was adjourned at 6:30, with both sides agreeing to reconvene at nine the next morning.

In fact, their concerns were not unfounded. Li Jiang’s bloodline power was indeed extraordinary. As a Skywalker realm cultivator, he could easily unleash a hundredfold Rising Dragon Punch, something impossible for ordinary physiques.

Just hearing it evoked pity, and combined with a pitiful expression, it only deepened the sense of sympathy.

In a pool of filthy water, he was actually a good policeman. He did not obsess over promotion nor did he abandon his principles under oppressive power.

A harsh, piercing sound once again reached everyone’s ears. All eyes fixed tightly on the slowly opening stone wall. Even the hidden, withered old man’s spirit dared not miss this chance, locking his gaze on the wall.

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Ning Fan knew he had vented his anger, so he did not continue to trouble her. After all, the upper hand had been taken. If Xiao Changfeng bullied her further, Ning Fan didn’t mind, but the security brothers might have a hard time.

Unexpectedly, just as I blocked Zhao Tingwei’s blade, a sharp arrow tore through the air, piercing straight into the leader’s head.

Upon mentioning this, Song Yuyan’s expression suddenly grew serious. His gaze fell on the photo album, and his hands hanging by his sides unconsciously clenched tightly.

When she spoke to me, her tone was calm and composed, without a trace of the sweetness and cuteness she showed in front of Gu Qinzhi.

Only Tang Huaijin could let go, but Mu Qian remained resentful. “Sorry,” he said softly.

Mu Bai glanced back at Lancangzi with a faint look. Seeing his involuntary smile, a few rays of warmth broke through Mu Bai’s heart. Perhaps, besides the warmth he felt at the old fisherman’s home in Shenlong Marsh, he had never truly experienced a sense of home.

At that moment, a strange voice reached Yue Hun’s ears. Upon hearing it, Yue Hun was shocked beyond measure, staring intently at the source of the sound.

His heart was burning with anxiety. He could no longer sit still. Rising, he didn’t even bother to put on his coat and rushed out. He had to go to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. No matter what, he must find Tong Jing now.

“He’s a formidable figure, skilled in commanding troops and winning hearts, and fearless in the face of death!” Ma Ying hesitated briefly, then answered loudly.

Lin Jianlan heard the word “earnest” and immediately recalled the time they fought side by side against those two old men. Their contact was brief, but unforgettable.

For this reason alone, Gongsun Fan was determined to write two characters. But what to write, and how to write them?

With Ying Ruo’s relentless diligence and the unique conditions of Pluto, rising two levels within this period was not an exaggeration.

“Not bad!” Hong Lizun slapped the table excitedly. Everyone felt the entire room shake slightly from the force of his blow, a testament to his tremendous strength.

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Zhang Erhu’s eyes widened in astonishment. Goodness, Fifth Brother had actually become a captain, and a member of the Jinyiwei at that, wielding immense power. His eyes were filled with envy.

Previously, Lin Shu had mastered using internal breath to guide the emission of extremely fine energy rays. This was merely the simplest and weakest method among the many uses of the “Separation Gun.”

“Mr. Ling!” Chu Tian, seeing Ling Xiao still about to refuse, grew anxious and reached out to grab Ling Xiao’s robe.

Without hesitation, Mi Dou suddenly dashed in. The Grim Reaper, two thousand meters away, arrived instantly and struck a palm into the fat layer. The rolling energy wave slammed Mi Dou backward, blood spraying wildly. Supported by the flesh and blood behind, the fat layer only rippled like waves.

With a crashing sound, dozens of assassins knelt down directly. This was not pleading for mercy, but because their legs refused to obey.

In recent years, he had tried to get White Wushuang’s attention, but for some reason, White Wushuang of the Yin-Yang Sect remained secluded within the sect, rumored to be in intense cultivation, unseen by any.

An explosion rang out, instantly tearing apart the rancher’s body. Flesh and blood flew everywhere, splattering the entire room.

Focused entirely on Zhao Ziyun’s situation, Mo Liu was suddenly knocked flying by a punch. The remaining wild kings pounded their chests and roared fiercely. Their already hideous faces turned even more ferocious and bloody, their muscles swelling gradually.

The tenth floor’s floor was covered with blood—thick, dark red and sticky. Several severed arms and limbs lay scattered in the pool of blood, and in the center rested a bloodied head.