28 Those who know their destiny possess a soul untainted by dust.

"So, you mean he was still alive the day before yesterday?" Lu Gang finally couldn't hold it back any longer; tears welled up and spilled over, and like his wife, he broke down in sobs.

"I will return for revenge!" Wu Qu withdrew his blade, abandoning any further attack. With those words, he turned and charged toward the staircase behind him.

After a long evolution, the Immortal Soul floating within the spiritual sea finally opened its eyes slowly. Those deep, profound pupils were as mysterious as the starry sky.

Feng Shaoming’s lips curled into a slight, disdainful smirk toward Ling Feng, who was so incensed by the sight that he nearly exploded with rage.

He was lying. Having just been transferred from abroad, he knew nothing about the surroundings. He only said that to steady the other party first.

The assistant could not fathom what kind of treasure could compel their boss, who was always calm, wise, and perfect, to make such a reckless decision.

Human language reached the ears of Lin Feng and his companions. Could the Contaminated Monster Boss actually be human?

The title of Grandmaster only indicates that a person has gained deep insight and high achievement in a particular Great Dao; it does not necessarily mean their combat power surpasses that of other Divine Realm experts. Achievement in the Great Dao is one thing, while actual strength is another.

"Who goes there? Get out here, you coward!" The youth in the purple robe turned around, his eyes scanning the surroundings, trying to flush Feng Shaoming out.

Murong Qiufeng opened his mouth to explain, but Shangguan Ye interrupted him, saying carelessly, "It won't be too late to decide after the Grand Elder has taken a look." With a flick of his ring, two items appeared on the table: the Millennium Purple Gold Armor and the Ninth-Grade Blood Jade Exquisite Lotus.

In the moments before dawn, the light of the rain was still hazy. A line of figures in coir raincoats gradually approached the edge of the jungle. Clearly, this group had not stopped for the entire night, yet their spirits remained remarkably vigorous.

Zhang Tie remarked that this location was excellent—it had a bridge, a road, a village, and a hill. Although the bamboo grove wasn't dense and the trees hadn't fully matured, the variety was good, and those few jujube trees were quite nice.

At this point, the mysterious figure suddenly shuddered, and the ground within a radius of ten zhang sank with a boom. Qiu Xiaochi could not detect where this power originated, but such immense pressure left him drenched in sweat, as if he were facing the wrath of Heaven itself, feeling no larger than an ant.

Yet, one had to admit that Tian Yan’s sense of smell and perception far exceeded that of ordinary people. In particular, his recognition of danger had reached a profound state; before the Dao Tribulation arrived, he had already caught the scent of peril and, without the slightest hesitation, hid inside the Emperor-Slaying Sword. Such speed in fleeing was truly formidable.

At this moment, Heavenly Fire began to sprout from the battle sword, leaking bit by bit from the tip. Although the flames appeared insignificant, wherever they touched, everything turned to ruin. It was terrifying; even a Saint’s soul could be obliterated under the cleansing of these flames.

Guoqing felt distressed upon returning home on National Day. His first thought was of White Youth, the biological brother of his elder brother, White Stutterer. Guoqing knew that if he asked, White Youth would not refuse him.

Jiang Lu watched as Yang Jia-Hua gazed at Qian Qiyue with a smile, his eyes never leaving her, and felt even more dissatisfied.

"Go to hell!" Chai Zhiling made his move. He couldn't let him advance any further. Although he didn't have much confidence left, he was the only one with any fighting strength remaining.

Furthermore, the general election was only three days away. In these three days, wasn't the outcome already decided? Would they really pull off some major maneuver?

Exchanging a glance with Zuo Muyang, Zuo Muyang understood immediately. He followed Wei Yefeng out and got into the car.

The atmosphere in the hall turned awkward. After the Queen Mother finished speaking, the Empress Dowager of the Chen Kingdom only curled her lips in a faint, indifferent smile, appearing as if the matter had nothing to do with her.

They had no idea of Shen Qinghong's true identity, nor did they know he was about to undergo his tribulation; otherwise, they would not have stood by idly.

On the desolate Savasala Plain, the banks of the river formed by the snowmelt were covered in lush pastures and delicate, beautiful flowers. A gentle breeze carried the fragrance of the riverside meadows to the markets on the plain. Even the coarsest Orcs knew to use these beautiful things as tokens of affection.

"Giles, it’s all up to you now. Run west. If you can make it back to France, that would be for the best." But Bo Zhou knew the chances were slim.

When Nanny Liu sent Suxin out, Shen Qingwu had wanted to stop her but couldn't bring herself to say it. It wasn't until Suxin returned and reported the truth that the chopsticks Shen Qingwu had been using to pick up food slipped from her hand and clattered onto the table.

Seeing that there were quite a few patients, Zheng Nan didn't delay. Gao Zhongyi stood up to continue his work, while he and Tang Xinmin chatted on the side, exchanging simple greetings. Since he had beaten up the man's cousin, Tang Rumin, last time, he naturally had to inquire about the other party's condition.

However, as Ye Hua watched "Gorgeous Advance," he felt a sense of familiarity. Had he met her before? How could that be? Before he could figure it out, his attention was diverted by the peculiar atmosphere at the scene. He noticed that the people around him were not focused on "Gorgeous Advance" at all; almost all their gazes were fixed on what was behind her.

The only way was for everyone to run and scatter in all directions. Those who could run would run, and those who couldn't and got killed would just have to accept their bad luck.

If he used a lucky excuse to muddle through this time, the poisoner would only become more unscrupulous next time. Perhaps there is truth to the saying that it is never too late to mend the fence.

This battle had been fought beautifully. They had taken over four thousand prisoners, so it was no wonder the usually composed Commander was so excited. Although the reports from other fronts had not yet been finalized, looking at the results achieved on the Qiaokou battlefield, no one could deny that this was an unprecedented victory.

The disciples of the Heavenly Mystery Palace held their heads with both hands; some cultivators standing nearby were even knocked backward by the shockwaves from the two powerful martial arts techniques.