You can make decisions for Li Wenzhao.

After all, Ye Chu was a Golden Immortal of the Great Luo, capable of creating such a cultivation mental method that provoked the jealousy of the heavens.

Nisha saw the crimson, flat round stone in her hand suddenly shatter, the red color rapidly fading away! However, a deep red thread directly pierced into Yu Hao's glabella and vanished completely within it.

After all, even in death, he still possessed the power to guide the ninja world, yet he chose not to. He merely watched, letting the ninja world descend into utter chaos and countless descendants of various bloodlines perish, unable to simply stand by and watch his mother's attempt to destroy the world without intervening.

Of course, none of this truly mattered in this world. Whether one harbored ambition or was cold and ruthless, as long as one possessed sufficiently formidable strength, one could live quite comfortably.

Under the gaze of more than sixty pairs of eyes, attempting to snatch a horse and escape was utterly impossible. They would never leave a living horse for him; even if they didn't attack him, they would kill the horse.

It turned out that Yizhou soldiers disguised as Hanzhong troops had long since infiltrated the enemy camp. At that moment, they were divided into three groups, extinguishing fires wherever they saw them and shooting at every light source, plunging the entire enemy camp into total darkness while they shouted and urged each other to flee in the dark.

Ye Qing had not yet poked his head out, but the words had already slipped past his lips, and the moment he said them, he began to regret it.

Having completed all this, the Dafeng Mountain special operations soldiers did not hesitate in the slightest. They immediately raised the Arisaka rifles in their hands, sharply pulled the bolts to chamber the rounds, and fiercely squeezed the triggers.

On the contrary, this time we sent forces to launch a sneak attack on Wudu to sever the enemy's supply lines. If successful, it should be the enemy who panics.

Silently shaking his head, Ye Chu said no more and strode onto the Path of a Hundred Flowers. In just a few steps, he traversed it. Facing the Gate of Ten Thousand Flowers—a name that made all present living beings turn pale at the mere mention—he stepped through it without the slightest hesitation and vanished from the sight of everyone.

"What are you trying to do?!" Seeing Ye Siwei pick up a threatening weapon, the mercenaries instantly grew nervous and raised their guns to point at him, ready to shoot him dead at the slightest sign of hostile intent.

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Soon, Ye Feng watched as Yang Ruoqin's body gradually decomposed, transforming into water molecules suspended in the air. These molecules then resonated with distant water molecules, instantly shifting position and recondensing her true form far away.

Ye Feng stood on ceremony, sitting down cross-legged, accepting the large bowl, and draining it in one gulp.

"It seems I really drank too much." The Meredor man buried his face in his hands with vexation, thinking to himself that starting tomorrow he would listen to his mentor Anselm and never drink this much wine again. If he kept getting dead drunk every night, who knew what he might see next time—murlocs attacking Silvermoon City?

With the exact same amount of force, a single finger pressed down by Li Ling might only leave a print in the ground, whereas Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva could detonate it like a nuclear bomb.

Now that the main army was stationed within the borders of Langye, Tao Qian did not dare to act rashly, but Yan Shao's tens of thousands of troops could not possibly remain here forever. Just as Yan Shao had said, matters in Qingzhou were urgent, and he would likely have to return before long.

Just like the "Shuang'e of Mount Shu" who sneaked into Shaolin Temple eleven years ago, the second brother, Silver Crocodile Hand, was later frightened out of his wits. What on earth had he seen inside Shaolin that drove him mad?

In the world of cultivation, countless people died precisely at this hurdle; if their spiritual sea was not strong enough, they would be steadily consumed and killed by the heavenly wind, thunder, and fire. However, for Ye Feng and Xue'er, such concerns simply did not exist.

"Sika unni? Oh, when I last contacted her, she said she was in San Francisco." Seohyun's heart skipped a beat. Did this have something to do with Sika unni?

Because they saw neither a VIP lounge nor a general hall, nor any guard rails or checkpoints; instead, everyone passed through freely, and airplanes seemed to be of no concern here.

Yun Tu first felt a wave of icy chill, followed by a violent, splitting pain in her sea of spiritual consciousness as if it were exploding with a thunderous roar.

Toward the Eldest Princess, Cang Jiuyao had previously kept her distance. Even when Princess Zhaole was stationed at Jiayun Pass, she had never tried to curry favor, but things were different now.

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The two of them quickly tidied up the items they needed to bring, extinguished the campfire, and set off once again.

Cang Jiuyao was deeply grateful for King Li's repeated assistance, yet she did not know if they would ever meet again. If they did meet again, what kind of situation would that be?

"I'm the security guard here, just coming in to cover a shift for the night," the middle-aged man inside said with a cheerful smile.

Seeing that his cultivation technique was having little effect on Huo Ziyin, Moma could not help but grow extremely irritated.

Zhu Houhuang snatched the ledger and immediately flipped to the last page, discovering that his silver taels had fallen below the mark of one hundred thousand, leaving him with only a little over ninety thousand.

When Huaxi was still little Crescent, Wu Fangfei had frequently visited Chonghua Palace, though Zhongxi rarely consented to see her.

Lifting his hand to brush aside a few tree leaves blocking his vision, the scene of Qian Yeque and Luo Chenxing bickering as they walked toward the river came into the man's view.

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