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Suffering such heavy damage, the snow ape chieftain grew utterly furious. Its white eyes flared as it opened its mouth, condensing a snow-white energy ball and blasting it straight toward me.

The "Yin-Yang Crown" death squads that appeared at the Hongmen Summit last time were roleplayed by brothers from two organizations.

Chen Langye let out a loud shout, a trace of blood staining the corner of his mouth. Just now, Chen Tianjiao had exerted eighty percent of his strength.

Bolstered by the Banner of the Brave, the combat power of the Moon Burial players surged drastically. They gradually pushed back the battle lines of guilds like the God Clan, Hall of Valor, and Sword of Protection, locking both sides in a fierce and evenly matched struggle.

Tarlin bared his fangs. If he were still to have the tables turned on him by Chen Langye at this point, he might as well just eat dirt, as he would have no face left to return to Sword Bathing Lancelot.

Tang Zhichou asking Yun Miao for help, from the perspective of Yun Miao and Shen Jianxin, was his way of circumventing such a situation—much like how Zig lets Yun Miao help sing operatic style, allowing Yun Miao to also take the stage and sing.

Gao Qiang and Yuan Tianzhong were not in a hurry to kill the men before them. They paused, exchanged a glance, and smiled.

"Rest assured, I won't put you in an embarrassing spot. Can't you trust how I handle things? Do you take me for some good-for-nothing idiot like Huo Tianqi?" Huo Xiuxiu never missed a chance to take a jab at Huo Tianqi.

The BMW was riddled past recognition, its rear full of bullet holes and its windshield shattered to pieces. It looked like it was heading for the junkyard.

The Ice Fairy's words truly caught him off guard; he had never expected the final outcome to be this way. If saving Sister Ice Fairy meant he would genuinely age to decreptitude right then and there, how could he face the spirits, Qinglan, and his clansman in the future?

Brother Erdan broke out in a cold sweat of lingering fear, having narrowly avoided getting his skull cracked open. Raising a hand to touch his forehead, he discovered that the tuft of bangs he usually took such pride in had somehow ended up inside his nostril.

Just think about our Ningshuang's status—centuries ago, she would have been the president-level figure of a vast and mighty nation. How could people not look up to her in awe? But you guys are way too hurtful; couldn't you at least coax me a bit? Damn you all.

Meanwhile, Long Yunfeng and his group had long since safely departed from the sphere of influence of the Phantoms. Without the presence of the Phantom Mirror, the Phantoms could no longer track Long Yunfeng's whereabouts.

"Your name is Piao? You're with Feather Roar?" I asked Xiao Baiwei with a trace of surprise, having recognized her ID when she revived just now, coupled with the black-robed man addressing her similarly. Clearly, the ID was beyond doubt.

"Hehe... Actually, I know what you're thinking. You suspect these funds were left to me by my ancestors, or that I robbed them, right?" said Chen Yidao.

The man swept a resentful glance at his surrounding companions in his heart. Just now, when the male protagonist had charged into the formation, not a single person stepped forward to block him, resulting in the man suffering extreme humiliation by being disgracefully killed right inside his own base camp. For a moment, the killing intent in the eyes behind the man's black robe surged intensely.

Medicinal herbs are divided into nine grades. Grades one to three are of lower quality, and four to six are of middle quality. Of course, herbs above the fourth grade can be considered high-grade, as fourth-grade herbs are quite rare and rightfully earn that designation. However, would it not be somewhat improper to call second-grade herbs high-grade?

Faced with the offensive of the Black Water Mysterious Serpent, the Yellow Bird began to flap its wings frantically. The hurricane generated by the flapping of its three pairs of wings was ten thousand times stronger than a genuine tempest. Following that, the Yellow Bird likewise opened its beak, spewing golden flames forward—flames as thick as a thousand-year-old tree.

"Master, this is Lu Yu, a newly admitted disciple of our Immortal Secluded Grotto Heaven. No doubt you have already seen him just now!" Su Qingshan reported to Kou Zhongqing, who maintained his signature smile, calm and unruffled like a dashing and elegant scholar.

"How should I put this? You could say there is a chance, but it's probably not very realistic!" Liu Xiaoxing said after a few minutes of silence.

"Please sit!" Not long after Liu Xiaoxing had taken his seat, he saw Xia Qianzi arrive, so he stood up like a gentleman and walked over to pull back the sofa chair for her.

She no longer wanted to live in self-deception. Since he lacked the courage to propose a divorce to her, she would simply have to bring it up herself.

"You... you know Lady Yaobiji?" Chu Mengxuan hesitated, stopping mid-sentence, but ultimately asked anyway while lowering her head and quietly following along.

Itachi and Kisame were rather thoroughly thunderstruck by Wuyue's sudden and utterly bizarre remark.

Having received a consenting nod from Xunying, Wuyue no longer lingered. Leaving behind a shadow clone, he flashed back to the Third Hokage, whispered a few more words to him, and then bolted toward the First and Second Hokages, whose bodies had already regenerated.

At this moment, viewed from a distance or high above, one would witness a spectacle so grand it bordered on terrifying.

Upon hearing that it was Yu Province, Nian Liang felt a stir of excitement as he received the envelope, his hands trembling slightly as he unfolded the letter.

He was answered by scattered and sparse murmurs. All in all, those willing to go didn't even add up to three squads of ten.

Sun Cheng waited with concentrated focus, watching as Li Jinyue brandished the Dark Nether Profound Sword, repeating the uncompleted move from earlier—the ultimate technique of the Greedy Wolf Sword Style: Greedy Wolf Swallowing the Moon.

Wu Zhijian knew that for a top-tier major sect, reputation was paramount. Regardless of Chu Zhi's character or who was right and wrong, Xu Shuanglu spitting at Chu Zhi right in front of all the Kunlun disciples had already gravely damaged Kunlun's face.

Rule one: Every battle must end with a victor, and the winner may claim one of the opponent's natal stars. Once all natal stars are stripped away, body and soul shall be utterly destroyed.

However, Ling Tian's mind was agile and flexible. Knowing the formidable power of Tang Feng, he didn't hesitate for a single second; he immediately severed the tentacle that had transformed into his arm and retreated frantically backwards.