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Upon seeing this, Qiu Ming could not help but feel somewhat surprised. This mud-and-wood temple surely could not have opened for very long, yet the pilgrims and believers coming and going through its gates formed an endless stream, almost rubbing shoulders with one another. What kind of deity was enshrined in this temple, and could it truly be so miraculous?

The Seven-Colored Qilin King shook its head slightly, and the rainbow lightning on its horn suddenly scattered, transforming into countless points of light that shot toward the west of the Blood Ridge Valley.

Along with the flight of the players, the square also quieted down. Aside from the silver-white light flickering on the protective barrier, nothing else remained.

Greatly astonished, Qiu Ming quickly helped him up. Upon inquiring, he learned that just yesterday, Bao Long had recklessly taken Dian Wei's flying hallebard head-on, instantly vomiting a continuous stream of blood. After being rescued and brought back to the city, he had been bedridden ever since, as utterly limp and withered as if his backbone had been extracted.

That was the imperial palace, the place where the emperor and the inner court lived and worked. How could it be a place that anyone could casually enter and exit at will? Even for imperial physicians like them, it required specific times and specialized passes to enter and exit, and as for the inner court, without a summons, they could not get in at all.

Zhou Baotai's gaze was filled with astonishment. Originally, he thought that by coming here to make a scene, he would surely face severe punishment, yet Xiao Yi showed no intention of punishing him whatsoever.

"Wretch!" This remark seemed to please the Grand Princess; she gasped for breath a few times, then spoke through clenched teeth.

Black suits and white flowers—it was clearly a funeral procession. How on earth did they end up at the airport? Could some bigwig have died abroad and be arriving on the next flight?

Dong Ze was dressed in worn-out iron armor, wearing a Ming Dynasty iron helmet, and armed with a waist saber. He looked tall and sturdy, possessing a distinct martial bearing.

Zan Yudong, the son of the Taiwan godfather, had a rather good relationship with Chen Ji. After all, that expensive Bugatti was a gift he had given to Chen Ji.

Although Qi Yang did not have much of an appetite, he did not want Ling'er to worry either, so he had no choice but to take the fruit and eat it.

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The Buddhist chants coming from Jinshan Temple lasted for the duration of a stick of incense before abruptly stopping—not fading away, but rather being overwhelmed by a heaven-shaking sound of blade humming.

As the dean of students at Hero High School and the leader of all teachers, Beiming Lei's status was second only to the principal. Usually in charge of school discipline, he occasionally taught mathematics to students. However, since he instructed the graduating class, he did not have too many routine matters.

At this moment, the ten platoons of the Martial Dao Sect were in high spirits, with a killing intent that soared to the heavens. Full of vigor and pride, they marched toward all directions, carrying an overwhelming aura of invincibility. Based solely on this formidable momentum, there were probably very few who dared to contend with them.

Watching Amy and the others still frantically absorbing dark elemental energy, Zhang Xiaofeng wore a grave expression and muttered to himself.

Standing nearby, the Styx River Patriarch—who was always the most slippery when it came to avoiding accountability—hurriedly slipped into the Sea of Blood upon seeing this scene. He gathered all his clansmen into his palace, activated the defensive grand array, and braced himself as if facing a formidable enemy. At this moment, the Styx River Patriarch was cursing the sect leader over and over again.

As he walked, he also came to understand this: it turned out that the spirit beasts deep in the mountains still maintained a relationship of mutual restraint.

Seeing that Pig-Head Tiger actually doubted his words, Zhang Xiaofeng immediately grabbed him by the arm and prepared to walk up the white jade stairs.

He Hao nodded, faking the motion of retrieving a card from his chest. Then, taking advantage of their inattention, he drew his dismemberment hook blade and slashed forward. As the sharp edge swept across the throats of the two men, He Hao grabbed them by the hair and shoved them aside—the blood did not splatter all over him, though a few drops did land on his mask.

In the carriage, Xiaohuan had been pondering the words Yi Yunshi left behind before departing. What did he mean by saying he was already a married man? Could he have taken a fancy to some young lady, or had he already been betrothed?

Of course, he was not participating in the battle; instead, he was entering the mountain forest alongside the "recording personnel." The recording personnel wore different attire and carried no weapons, so they would not be attacked.

After more than twenty years of misrule and tyranny, the inner court must be quite spectacular! Probably—overcrowded to the brim? Would that be a fitting description?

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Wherever this black Qi passed, it made people feel as though the surrounding airflow was involuntarily swept into it, advancing in triumph and growing stronger along the way.

After the doctor finished examining Ye Zi, simple bandages were applied. Throughout the entire process, Xiao Yao remained faithfully by Ye Zi's side.

Before leaving, Chu Yun had broken through in cultivation once, and her speed of cultivation far surpassed that of her junior fellow apprentices. By the time she returned from the Scarlet Flame Mountain, this Chu Yun had already reached the fourth star tier?

Registration, site selection, procurement of office supplies... Lin Yi's entertainment agency was being established in an orderly and understated manner, all to avoid being targeted and obstructed by Pei Yunian.

Newlyweds, Feihu felt extremely happy, and gradually cast the matter of Wang Qian to the back of his mind.

"You... you are not allowed to speak ill of my master!" Baili Qingbao was furious. With a stomp of his foot, he leaped into the air. Before anyone could react, he flashed in front of Du Gu Jiuhe with both fists raised. Shifting his fists, he unleashed an exquisite boxing technique, and a gust of wind instantly rushed toward Du Gu Jiuhe's face.

The stern and bow of the pirate ship were both pulled by steel ropes connected to upright pillars anchored on either side.

"Bastard!!!" Wang Jin kicked the tea table beside him away, too lazy to care about the shattered tea table and the shards of porcelain littering the floor. Like a wounded beast with bloodshot eyes, he paced back and forth restlessly inside the military tent.

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