Chapter 35

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The dark-energy creature instantly broke through successive sound barriers, its claws shrouded in a layer of black light as it reached directly for Li Boyang’s throat.
Fang Ruyun, who had been sobbing bitterly and pleading desperately only moments before, suddenly lunged forward to clutch Shen Mo’s leg.
"Instructor, the formation is ready," Mi Yang said, following behind Mu Yu to remind him.
Seeing that there were far too many people present, Shen Mo couldn’t be bothered to intervene himself and merely looked toward Dean Liu, who had followed them.
Compared to the shirts, dresses, laptop bags, leather shoes, and suits worn by others, Peng Hai appeared exceptionally refined.
The White-Feathered Grey Leg, with its crimson-crowned head, sharp, hook-like beak, and piercing eyes, stared fixedly at White Kiss.
He was launching an attack against Morojia. His silhouette grew increasingly blurred in the torrential rain, yet the tension radiating from him—reminiscent of a wild beast—grew ever more intense.
The Chadao Group was not only the largest import-export trading firm in all of China, but also maintained close ties with numerous high-ranking officials.
At the critical moment when the Tatars' main tribe, the Dayan tribe, sought to annex the Mongolian Right Wing, the Tatars poured out in full force to attack Piantou Pass. Beyond mere plunder, their goal was naturally to achieve strategic results that would ensure the Ming Dynasty lacked the capacity to dispatch troops to the grasslands before their internal conquest was complete.
Shen Mo’s eyes widened at this clawing, yet he dared not retaliate, forced instead to beg for mercy through his expressions directed at Rou Rou.
One must realize that Li Changlin’s livestream currently boasted over three hundred thousand viewers.
Some examinees who had been wavering over whether to quit now clenched their teeth and balled their fists.
Alan smiled inwardly; the fat man was truly something else, capable of making bargaining sound so sincere and heartfelt.
Though spoken softly, every word was a stab to the heart, and suddenly, even Shangguan’s expression turned unsightly.

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But then again, it was impossible for anyone to help with something like a heavenly tribulation; at most, one could offer a few suggestions. Yet, what real use would those suggestions be?
Tuoba Gui burst into laughter upon hearing this, while the brothers Zhangsun Song and Zhangsun Daosheng looked on with utter disdain.
Because of this, seeing the Sect Master of Jue Tian waver, the Clan Master of Zhangsun produced a supreme treasure, instantly fortifying the resolve of the Jue Tian leader once more.
"You man-eating creature, today is the day you die!" Song Ming taunted as he retreated, worried that he might fail to draw the attention of the Masang Ancient Tree, which might otherwise continue to attack the other formation geniuses.
Just as the green hair was about to strike him, Song Ming’s eyes flashed. He threw out a talisman and shifted his body abruptly, sliding dozens of meters to evade the attack, though he deliberately allowed himself to be clipped by the sweeping force of the green hair’s strike.
People came and went from the private room in Huaiyue Tower every day. Aside from Xie Xuan, who wore a bamboo hat to mask his identity whenever he arrived or departed, Wei Jie made no attempt at a disguise.
The riverbed looked much like the Gobi Desert; centuries of wind and sand erosion had brought in fine, powder-like dust that, over time, had congealed into solid chunks. The entire riverbed was as flat as a plain, the ground smooth as a mirror.
If he could master the Flicking Finger Skill and the Falling Blossom Sword Palm, Zhao Ze could attempt missions he had previously dared not accept.
"Enough, you keep cursing; I’m heading back to report." Wang Chong patted Jia Zhengjing on the shoulder, then executed a rolling maneuver and crawled back the way he came.
The Akatsuki organization that he, Nagato, and his beloved Yahiko had once created was deviating from its original path, and drifting further away with each passing day.
"What are you doing? Trying to turn this place into a giant refrigerator?" Captain Cold said coldly, his mind racing to deduce the opponent’s objective.
What was on the battlefield? Corpses... And how did those corpses die? Killed... killed by weapons. If this battlefield held many buried dead, perhaps weapons were buried in the blood as well?
Although these trainee members were subject to various permissions and restrictions, with their basic actions controlled by their bio-armor—essentially making them puppets encased in intelligent shells—one could also view this as an opportunity to broaden their horizons and learn.
He tried to rush out again, but Dick grabbed him, refusing to let him leave.

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"That’s enough!" Yang Yue reached out, unbuttoned her clothes, lifted her head to pull off her coat, and paused briefly at her waistband. After a moment’s thought, he briskly and efficiently stripped off the rest of Su Muchen’s outer garments, pulled the quilt over her, and was finished.
Relying on this compass, Chu Tian had tracked a demon all the way to this Chifeng Kingdom.
The bone dragon landed heavily, smashing a massive, elongated crater into the ground that left the surrounding area scarred with terrifying fissures. A violent blast of wind swept outward, flattening everything in its path with spectacular force.
The snake seemed unaware that Fanyu had discovered it, slowly slithering toward him as if it didn't care at all.
Just as the two were about to collide, the black dragon suddenly swerved to dodge the hooves of the Chi-wen, lunged to bite the creature’s neck, and used a pair of giant, hook-like claws under its belly to grip the Chi-wen’s spine.
Tan Luo glanced at the red robe in her hand, nodded with a smile, and walked behind the screen to change. To complement the low-cut collar, she carefully styled her hair into a phoenix-cloud bun.
In the distance, the landscape was littered with broken swords and shattered blades. These sunken halberds and buried sands told the stories of the past. The air was thick with a crimson blood mist, cloying and unsettling.
Long Aolang nodded once more, then turned away. With a light wave of his sleeve, a red glow emanated from the Blood-Thirsting Demon Dragon Spear, lifting him into the air. With a shrill whistle, he flew toward the Central Plains in the east.
At this moment, Fanyu gritted his teeth, a glimmer of light flickering deep within his eyes.
With soft jade held in his arms, yet burning as hot as fire, a sudden heat rose in Long Aolang’s heart—like a spark in a dry field, it flared and instantly scorched his very core.