Chapter 32: Three Ji Hans Cannot Compare to One Su Zhihan

The five colors on the Five Elements disc are not merely liquids tinged with color; each clearly represents a power of one of the five elements. These elemental forces interact within the disc, generating a delicate balance of mutual generation and restriction. Once this balance is disrupted, an eruption ensues.

I understand that Xiao Xuanming is now at a point where he must risk everything to survive. His current strength is insufficient; only the inheritance of the Demon God can enable his resurgence. He has no choice but to take this gamble.

Master Qihao, who had been preparing to close the door and dismiss Gao Ang with a few words, froze in place upon hearing him speak.

Chen Xiyuan’s eyes widened in disbelief. What kind of words were those? He opened his mouth, recalling Ye Chu’s warning, but dared not utter a single sound.

In the opening two minutes of the match, the lack of a point difference was naturally due to the defense.

Standing felt awkward, crouching seemed indecent; the two fearsome figures of the Bull-Headed and Horse-Faced demons stepped back slightly and sat on the stone steps outside the pavilion.

Five hundred billion seemed like an enormous sum, but for an artificial island, this price was far from sufficient.

Beside him, Jiang Wan was the same. Soon after, she closed her lips tightly, her silver teeth biting her red lips. Her eyelids drooped, yet her eyelashes trembled uncontrollably.

These two were the most rebellious children in their families, utterly defiant of traditional norms, forever proclaiming that “the Chinese people have risen.”

Guan Ming was powerless; all he could do was vigorously develop technology to rapidly advance the nation’s scientific prowess, aiming to strip the United States of its position as the world’s foremost power.

Old Master Qin looked panicked. “Let me hold down the master’s wound; I’ll fetch bandages and hemostatic medicine.”

“Order the priests on both flanks to swiftly retreat to the central city wall! Abandon the walls on both sides!” Andrew ground his teeth in fury. It was all caused by that ominous blood mist—without it, how could Xuanyuan Beidou have dared openly ride upon his own head?

Zhao Shen ignored the conciliatory faction’s advice but could not disregard the hawkish faction. Yet even among the hawks, opinions were divided.

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The moonlight streamed in softly, casting a hazy glow throughout the room, infusing the air with an intimate atmosphere—a testament to the love shared between Ye Fei and Fenghuang.

“Standing tall seems quite imposing. If nothing happens, I’ll go find that guy. Anyway, I’ll get paid directly then. You just wait for good news,” Xu Feng told Gong Ge.

As the corpse’s head shattered, black mist emerged, and the body slammed to the ground with a thud. Yet no sinister spirit departed from it.

Though the old crone’s strength was rapidly waning, her attack power diminishing, and her spiritual energy nearing its limit, she still had to protect the old cat.

Xue Nian involuntarily followed his footsteps. From start to finish, Long Sihan only saw Xue Nian. Su Rou, beside her, was pitifully neglected by Long Sihan’s gaze.

The elders heard this and agreed to proceed—but to the mountain directly. The barren foothills offered no shade. Seeing the group’s resolve, Hong Tiankui did not object, and together they flew toward the destination.

“Ji Tian!” As Ji Tian self-destructed, devouring the Primordial Ghost King, the scattered fine needles in the sky gradually vanished. Beidou had narrowly escaped death for the time being.

I saw greed flash in the eyes of the two guards. They picked up the gold coins slowly, as if reluctant to return them to me. Heh, the financial tactic seems to be working.

Xu Li lay peacefully asleep, looking frail. Her cheekbones were slightly sunken, her complexion pale, her hair tinged yellowish, and the center of her forehead darkened—black as if stained by years of soot from a rural cooking pot.

Trapped in a fiery prison, surrounded by boundless flames, the view was monotonous. Though the fire blazed brilliantly, prolonged exposure here would weary anyone.

Ye Han’s body retreated rapidly, pushing his speed to the limit, employing every technique he had to evade the attacks of the sovereigns.

The giant beast’s wounds healed continuously, gradually restoring its vitality. It was no longer utterly exhausted, slowly regaining strength.

Hence, Leng Qianqian was somewhat surprised as she glanced down at the courtyard below—this was her first home since crossing over.

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Under the watchful eyes of the city guards, Guo Liuxi and Lan Shanyu exited the city without any passes.

Frowning slightly, Chu Jiuchen looked coldly at the maid without speaking, his meaning unmistakably clear: they could leave now.

Perhaps it was Uncle Yi’s action that deeply provoked the corpse; it suddenly struggled violently, pushing Yi Uncle aside.

The two rode the clouds toward the Heavenly Palace. Feng Xi wore a simple white robe that made his face appear pale as snow. A pang of pain struck his heart as he recalled Zhao Di from the mortal world, dressed in a hundred-butterfly flowing fairy skirt—like a forest sprite, delicate and lively. He then used his immortal magic to transform her garments.

“Seven hundred Moon Crystal Cakes! This industry is really lucrative. By the way, you took over three hundred of my Moon Crystal Cakes—what did you do with them?” asked Xiang Long.

“Very beautiful, very fitting for you,” Huo Xuetong said, her voice slightly hoarse but with a magnetic depth.

The bald man with the scar scrutinized the new gambler. In this place, one must always stay vigilant.

“Say no more. I will decide on this matter myself,” the shark demon prepared to speak again but was stopped by the old tortoise.

It was already late at night; the alley was eerily quiet. Feng Xi wanted to slip inside quietly when suddenly a familiar figure emerged from beneath the old locust tree.

Back in the dormitory, others were still awake. Peng Sizhe thought for a moment, then took his phone to a secluded spot to call Luo Jingyan. He wanted her to persuade her brother. At that moment, Luo Jingyan was heartbroken; hearing Peng Sizhe’s voice, tears streamed uncontrollably. Peng Sizhe comforted her for a long time before she calmed down.

After Liu Shengqiang finished speaking, he approached the police at station 110, identified himself, and waited with them for the firefighters to extinguish the small residual flames before investigating the explosion site together.