28 I have an idea.

Though her encounter with this man was merely a fleeting one, after several days of interaction, Meng Wushuang felt he was not as despicable as the rumors suggested. Indeed, there was no trace of spiritual energy about him, yet his manner of speech and conduct carried an air of carefree ease. If that were the case, how could he have resorted to cheating in the sect’s grand competition?

It is said that the appearance reflects the heart; a person’s outward demeanor mirrors their inner nature. After this period of quiet, the murderous and brutal aura that once clung to him had long since diminished.

Since the arrival of these two, everyone in the Emerald Bamboo Sect seemed invigorated, as if injected with adrenaline, training with greater diligence than ever.

In the next round of offense, Luo Long was assigned to the outer line according to Hotman’s arrangement, while Bilups took on the role of defending against him.

Within the city lord’s mansion, besides the numerous servants and soldiers, were his own family—his several wives and sons all present. If he planned to flee, he surely could not have taken so many with him.

Yes, she had been so blinded by money that she lost herself, completely forgetting that she too needed to cultivate survival skills and master a craft.

No sooner had Chu Ming finished speaking than several extraordinarily powerful auras rapidly approached; in the blink of an eye, several elders and Bingbing had arrived nearby.

Thus, Liu Wei began teaching the first layer of sword intent space. Before long, the group had spent three or four full days in the training ground, with most already able to construct the initial layer of sword intent space.

At this moment, it was best not to appear; better to leave oneself a way out by pretending ignorance.

“The son of the King of Kaiping has gone north with the Kaiping royal forces. As for my old father-in-law’s health… it’s barely holding on. I doubt he can lead troops to battle again,” Zhu Biao replied truthfully.

He was utterly intoxicated, sprawled beneath the roots of the mesmer grass, his cheeks flushed as if from excessive drinking. A faint smile lingered at the corners of his mouth, an expression of utmost satisfaction.

For now, they would be wise to proceed cautiously and steadily, using stillness to counter motion. Unlike the Underworld warriors, they were not impatient. Having secured these territories, they were content. As long as they consolidated their current holdings, that would suffice; the Underworld was vast.

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At the critical moment, the silver-winged Pegasus suddenly folded its wings and plummeted downward. Hotman, lying atop the creature, narrowly evaded the arrow’s deadly strike.

Song Mo nodded; naturally, the mastermind remained hidden somewhere unknown. He hoped to keep the matter secret, to avoid alarming others, thus buying more time to act.

Just as Sarutobi, risking a harsh kick from Orochimaru, used an explosive talisman to obliterate the bodies of the First and Second Generations.

“...” Staring at the spiderweb crack spanning a sixty-centimeter floor tile, Mo Feng was dumbfounded, unable to recover for a long while.

Yet still, one could be killed outright by a far mightier enemy, overwhelmed by terrifying power many times stronger.

In the corridor, Mo Xiuchen’s tall figure leaned against the railing, a half-burnt cigarette held between his slender right hand’s index and middle fingers.

Now, the most urgent matter was to upgrade the supercomputer and safely evacuate with Qin Qi and Qin Muhan from the capital.

K-88, once thought to be a fellow robot who might understand him, suddenly let out a fierce roar.

The Dynasty was managed by Li Lixue’s younger brother, while Ivy League was personally overseen by Li Guohua. The strengths and weaknesses were clear. Dynasty’s ability to maintain its position, though slightly inferior, left Nie Zhenbang quite satisfied.

The chaotic hall fell silent instantly, but only for a few seconds before disorder resumed.

No one dared to approach Prince Jin closely—not even General Ding, nor the capital’s princes and princesses. Few had the courage to petition him, let alone eliminate him in secret. Moreover, the courier station housed the general’s rival, the County Lady Fu Guo, and the magistrate was certain that General Ding would not dare to show up.

Following the murmurs, everyone gazed toward the rolling sea, where scattered remnants of warships drifted. Beside the debris floated a Japanese military flag, likely the spoils of last night’s Yellow Sea fleet battle.

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“Oh, no need to worry about Commander Tang; we have our own methods,” Feng Yuxiang said.

The footsteps halted at the bathroom door, followed by a cold voice.

Nie Zhenbang listened to Yao Dingguo’s slogan-like words with little expression. Within the system, slogans were never lacking. Many spoke one way but acted another. Nie Zhenbang was well aware of this.

Wang Zhenyu glanced at Shi Liangcai’s retreating figure and thought, “What an impolite, stubborn man—and older than me, to boot.”

Just as they entered Longxu River, a thunderous roar suddenly erupted from the direction of Dragon Emperor City. The earth-shattering dragon cry caused the river’s waters to tremble violently. Yang Wang lifted his head beneath the water and faintly saw a colossal divine dragon circling above the city.

Fearing the hotel rooms would be fully booked, he called out to Nan Yu and hurriedly took the elevator up to reserve a room.

This energy was so potent that even Jun Fuyao sensed herself; if engulfed, her body would be torn apart.

The appearance of Qin Yushu in high school diverted Nan Yu’s attention, who had originally been keeping close to her.

She had thought that becoming an imperial consort would improve her life, but palace life was even worse than before. The palace was rife with scheming and undermining. Her master lacked both connections and wealth and had not yet earned the emperor’s favor, so her basic needs were constantly neglected by the palace staff.