30 Steady Progress

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The energy of a golden core at the peak of the Human Immortal Realm entered the lotus throne world, yet it caused not the slightest ripple. While the observation of heaven and earth varies by region, the "Art of Observing People" used to perceive individuals, objects, and living beings is universal.

For the South Korean team, this was nothing short of a humiliation. Cui Yu, who had long boasted of aiming for the gold medal, paid a heavy price for his arrogance. If he really only managed a third-place finish, his career in the esports scene would be completely over.

His methods of tormenting both flesh and soul were enough to make even Peng Lei, who had served in the Military Intelligence Battalion for over a decade, shudder at the mere thought.

The newly emerged giant bear was a Bloodthirsty Violent Bear, far more formidable than a common one. It was a level-23 powerful adversary, with combat capabilities reaching the Heroic level.

Before long, Zhou Yuan found himself back in the original Hunyuan Palace. The mages were gradually dispersing. Because he had been out of this space, despite his brief exchange with the Ancestor of Hunyuan, Zhou Yuan could not accurately gauge how much time had passed.

Blair was indeed a resilient man. After the Dragon Soul Jade was "borrowed" by Wu Yi, he braced himself and entered the Hundred Refinements Forbidden Land to cultivate, desperate to grow stronger.

Ignoring the continued enticements of the Great Nether King's envoy, Wu Zhengxie withdrew his consciousness back into his mind. Looking at the nameless object beneath his soul that still resembled nothing more than a piece of scrap metal, he smiled.

"I told you not to talk. You really are a boring spirit. Just stay with it for a few more days and enjoy yourself properly. Truly, I’m doing this for your own good..." Ye Chu said.

"Nine Nether Phoenix Palm!" Ye Chu shouted, sending a massive black energy palm striking forward. Facing Ye Chu's attack, these people seemed to feel nothing, like fanatical soldiers willing to suffer a thousand losses to inflict even a single wound on the enemy.

"Right! The Two-Headed Demon Dragon is controlled by one magic crystal for both heads, so its magic crystal is most likely at the junction of the two necks!" Athena reminded him from afar.

Just as the man said, she walked forward a few steps and saw a tombstone standing amidst the weeds.

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As he drew his bow and aimed an arrow at Cao Cao, he realized that Cao Cao had already turned to look in his direction.

The crowd swarmed into the courtyard, lighting a dozen lanterns that illuminated the space. Master Chen was dragged into the courtyard by two soldiers, his arms firmly gripped.

He insisted on taking photos, and she did not stop him. Wanxing didn't think much of it; at the time, she only thought that as long as he was happy, it was enough.

The moon was bright and the stars were sparse. There were few pedestrians on the road. The sun had not yet risen; in the breeze-swept night, the scattered stars and the dim moon appeared particularly desolate.

Only then did Lan Wanting realize that while the Red Blood Palace appeared to be a martial arts sect on the surface, it was actually a secret assassin organization established by the Emperor to carry out his dirty work. No wonder it was so wealthy and firmly entrenched in the martial arts world; with the Emperor as its backer, how could it not be formidable?

Tang Hao’s internal martial energy surged, and with a single stride, he arrived before Bai Zhiyuan.

Various attacks descended simultaneously, causing the void to collapse in sheets wherever they passed. The momentum was peerless, shaking heaven and earth.

The Polar Ice Bird clearly stated this was the Snow Demon Array, meaning the three snowmen before them were all constructs of the formation.

Dong Ruyou felt a surge of joy and exchanged a glance with Xiao Ruide; a glimmer of delight appeared in both their eyes.

The point I just realized is this: our stance is neutral, so we should not lean too heavily toward either side—especially humanity.

Jiang Zikang felt that He Changying’s rebuttal was merely "the thief protesting his innocence," but before he could finish two words, He Changying interrupted him rudely.

The two spoke as they walked outward; they had no desire to tie their fates to the Great Zhou Imperial Court.

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"I understand!" At the critical moment, Feng Teng, as Chief Administrator, had no further words or objections.

The fusion of memories was an excruciating process. It wasn't just physical pain; it was accompanied by a severe sense of dissociation. He couldn't tell if he was currently Cao Hao or Cao Ping, leaving him unsure of what attitude to adopt when facing Yingbao.

The news of Chen Mo’s transfer to Tiandu shocked countless people across the country, with thousands of fans waiting at the airport.

The group talked as they walked until they reached the Weiwu Hall, where the Zhou family and Fang Hexi were already waiting.

By the end of the meal, Wu Qing’s manuscript was nearly finished. Cao Ping ordered a few more dishes for the waiter to pack, intending to bring them back to the hospital as a late-night snack for Mother Fang and the others. Wu Qing asked Cao Ping for a ride, but since Cao Ping wasn't returning to Beijing until the next morning, the two parted ways for the time being.

In fact, He Changying thought the thousand or so Japanese Murata-style rifles seized at Dongxian Ridge could also be used for training new recruits.

With modern technology, manufacturing such common trademarks was incredibly easy. Precision electronic machinery yielded results far superior to the hand-embroidery of the current era—nothing but perfection.

The four of them stretched their limbs, then opened their sleepy eyes. Their pupils darted around as they took in the surroundings, familiarizing themselves with the environment.

Zi Yun glared at Song Ting and scolded, "Why don't you close the door when changing clothes? Do you think we don't exist... changing in front of us!" As she spoke, her pretty face flushed red.

Looking at the person lying on the bed with eyes closed, Hua Xu'an’s heart twinged with pain. She had suffered—suffered because of him. Yet, this thorny problem was one she truly had no way of resolving for the moment.