40 Jinjiang Literature City 40

Just as the Lakers were hesitating, the Kings were the first to announce their withdrawal from the race for Huang Yu. The Kings' general manager bluntly criticized the Lakers for being too ruthless and demanding too much, claiming that a single FMVP was not worth giving up their first-round draft picks for the next two years along with this year's fifth overall pick.

Everyone held their breath beneath this dazzling radiance, staring intently at the gate of light. Such a phenomenon signified that yet another supreme powerhouse had shattered the ninth-tier space.

Through the data sent back, the recorded battles and violent urban alley warfare were so riveting to the Chimera clan that they wished they could be right there on the battlefield.

The soldiers prepared to extinguish the flames, but the sea of fire morphed once more, spiraling slowly into the sky, dyeing the clouds of the night red and casting an apocalyptic glow.

After a while, Xue Cai gradually began to feel fatigued. In contrast, the one-eyed monster remained entirely unaffected, continuing to rain down blow after blow with tree trunks as if it were nothing.

Though the settlement had been established for only a year, its military discipline was exceptionally strict, and everyone unfailingly obeyed all arrangements.

The crowd gathered methodically at the banquet entrance and then proceeded to the spacecraft. Once seated aboard, they returned to the divine residence in less than a minute.

"How could a heavyweight figure not have ambitions?" Stardust smiled, making no attempt to conceal his intentions.

Within his sea of consciousness, something profound and mysterious suddenly emerged—resembling the shifting of eras, the passage of time, and the eternity of time itself.

No matter what the steward said, Yu Liu remained completely unresponsive. In his heart, he thought of Feng Yao, wondering if she would be deeply disappointed in him should she ever find out.

No matter what, Hu Xuemei was left speechless, having no idea how to respond to Chen Huan's remarks. She had no way of telling whether what Chen Huan said was true or false.

Having not seen the Empress for some time, she appeared completely restored to health, a stark contrast to her previous emaciated and terminally ill state. Not only was her complexion rosy and full, but her hair had also regained a lustrous sheen. As for her vitality, it went without saying; the sharp glint in her eyes carried an almost overwhelming, commanding presence.

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Having successfully integrated the Green Lotus Rebirth Flame, Long Tian was in no rush to immediately control its fusion with the Earth Core Soul-Tempering Fire. He understood that this step was a crucial part of the Eight Desolations Fierce Beast Art, as well as his very first flame fusion, and required thorough and meticulous preparation.

As the first man rushed forward, Chen Huan reached out, grabbed his arm, and struck him firmly with an elbow.

"It's a settlement, then... How about today? Do you have time tonight?" As he spoke, Lin Bohua took out his phone, eager to arrange a dinner gathering right away.

Shen An held the Yun family's conduct in utter contempt and had once tried to advise Shen Xuan, but how could Shen Xuan ever listen? Seeing the current situation, he could only sigh inwardly.

"As long as Grandfather enjoys it, I will cook for you every day from now on," Yun Ni said with a smile upon hearing Elder Dong express his fondness for the food.

However, that was all in the past. The husband she married wasn't bad either; while slightly inferior to Lu Zhiyuan, he was still one in a million. Bai Ling was quite content with her life, yet seeing Lu Zhiyuan walking arm-in-arm with Xu Feifei in such an intimate manner today still stirred a hint of jealousy within her.

"Director Guo, just now, Senior Expert Sun looked at Brother Huan with a rather strange gaze. What did that mean?" Zhou Laosan, oblivious to the grievances involved, pressed on with his questions.

"You..." Gongsun Jian's face turned livid instantly. How could he not understand Tu Ming's intent? The man was trying to shake him down yet again.

He still wanted to test whether he could breach the wall above his head, so he unleashed a full-strength palm strike, which failed to break it. Next, his immortal fetus left his body and spewed out the Pure Yang Purple Fire; rather than melting the earthen wall, it nearly roasted Shang Jun alive. Hurriedly returning to his body, he fell into a momentary gloom.

Upon absorbing these energies, Chen Xiao's aura immediately began to surge, while wave after wave of insights blossomed within him.

Ever since the ancient tree shattered, this place probably ceased to be the world they thought they knew.

The identity of the carriage's owner was far from ordinary: Hai Yuanyou, the lord of Sea-Guard City. His ancestors had rendered distinguished service in assisting the founding emperor, earning immense military renown. He was appointed as the lord of Sea-Guard City by the Grand Progenitor and further bestowed as the sole peerless prince of a different surname, titled the Prince of Pacifying the Sea to signify the stabilization of the maritime frontiers. Both titles were hereditary and exempt from demotion, bestowing an unmatched and blinding glory.

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When Xiao Zhan reached that point, the man hesitated for a moment, withdrew his hand, sat down, and said no more.

At present, the dead profound energy within Qing Yan's body had completely overwhelmed the living profound energy. Yan Yuncheng knew this meant Qing Yan no longer possessed any desire to live; his heart had already died.

Xie Gongbao had finished an entire jar of "Intestinal-Breaking Brew," and the alcohol was now rising to his head, making him feel somewhat dizzy. He poured a cup of tea to sober up, but the moment he took a sip, a menacing Daoist nun sneaked in through the window.

After all, the events of the previous night were largely driven by the surge of emotions and diminished rationality brought on by alcohol. Now that the alcohol had faded and rationality had returned, Lu Yan naturally needed to find a way to properly handle their relationship.

The noodle stall owner had an unusually loud voice. While shouting out his wares, he grabbed the dough he had kneaded, placed it before him, and rolled it thin with a wooden pin. Without folding it many times, he took the kitchen knife—which he had just used to slice raw meat—and began cutting it stroke by stroke into strips of uneven thickness.

The Great Yan dynasty also had its own historical allusions of snow falling in June, so everyone present easily understood Zhou Zhe's sarcasm. Whether it was due to some inherent trait encoded in the Fan family's DNA, only Fan Mengmeng remained completely oblivious, asking innocently.

Chen Si and the other man were struck dumb, utterly bewildered. Before they could react to what was happening, they saw those burly men charging toward them brandishing clubs.

Jiaozi abruptly leaped back two steps to widen the distance, tossing his long braid aside with supreme flair. Just as he prepared to take another step back, a sharp, piercing pain struck the very tip of his hair. Looking closely, he saw a dagger driven straight through his braid, pinning it firmly into the wooden post.

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