Chapter 27

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Imperial edicts and secret decrees—anything involving these was a grave matter. How could Jiang Shixing not understand the stakes? Naturally, he feigned total ignorance, yet in his heart, he knew there must be an earth-shattering connection, or the Emperor would never have acted this way.
By the bridge, at Chu Fengmian’s feet, the path stretched toward the depths of space, disappearing into an endless void.
However, this was not because the name Gao Yunfei had lost its luster. Even after six years, the name still carried weight. It was simply that his appearance this time was too low-key, and in such chaotic times, he had become a leaf drifting with the current of history, unnoticed by anyone.
"I’m truly fine... but come to think of it, I remember being ambushed last night and losing consciousness. How... how did I end up back in my room?" Shi Yuan asked, his confusion surfacing only after seeing Lin Yingyue stop sobbing.
Now that someone dared to lay a hand on Ye Tianhao right in front of the Divine Eagle King, how could he, one of the ten great Demon Kings of the world, tolerate such a thing?
It was these restrictive formations that had guarded the Purple Mansion Palace all along, making it impossible for any martial artist outside the bloodline of inheritance to even approach it.
Having witnessed the power of the Disaster-End and Chu Fengmian, these martial artists no longer dared to resist. Under Chu Fengmian’s command, they one by one surrendered their crystallization techniques.
She believed Xu Mu was bragging and scoffed at his words, though she did not show it on her face.
At the same time, a roar filled with fanaticism suddenly erupted from the distant void.
Enduring his terror, his fear, and the unbearable pain of his hands being crushed, Wang Tao asked, beads of cold sweat rolling down his forehead.
The nurse who had brought Ye Mu in was now preparing the equipment to draw his blood.
"Alright." Jiang Nian could roughly guess why she was so nervous; since he had hoped for this result anyway, how could he refuse?
Sweets were his greatest passion; he had even founded a dessert station through his own hard work just to satisfy his cravings, though the majority shareholder remained Jiang Nian.

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Ye Mu glared at Song Zhihao but said nothing more; he had no way to explain it to him.
"Old Sri Lanka..." Katagiri, sitting beside Graham, looked toward the sky, seemingly reminded of something.
Wang Qian’s clothes whipped around him from the gale force of the palm strike. He squinted, but there was not a trace of fear on his face.
However, according to Aeolia’s hypothesis, this phenomenon was merely an afterimage caused by particles that hadn't fully completed their random motion within the machine’s storage and transmission systems; it had nothing to do with quantum quantization in quantum physics.
Chen Qiu’s icy words fell as he ground his heel harder into Zhang Zhibo’s right cheek.
The workload had been immense lately. Su Junyang’s nerves, which had been stretched thin, finally relaxed with Jiang Nian’s arrival, and a wave of drowsiness immediately took hold.
Qin Ming scratched his face. The black mark previously corroded by the poison frog had peeled away during the body tempering that followed his breakthrough, restoring his skin to its original state.
"What is this?" Lin Liuyin looked at Li Yiqian with confusion, seemingly failing to grasp his meaning.
"What do you think? Or did you think I asked you here just to treat you to a meal?" He finished with a sly, wicked grin.
Ye Jialan brought a stool and sat beside the newly built doghouse, eyes fixed unblinkingly on the new husky.
Before long, even the scratch mark vanished, leaving the cyan surface smooth, warm, and flawless.
The camp was right before them. At the entrance, which was wide enough for a hundred men, stood a guard post made of wooden planks that looked entirely out of place with the rest of the camp.
"Jian Xi, you’re finally back! You wouldn't answer your phone; I was so worried!" Xiao Mi’er hugged Jian Xi tightly, as if afraid she might vanish.

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The city gate guards were stern and disciplined, yet they couldn't keep their eyes from wandering. Ye Bai didn't linger and walked straight into the city.
The siblings walked into their home one after the other. As soon as they entered, the warm-hearted Mother Tang pulled Tang Momo into a tight embrace.
Regrettably, she overlooked a crucial point: the Warrior class itself possesses many "self-harm" methods, and in moments of necessity, one can perfectly well target one’s own followers.
After purchasing several luxury mansions, Li Jun felt a bit worn out. Running to so many places to view properties was physically exhausting.
Hearing this explanation, not only Zhang Ling, but even Zhou Zixing and Zhang Shoudao understood a great deal more.
The tide of freedom spread rapidly across the seas. No one wanted to live under the thumb of a god who might not even know how much longer they had to live. Especially after learning that Imu intended to use the Ancient Weapon to cleanse the world once more, this sentiment became even more pronounced.
But with Bruno coaching, they felt that avoiding relegation should be no problem, and they might even claw their way into the middle of the table.
On the massive pirate ship, a pirate holding a newspaper came stumbling over.
Sachi lay on the ground, completely unable to move. His heart had been pierced, and he had taken several heavy blows to the head from Teach. It was a miracle he was still alive.
These demon beasts were born in the Land of Demon Spirits and were catalyzed by the fruit of the World Sovereign’s path. However, once Lian Haiping took them into his void space, they became part of everything he commanded. One could say that to Lian Haiping, the void space was what the Land of Demon Spirits was to the World Sovereign Yun Xiaozhi—they were the masters of their respective realms.