Chapter 33

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Of course, Li remains of the opinion that we should not engage in warfare on multiple fronts at this time, though he acknowledges that our Huaxia Empire is brimming with talent and could likely emerge victorious even if we were to do so.

"Boss, I did warn you about this a long time ago. I just didn't spell it out for you," the system remarked nonchalantly upon receiving Leng Yan’s mental message.

As soon as Yang Yan arrived in Flower City, Mo Chengxian naturally had to make himself scarce; otherwise, how could he avoid a confrontation with her?

The people around them all assumed, without exception, that Gallien was a count from Paris, with some even speculating based on his refined demeanor that his family had deep, inextricable ties to the House of Bourbon.

Some time ago, when Chen Ming’s family was busy with the harvest, many children volunteered to help gather the grain. Once the crops were in, he patiently taught those children the techniques of table tennis.

"Then I shall be going!" Having received his orders from Xun You, Xia Hou Dun wasted no more time. He bowed to the group and turned to leave Yu Jin’s tent.

They were stunned that Gao Yangyajun could articulate such a point with such logic, and even more perplexed by her knowledge of the "New World."

But why does no one seem to care about cities left in ruins? In the next episode, the heroes are back to fighting new enemies in pristine cities, trapped in a repetitive cycle of destruction.

After a brief standoff, Marx stepped back with a gesture of disdain, like a victor granting them passage.

His body spun rapidly like a top; amidst a flurry of collisions and the sound of breaking bones, he forcibly cleared a space nearly two meters in radius.

Yaohua disembarked and headed toward the Demon Palace. Only then did the denizens of the palace catch sight of him, and they hurriedly bowed in respect.

Jiang Qinghua sat dazed before her vanity, staring at her blurred reflection in the bronze mirror. Her eyes were vacant, and she was unsure what she was thinking—or perhaps she wasn't thinking of anything at all.

Leaning down, she pressed his acupoints to induce unconsciousness, then withdrew a silver case from her sleeve. Inside lay a dozen golden needles arranged neatly. She gazed down at Feng Yeyan, whose face was etched with pain, and felt a slight tremor in her heart. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she placed her hand on his wrist to check his pulse.

In an instant, a series of frantic, thunderous impacts erupted, sending shockwaves outward. Among those nearby, several individuals with weaker cultivation were directly struck by the blast and killed on the spot.

It wasn't just them; He Er and He Si, who had just stepped through the door, were so startled by the sound that they nearly collided with the doorframe.

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Ling Yun knew the extent of Xiao Cheng’s power, so without a moment’s hesitation, he fell to his knees before him, tears streaming uncontrollably down his face.

Hearing Lele’s words, Jiang Lijun felt as if his heart had been pierced by a blade. He knew that the deception he maintained now would require a lifetime of lies to sustain.

He could no longer dwell on such things; he only hoped he could continue on this path of love.

"What am I to do with you? When you are cold to me, you are like ice, yet when you are warm, you burn hotter than fire. I have not appeared for so long, and I am sure many are curious about my state. If I use this banquet to make an appearance, it will surely stir various thoughts in many minds..." Bai Yuzhu insisted stubbornly on holding the banquet.

Guan Chuqi looked at Jiang Lijun, the depth of her affection evident in her eyes as she spoke.

Watching the endless swarm of blood-sucking bats, Liyue curled her lips and grabbed another bottle, sprinkling its contents onto the silken threads.

"I have to go back." As his comrades departed, Wu Di turned his head, gazing at Ding Jiuling with a grave expression, his tone heavy with lingering reluctance.

No wonder the Emperor had been so half-hearted in investigating my poisoning—he never found a culprit before I left the palace because he feared implicating the Empress Dowager. It is also no surprise that the final list of Hua Feiwen’s crimes did not include the attempt on my life.

However, Joseph’s words at this moment carried no weight; none of his subordinates were willing to engage in a bloody conflict with the Leader’s faction.

As for this Yang Jia, he had pursued her directly for a time, only to be eventually chased away.

In this life, both of them were born men, and it was fated that they would break their promises once more. Qin Zheng sighed bitterly, not daring to delve deeper into whether there was an even more profound causality at play.

No, I cannot trust his words, and I certainly cannot let myself fall. If I fall, I will be imprisoned in this deep palace for the rest of my life, never to leave again.

Leaning against a tree trunk, her eyes remained fixed on the culprit not far away. She did not speak, simply watching the remnants of the defeated army in silence. Her thoughts were unreadable, but her posture was a far cry from the arrogance she had displayed moments before.

Wu Lei narrowed his eyes. Had he not come here, he never would have known that Wu Lei harbored so many secrets.

Battles in the Divine Realm were unlike the large-scale sieges of the Demon tribe; they were mostly chaotic skirmishes, or instances where one side would seize a temple to use as a stronghold from which to engage opposing factions.

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Could Su Wei not understand this logic? Of course he did, but he also knew that time was running out for Zaozi-ge. With only two years left before retirement, he would soon lose the chance to prove himself through his actions.

The visit to the Prince of Liang’s estate had both fostered goodwill and settled the matter of the fifth branch’s Cai Chengchuan, leaving Xie Fuya in high spirits as she returned to the Prince Consort’s manor.

Staring at the message on the communication talisman, Lü Tianming was astonished. When he saw the mention of "Meteor Tears Gold," even his artifact spirit was stirred.

Sure enough, they hadn't gone far before a young man in fine robes approached, his target clear: Liu Xi'er and Jiang Ningzhu.

For the sake of her nation, Yu Qingling could take up arms, but these commoners of the Feather Clan were innocent, and she could not bring herself to turn blades against them.

"My Lord." Zhao Po drew out the syllables, his tone dripping with sarcasm, causing Yun He, who was hunched over the table watching two ants fight, to frown.

"Seeing you young people care for one another warms my heart, haha!" Chen Limu said to them both with a look of paternal affection.

"Hmph!" Mu Ye snorted softly. A powerful aura of the late stage of the Essence Creation Realm radiated from him, pointedly directed at those few warriors in the early stage of the same realm. Clearly, he had overheard their remarks and was displeased.

If these words were to spread from mouth to mouth and become distorted, it would be detrimental to Lin Lang.

At this moment, his entire body glowed, a surge of vast energy coursing within him. Lü Tianming could feel the bottleneck of his cultivation loosening—this astonishing progress was deeply linked to the "ringing of bones and tendons" he had recently achieved.

"It is indeed Ghost Charm Grass, but having been planted in contaminated soil for years, it has developed some issues," Lin Tian said with a calm tone.

"Hmph, compared to the Machine Race, there is an even more pressing threat you must face." At that moment, a voice suddenly rang out, shattering the group’s melancholy thoughts.