Chapter 34

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It was a little past 5:00 PM. Chen Jing and You Jian were strolling home together. Although it was nearing dusk, the midsummer sun was still blindingly bright.
At the very moment Hu Bayi turned and fled, the leader pointed toward the direction of his escape and shouted at the top of his lungs.
Lu Shuangyang pushed the door open softly... but the moment he stepped into the room, his relaxed nerves suddenly tightened once more.
In truth, both Xue Jinran and I are at the Celestial realm; he should not have been so pathetic, but during the battle at Xuanyuan, his trusty Ice Spirit Sword was incinerated by the Dragon King’s flames.
Pure soul fluctuations surged into Yan Xi’s body, instantly invading her soul and racing toward the deepest, darkest recesses within. There, a shadow lay in wait, bathing in the hatred of Yan Xi, thriving like a fish in water. Yet, in this moment, it sensed a threat—a fatal threat.
Ever since the incident in Japan, Zhang Yue had cleared her inner demons and begun her path of slaughter; such a fighting style had not appeared since, until today.
Qin Haotian felt as if his heart were being sliced by knives, but with the formidable Liu Tuo standing right there, he was forced to feign a smile.
Ni Tianhe fled in utter disarray. Hearing the war cries of Liu Tuo behind him, his heart burned with rage and resentment. With a sudden "pfft," he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Although Lin Yin’s performance this time was truly distressing, Lu Shuangyang still harbored suspicions that it might be another one of her acting tricks to extort spiritual items from him.
You Jian lay on the ground, laughing boisterously. Gai felt somewhat uneasy at this highly abnormal behavior.
Because the entire game segment involved "Bell-Ringers," being tagged by one three times meant immediate elimination. All the guests were incredibly nervous, scurrying about in panic, except for Su Wen, who remained indifferent, aimless, and slow-paced throughout the entire process.
High above, a young man in white stood with his hands behind his back atop the head of a dragon that circled proudly and danced in the air. His robes fluttered in the wind, his black hair flew, and he looked like a god.
The pirates of the Silver Sword Pirate Crew, having been driven out of the New World, had long lost their ferocity and had been living in a drunken stupor ever since.

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He had urged the warship to pick up speed the entire way, barely managing to catch the tail end of the battle. By this time, the fight between Whitebeard and Kaido had already been raging for over two days. A massive, medium-sized island had been torn asunder, with waves surging to the heavens.
An unprecedented sound of clashing metal exploded across the field, like thousands of blades cutting into iron sheeting simultaneously. Sparks flew, and the piercing noise made it feel as though everyone’s eardrums were about to shatter.
Prince of Southern Pacification Yang Ying never imagined that these two buffoons would use such despicable tactics. Even more baffling, when he cursed them for being despicable, the two actually thanked him in unison. What was going on? The style was completely different.
Unsure of what was wrong with Zhang Zhen, these people stood up tentatively and followed behind him, looking nervous and uneasy.
Zhao Kuangyin was well aware of their current predicament and was desperately trying to think of a way out. But what solution could there be to escape now? Hanzhong was someone else’s territory. Naturally, their first thought was an inn, but even if they left the inn, walking down the street would only make them easier to find.
It required not only strength to pin down the wounded, but the scene was also extremely bloody and cruel. Yet there was no choice; it had to be done, otherwise, losing one's life over a leg would truly not be worth it.
This matter also indirectly demonstrated the value of Daoist Wuyazi. Even without his brilliant mind, he was a rare talent. Even if his martial arts could not surpass his master, Xiaoyaozi, even just approaching that level would make him a supreme master.
This city was still relatively close to the coast, but the shoreline remained undeveloped, filled with rocky ruins everywhere.
This villa had originally been purchased by a wealthy family for their own residence, but due to an unexpected trip abroad, the finely decorated villa was left unused.
"That is hard to say." Zhenxin Tianchong frowned in thought for a while, then shook his head slightly: "The strategy of the Qin family head is certainly sound, but there may be variables." As to how significant these variables were, Zhenxin Tianchong did not say.
Li Fei, by contrast, looked relatively grave. Such terrible weather would not significantly impact the soldiers’ resolve, but even if their bodies were forged of steel, they were still susceptible to ailments under such harsh conditions.
Bu Feifan felt a vague sense that the forgotten knowledge brought over from his previous life might allow him to uncover the ultimate mystery of this world and reveal the truth hidden beneath the iceberg.
Previously, this group of men had remained silent, and the two did not know where Teng Chong was heading. Looking at the direction, it seemed to be the Deng Manor, but they could not be certain. Now, though, it was clear: while Teng Chong had changed his path halfway, his destination was now explicitly stated.

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Xia Miaoyan was still immersed in shock; the scenes of what had happened downstairs just moments ago were still replaying in her mind.
No, it was not the version of her she knew now; it was the version she knew in the past. It was the version of... Murong You, that is, the one from a thousand years ago.
In an instant, the eyes of everyone at the Summit War were drawn to Luffy, whether they were Marines or pirates. All of them gazed up toward the sky.
"What? This is impossible. How could there be so many bandits? Could it be that you have fallen for the bandits' bluff?" Huang Yizhi was somewhat incredulous. Could his own judgment have been wrong? Was this force of bandits really prepared?
Unexpectedly, in this summer without a World Cup or European Championship, European football remained incredibly lively.
At this moment, Zhong Yi had gathered these people here once again, and the implication behind his words was self-evident.
"Yes. I can." Zhong Yi looked at Zhang Yue with resolute eyes, imbuing her with infinite strength. In an instant, Zhang Yue stopped crying, and even the excruciating pain she had felt just moments before suddenly vanished. Her eyes were filled with an unknown, newfound resilience.
The giant gourd emitted a heavy, sulfurous smoke; its source was actually the skeleton of an ancient giant... yet its power was truly immense, wrapping tightly around the man from bottom to top.
In the eyes of Europeans, the Chinese team was indeed still playing football from the seventies and eighties of the last century.
She would not grant a blessing to an ant, but she could transfer the destiny of Sun Rumei’s tenth generation of descendants to Song Ankang.