Volume 1, Chapter 39: Save... save me...

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"What is the matter? Why haven't you opened the formation disc yet?"

Several elders approached the officiating elder, and seeing that he had yet to activate the formation, they crowded around him. The officiating elder grew increasingly nervous.

Upon hearing Lu Yu's sinister, chilling voice, Wu Chengyi’s heart skipped a beat.

Corpses—all of them stripped bare—hung high upon the camp walls. Their expressions, frozen in the moment of death, spoke clearly of their final shock and fury.

The crowd’s expressions turned somber at these words. Although the battle had ended in a great victory for Spirit Cauldron Mountain, more than half of its high-ranking disciples had been killed or wounded. In particular, among the disciples from the Feather God Realm, the twenty or so who survived were all unconscious from grievous injuries, their cultivation realms shattered, and their paths to further progress permanently closed—this being the best possible outcome.

Suddenly, a wormhole ripped open in the void of space, and from it emerged a vast fleet of starships, staggering in both number and sheer scale.

The Leng Qingqiu before her not only crushed her in terms of figure and appearance, but the fact that she now had to offer such a humiliating apology to her was truly shocking.

Within the line of sight, beneath the Bodhi tree in the courtyard—which remained lush and verdant even in the depths of winter—sat a chessboard, a pot of tea, and a figure draped in honey-colored robes.

One must realize that whether they enjoy online gaming or martial arts films and television, many young people are drawn to elements of blood and brutality, believing that only through such intensity can one truly feel spirited and unrestrained.

At the command of White Impermanence, the ghost runners took flight, while Black and White Impermanence, along with the six Dharma Kings, soared into the air to surround Yan Yusha completely.

The Hua estate, a century-old royal merchant family renowned for their incense blending, possessed wealth that was naturally unrivaled.

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"Don't mention me—even Song Yu would likely refuse. Her divinity as the Wind God was established among humanity; without humans, how could there be a Wind God who has lived for a thousand years?"

After arriving at the farm, Sun Naizheng had always addressed him as Minister Chen out of respect. As for what others called him, Chen had long since risen above such concerns—Chen the Heavy, Director Chen, Chen the Convict, Minister Chen—you could call him whatever you liked.

"Is this geography? I recall someone saying that mountains encircling water signify gathered energy. Is there something wrong with the mountains in this place?" Shi Ming said slowly while Pan Jia pondered.

However, having just endured an earth-shattering explosion, his ears were still ringing, his vision was blurred, and he possessed less than a third of his combat strength.

Yet, before she could manage to help Sifeng up from the ground, the sound of heavy, rhythmic footsteps echoed from behind her.

Now that he had achieved his goal, his consciousness sank naturally into his sea of awareness. He shielded himself with the power of the Heavenly Dao, only to find that his sea of awareness was entirely empty; the old man had used some unknown method to hide.

All other structures in the Imperial Capital were the original skyscrapers of Changdu City; only the Imperial Palace had been rebuilt.

"Silence! Whoever speaks again will be thrown out," the old man on the high platform bellowed, and everyone immediately clamped their mouths shut.

Looking further ahead, Wan Jie was brandishing a beer bottle with menacing intent, prepared to smash it against the young man in the white tracksuit.

Looking through the glass of the motorhome, Ye Liuli saw the greenery outside, and her mood improved instantly.

The Tao family possessed immense wealth and property. Within their manor, aside from the main building, there were two auxiliary buildings specifically designated for guests.