Volume One, Chapter 53: What’s a Little Treasure?

This force was overwhelmingly dominant.

Unfazed by Qin Feng’s destructive sword intent, this power fiercely battled within Zhou Sheng’s meridians. As the tide turned against him, Qin Feng prepared to channel more sword energy.

In his unconscious state, Zhou Sheng felt a sharp pain coursing through his meridians, compelling him to struggle uncontrollably once again.

Large beads of sweat poured down his forehead.

As he spoke, he took a step forward, and the three from the Tezuka group also advanced slightly, their eyes flashing a clear warning.

But just as his words fell, a garbled sound came from the other end of the phone, and when he tried calling again, it was already turned off.

The recorder operator, hearing his voice return to normal, was stunned with mouth agape, but refrained from questioning due to the presence of others.

“Miss Wuyou has returned to Licheng,” Chu Ying relayed the latest news to Shang Wu Shang.

Noticing Qing Yue’s uplifted spirits, Nan Changqing’s displeasure faded away. They followed Qing Yue into the room.

Cultivators from Yanhuang Village, vampire clan cultivators, and several other major human races had all gathered in great numbers.

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“What kind of deal are you trying to make?” Yan Na asked nervously, eyeing the men in black.

Su Ruoyao lay exhausted on the bed, too sleepy to keep her eyes open, and dialed Cheng Yanzhong’s phone. He answered eagerly.

The barber, disappointed at not landing a profitable job, had her sit down, tied a white cloth around her, then took scissors to catch her hair, ready to cut.

Suddenly, the window shifted slightly. I turned around and saw the window had been blown half open by the wind. Rising to close it, my eyes blurred, and a figure was already sitting in the tree across the lake.

Startled briefly, Fan Xiaodong’s spiritual awareness pierced through the figure’s leg, forcefully entering into it.

Exhaling deeply, he murmured, “I didn’t expect the Yin Sha to be so formidable.” The earlier crisis had been severe; without the Fire Spirit Pearl, Fan Xiaodong would have suffered greatly.

Shen Xiao’s sharp gaze swept over the two unruly fellows. Dudu and Dongdong shivered from the cold, then scrambled to hide behind Wen Renya.

“What did you say? Lord God of Destruction? Why does that title sound so familiar? Could it be... the legendary Lord of Destruction!” Tuan Zang exclaimed. Suddenly recalling the God of Destruction’s visage, he glanced towards the Hokage Rock, then at Badak.

Wang Xiu, having reached this conclusion, no longer hesitated. His blink skill had recovered, but he did not rush to act.

Sometimes, when eating, Ye Feng would playfully reach out to touch her chest, making her blush.

One was Mo Wen, the strategist who had earlier tried to recruit Ye Feng into the Gentlemen’s Alliance; the other was Huang Zheng. Behind them were only fifty men.

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With a bang, the powerful Dou Qi shattered, falling like meteors, scattering and disappearing.

At two o'clock in the morning, with every household asleep, the roar that Harley stirred upon entering the village provoked sporadic dog barks.

Indeed, this was the confidence behind Chai Lang’s decision to stay and reap the fruits of victory rather than withdrawing directly from Musbil.

An excellent singer must not only possess top-notch vocal skills but also master the art of capturing the audience’s emotions.

His grip was strong, and the intense pain made Zuo Qingyun dizzy, but unwilling to show weakness, she stubbornly glared at him.

Three fourth-tier troop units and one elite fourth-tier unit—such combat strength needed no further comment from Chai Lang. At least on his side, fourth-tier troops were rare; currently, only half a Plunderer Legion and a dozen or so Naga beasts were present.

“Hmm... This gentleman arrived here two magic hours ago, so... everyone, let’s happily enjoy the feast together.”