Volume One, Chapter 31: Su Chen, How Dare You Defame Me?
It was precisely because of their hope in Ma Zhong that these devoted warriors endured day after day of hardship.
He pondered for over an hour, contemplating whether he had reached the first stage of the four realms—Sharp Sword, Soft Sword, Heavy Sword, and Wooden Sword—and whether he should next focus on refining the Soft Sword or continue wielding the Decisive Sword, aiming to perfect the Sharp Sword realm to its utmost.
A video played on his phone, revealing the earlier incident at the offshore aquaculture farm where Ji Yang exposed the use of drugs in sea cucumbers by Sangfu Seafood Company.
Hearing that voice, Steward Zhang instinctively glanced backward and saw a middle-aged man emerging from inside.
For a moment, the cries praising Wanhua rang incessantly—after all, shouting slogans was effortless and added to the lively atmosphere.
Li Shen smiled slightly, set down his teacup, and said, “Father, why be angry? You were merely used as a tool by those in power, and the newspapers have made that clear. I need not explain further. Surely, you can discern the harm Buddhism has brought.”
In the battle against Goryeo, victory would guarantee the people's support for his future ascension to the throne.
“Let you go? Beg us? If my family pleaded with you likewise, would you spare them?” Fei Long, holding a freshly acquired toothpick and recalling how his sister was driven insane by their cruelty, pointed at the thugs and cursed them.
Several key bamboo strips were broken, undoubtedly a retaliatory act orchestrated by Zhang Dubo.
Thus, heads of departments involved in the "election" vigorously recommended patients from their own units, each with a variety of reasons.
What was happening? The old master and the head of the Wang family had personally come out to greet them. According to the script, the Wang family members should have pinned them down and loudly judged them. What was going on now?
“My heavens… is that even human? Could it be a true immortal?” Ling Yue gasped. At that moment, Ye Chen soared skyward like a great roc, ascending without the aid of ropes, reaching halfway up the mountain within two minutes.
Due to the great distance, it was impossible to discern what the dark mass was, but one thing was certain—it was enormous.
Seeing Xia Fangyuan and Xia Chengyuan ascend the stairs, Gong Shaoxie’s usual smile faded instantly.
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Would he and Xia Fangyuan endure forever? Thinking this, Gong Shaoxie couldn’t help but lift the corner of his lips in a faint smile.
The sound we had been hearing, like boiling water, was actually emanating from the mouth of a puliu.
Just as he reached the door, he encountered the district chief of the university town police station in person. This middle-aged man, whom Zhang Chaoyang called Old Huang, had intended to call for information, but the phone of Han Xiuming, the local head, was unreachable.
I saw him on horseback, one hand pressed to his wound, a faint smile lingering on the curved lips. He looked at me and moved his lips slowly, seemingly speaking, but the wind was too loud for me to hear.
Xia Chengyuan asked expressionlessly, “Why are you here?” His tone and demeanor made it clear—he did not welcome Gong Qianqian.
Upon hearing Liao Yuan’s words, Ivan Vanko suddenly felt dizzy and collapsed to the ground. Glancing at Tony Stark behind him, Liao Yuan smiled.
Chen Feng’s eyes lingered briefly among the soil aura. With a shout of “Kill!” the earth energy dissipated, and several layers of forbidden arrays before him instantly collapsed. Outside the courtyard, a tremendous rumble shook the ground.
Related reports flooded the media again, though the reaction was less intense this time. After all, Xu Tian had only registered a new company without substantial investment. Without billions involved, the impact paled compared to previous entrepreneurial news.
Then Dao Wuji approached with a beaming smile, patted his own shoulder.
Luo Feng had never imagined they might plan to escape during Andoma and Shatia’s treasure transfer.
Dali’s foundation could not be abandoned; for this reason, he was willing to sever ties with Emperor Han Ling.
Upon arrival through the time rift, Yue Zhou had already examined his surroundings—it was an abandoned ancient temple.
Gu Sujin put away her silver-glowing gloves. She did not understand the other’s actions but chose not to inquire.
That night, he rented out Yunfan Tower, the largest restaurant in Fuzhou City, and hosted a grand feast, inviting the thirteen most influential and prestigious underworld leaders throughout Fujian Province.
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When speaking of old acquaintances, the Swordmaster of Jiuzhou’s expression grew slightly awkward but quickly masked it.
When wielding power capable of destroying all, nothing in this world was beyond his grasp.
Xiao Luo roared angrily, knowing his fury was about to reach the sky, his murderous intent threatening to overwhelm his mind.
“Hehe~~ Brother Jie, you’re too polite. Now, can you tell me and my brother where the undead clan is and what they want?” Hei Sha squinted, grinning cunningly like a sly fox.
“The Heavenly Bird is truly appointed by the Jade Emperor; others are merely tricks of the birds. Shameful as it is, it’s not worth mentioning,” said the Eight Immortals seriously.
After speaking, Xiang Yi approached the dressing table, glanced in the mirror, adjusted her hair, and then turned to leave.
Someone else spoke from afar: “What does the prime minister do at court?” I replied, “The prime minister is merely an observer at court, possibly without a voice.”
The last time she met Zi Que, she was only an eighth-level Spirit Master and had fought Lin Xi, defeating her. Now, Xiao Luo could no longer discern her realm—though when had he ever truly seen through Zi Que’s level?
Friends, Dong Yong began working in late May, when the crops were just flourishing. In the blink of a hundred days, harvest time arrived. Because of Dong Yong’s diligence, his employer did not need to hire temporary labor this year.
Hearing that their unity was a good thing meant at least no one would cause trouble among them. But where had the gold disappeared to? If the gold was really nearby, where could it have gone?
“Yuan Sheng!” At that moment, a thunderous shout interrupted Yuan Sheng’s words. Zhuo Yifan and Yao Yi burst into the hall.