Volume 1 Chapter 25: Hiding a Man at Home

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The Great Elder of Proud Cloud Peak had barely uttered a single word before a mouthful of fresh blood sprayed forth, and he collapsed backward.
The Supreme Sovereign of the Ultimate Path, Dao Tianqiong, was ordained as the Tenth Holy Sovereign by the Holy Court, bestowed with the title "Heavenly Punisher," an honor celebrated across all the heavens.
What a joke. Lei Shan’s son—how brave, how resilient, how defiant of the heavens, how sharp he was!
After resting for three days at the underground base in Luo City, Paul tracked down Shen Hao and his companions. Though his words were veiled, the demand for them to join the mission was glaringly obvious; after all, the underground base did not support idlers.
The security captain had been ready to appreciate Chen Shihao’s next move, but strangely, the boy remained frozen in that exact posture. If not for the steady, rhythmic sound of his breathing, one would have mistaken him for a wooden statue.
Liu Dongning pressed her lips tightly together, knowing she could no longer put this off. Her mother would undoubtedly be more than willing, and any attempt to persuade her would only result in a lecture. Yet, if she accompanied Zhu Jingcheng, she feared it would make things difficult for her father in the capital... She had no choice but to go along with his wishes for now, see him off, and figure out a solution later.
Having said this, she blinked her large eyes repeatedly, clearly harboring deep doubts about her own conjecture.
After the massive blade energy unleashed by Xing Mo collided with the Imperial Fire Ring, fine cracks appeared, which then rapidly spread. When the fissures reached their limit, the colossal blade shattered into pieces before Xing Mo’s eyes, leaving him utterly stunned.
However, a form of mental suppression that kept his body rigid made Chen Shihao forget this question. Even though he knew he was doomed and remained unable to break free, the seven levels of his Sun Arts continued to circulate desperately. Even in such a state, he could not help but be curious about what kind of technique this suit-wearing old man’s "Angelic Descent" actually was.
Guo Ye shrugged and gave a scornful laugh, refusing to let Kang Bao see, no matter how much the latter played the fool or acted cute.
While in mid-air, Zhang Jun used Smite, directly coordinating it with the second strike of his Q ability to instantly kill the large bird of the F4 camp.
He didn't even know which number support he was for Uzi; in any case, whether he could get on the field depended entirely on Uzi’s mood.
Xiao Lin tried to struggle, but Gongsun Yue refused to let go. Unable to use force, he could only bite the bullet and let her drag him along.
She did not show him a single smile the entire time, and she struggled to recall exactly how she had offended him.
Qing County had been through a severe drought, and the people were in dire straits. In many places, let alone medicinal herbs, even a single blade of grass had been gnawed away by humans and animals alike.

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The cave returned to silence. The Puppet Master stood alone in the darkness, his eyes filled with cunning and malice.
Before their absolute power, Mao Rui was like a doll to be toyed with; every joint and every bone felt as fragile as a toy.
Yet, though he appeared gentle and scholarly, the lethality he unleashed in battle was in no way inferior to his opponent.
Everyone was still laughing and making noise about that old incident, and no one seemed to notice his reaction—or perhaps his expression was so calm that nothing could be gleaned from it.
Hearing Su Mo’s words, Li Yaotian also spotted the balding middle-aged man walking over from not far away. If he wasn't mistaken, that must be the "Teacher Qi" Su Mo had mentioned.
For Black Wolf to call him personally and speak in such a tone, Su Mo was certain that the person waiting for him now was no simple character. Thinking of the call regarding Li Yaotian’s departure, and his own... he hoped nothing had gone wrong.
When he walked close enough to see clearly, he discovered it was actually a pheasant, hiding its head in the snow and pointing its tail feathers outward.
Looking at Meng Xingchen’s expression, then at the tribulation clouds in the sky, and especially toward the Supreme Black-Robed one, they exchanged a glance.
After Duanmu Pangjia left Myanmar with his men, he received a call from Nishimoto Nagatomo, telling him that Jun Yao was not dead and had already reached Thailand.
So, where had Meng Xingchen actually gone? At this moment, he had already entered the Magic Box, playing leisurely in the Star-Plucking Palace while holding the two-year-old Meng Lan in his arms.
Jun Yao and the others found it boring and rose to leave, but the moment they stepped out of the club’s entrance, they were suddenly surrounded by dozens of burly men. One look told them these were all martial artists, and they were all holding guns.
Since everyone was so hypocritical, she would naturally be hypocritical as well. Before finding any evidence, she could not accuse anyone, and she certainly didn't want Yin Zhijiang to fall ill again because of this matter, or she would feel incredibly guilty.
Although he was young, about twelve, Li Shi radiated the aura of a hoodlum, possessing a "dead pig isn't afraid of boiling water" attitude. In his mouth, the Juvenile Protection Law had become his protective deity.
Li Lingyue felt a pain in her heart. With a sudden surge of internal energy, she broke free from Bai Jinran’s grasp and stood gracefully on the ground. She lowered her head without a word, but her attitude made everything clear.
Liu Wang, who had fallen to the ground, saw Bai Jinran ignore him entirely. Unable to catch his breath, he fainted on the spot.

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After all, thinking about this one moment and that one the next, she figured she would drive herself insane before she even realized it.
Dean placed his hands on the keyboard, his fingers dancing like flight as they shuttled rapidly across the keys.
Li Lingyue curled her lip. From the phone call that day, she could tell that Xu Wu had already been completely won over by Ning Zhiyuan, or rather, Ning Zhiyuan could not escape Xu Wu’s clutches.
The eccentric grave robber finally retreated to the back. He was watching Cao Yusen; perhaps he had wanted to check Cao Yusen’s injuries all along but had never found the right opportunity.
Wang Yuting’s angry roar came through the phone, every word sharp and decisive. Just as Cheng Yiping prepared to reply, a busy signal sounded.
As he spoke, Bao Er also sat down on the ground, his face ashen. Clearly, no matter how slow-witted he was, he understood which "Sun family" Bao Da was referring to.
The Sovereign’s philosophy—"Under the vast heaven, all is the King's land; to the borders of the earth, all are the King's subjects"—meant that this fist technique viewed the entire world as its possession; its ideology was incredibly domineering.
As the most capable martial general by Saro’s side, it was his fault that such an important prisoner had escaped.
Allowing them to provide satellites with reliable and advanced communication equipment in every aspect.
"It's a fake boyfriend!" Mu Ziling shot Su Chen a glare. She felt a bit shy deep down, but her pretty face showed nothing of it.
The initial shyness had long since been washed away by the baptism of that night.
Moro waved his hands, attempting to control Vegeta’s body, but Vegeta dodged it with ease.