Chapter 39 (Second Watch)
This sudden change was so abrupt that both Yuri and Inna froze in their actions for a moment. Spiness seized the opportunity and thrust his sword fiercely toward Inna's heart.
Therefore, there will be no unexpected twists in this battle unless those Miao people are still hiding some trump cards or have brought in outside reinforcements.
Since Guan Zhifeng's political career began with this incident, she intended to play an excellent supporting role while Guan Zhifeng slapped Ni Fangfang in the face, acting as a perfect playmaker.
The few reception disciples hiding here all burned with anger in their eyes, looking as though they wanted to swallow Master Taiyi alive in one gulp.
If Mayor Han, in a fit of anger, relieved Guan Zhifeng of his post as the director of the county committee office, it would save her the trouble of going to great lengths to manage it herself.
It could be said that throughout the entire Xichuan Commandery now, virtually everyone who survived harbored deep, irreconcilable hatred toward those Qiang and Zhou people.
This time, Yang Hongyan decided to make Xia Fusheng understand—and make the entire Xia family realize—just how formidable she, Yang Hongyan, truly was.
As he thought this, his hand brushed against a rare sharp edge of the washing stone. A few drops of blood trickled into the laundry basin, dyeing that red outer garment even redder.
As the auction continued, the second scroll, an intermediate fire-type Flame Burst spell, and the third scroll, a earth-type Clay Golem Summoning spell scroll, were sold for 2,460 gold coins and 2,660 gold coins respectively. Without exception, the final bidder for both was the occupant of VIP Room Number 6.
Such a solemn and formal symposium had no need for a host whose eyes were swollen red like peaches from crying, nor did it need a town mayor with questionable moral character who was about to face an investigation.
Leonard was doing just fine, so why had the old man always been worrying about this young man? George Hill simply could not understand. Why would a player who was a perfect fit for the Spurs system hesitate instead of embracing the opportunity?
Lin Yi shook his head. He genuinely knew nothing about it. He had spent his first day training with Olajuwon and the others, leaving him with neither the time nor the opportunity to know what was happening with the Spurs. How could he possibly know what decisions the Spurs' management had made?
Ye Lihuan was momentarily left speechless and somewhat amused by her response, but as the memory of her accusations regarding sexual harassment flashed through his mind, a trace of suppressed anger flickered in his eyes.
The most direct data showed that the real-time viewership ratings of the CTV Spring Festival Gala hit a new low—and this was even the combined statistical result of multiple channels broadcasting simultaneously.
"Don't worry, I've prepared a gift for your mother as well," I patted the head teacher's hand and smiled mysteriously.
"Park Gege, if you have something to say, just spit it out. I dare not accept such a grand gesture from you." Qin Tianqi walked over to the nearby sofa and sat down, crossed his legs, and then felt around in his pockets.
Su Luo smiled and nodded to the audience. This was merely a warm-up; the formal beginning was yet to come.
"The Zerg, it must be the Zerg!" Qin Tianqi smiled helplessly. To the Zerg, he was nothing short of a massive disaster, and if he were in their shoes, even if the other party fled to the ends of the earth, he would hunt them down and kill them.
Feng Zizhong furrowed his brows deeply. Although he understood that a battle with the Six-Nation Alliance was inevitable sooner or later, he still held a lingering trace of apprehension toward this massive and mysterious organization.
As soon as Steamed Cake uttered those words, the muscular man and his companions glared over with fierce hostility, as if to say, "Are you looking for trouble, buddy?"
The master of the Great Sun Hall, sitting not far away, swept his gaze toward Hongling with a cold expression, a trace of killing intent flickering in his eyes.
For someone from the lower realm to think they could defeat them showed admirable courage, yet Lin Feng was deemed either out of his mind or utterly and foolishly naive.
After all, he was the sect master of Liu Bingbing and Yu Linglong, having bestowed upon them the grace of cultivation. When he originally went to Qionghua Island to pick up Liu Bingbing and Yu Linglong, he had also received some favors from Lü Jianchun.
"Ming Dangyang, it's you!" Ming Dangyang wore a black windbreaker with both hands shoved deep into the pockets, her wine-red long hair gently fluttering as she looked at me with an indifferent expression.
Calderas stared at her stomach in disbelief. She hadn't expected someone with such a voluptuous figure to actually have abdominal muscles; shouldn't she be a bit plumper and fleshier?
At this thought, Xiaoming impatiently looked back toward the tiger. When he finally laid eyes on it, he could not help but rub his eyes in disbelief.
As soon as Lingyue stepped into the heavenly prison, a wave of damp air rushed toward her, causing a slight physical discomfort.
Xiaoming looked at Tang Xiyang with a smiling expression. Tang Xiyang was the supervisor from the Grand Wheel platform back then. Xiaoming distinctly remembered that this fellow had wanted to kill him at the time, though Xiaoming also understood that Tang Xiyang was merely doing his job.
Suddenly, a group of people came over and dragged him away, while the corpse on the ground was packed into a black body bag.
Ai Yue sighed with deep emotion. Lin Feng truly lived up to his name as a defying-heaven child; not only did he survive, but he even released the Nether Demon clan. She simply could not fathom how he managed to accomplish it.
Yet Yuan Rong's smile was like pouring oil on fire, instantly igniting the fury of Young Master Yanqing, who immediately reached for the sword hanging at his waist. The long sword slipped from its scabbard with a resonant, vibrating clang—it was unmistakably a Dao artifact. With the expression of someone about to fight Ling Hao to the death, Young Master Yanqing looked as though he was about to strike immediately.
However, within the ranks of constant Dao-might, there were also distinctions of strength. The constant Dao-might manifested by Taichu was the most transparent and utterly free of impurities, followed by primordial geniuses, and finally the sands-of-ganges geniuses. As for those cultivators who failed to meet the standards of a genius altogether, it was exceedingly difficult for them to ascend to immortality.
A glimmer of hope reignited in Weisogen's eyes. As long as the legion had a demand, Weisogen dared to stake his entire fortune on a gamble for his future.
They were characterized by excellent flight performance, high maneuverability, and powerful firepower. Modern advanced fighter jets were mostly equipped with various search, aiming, and fire-control systems, enabling all-weather attacks on all aerial targets.
Time flowed like water, and it was once again the lunar September. With autumn winds sweeping across the thousands of li, the sweet osmanthus blossoms in the towers and palaces of Wuling burst into full bloom, transforming the city into a sea of dazzling golden clouds—a breathtakingly beautiful sight.
Because at the Great Venerable stage, they were absolute, invincible entities. With semi-pinnacle powerhouses restricted by the laws of heaven and earth, these individuals were actually the true conventional and ultimate weapons that various sects, factions, and major forces could genuinely deploy.
At least among the members of the Black Wood Temple who had arrived so far, not a single one dared to accept the challenge; their words carried even less weight than those of Jinni and Yinni.
Of course, this did not mean he no longer acknowledged Duorou as his boss—business was business, and the two were entirely unrelated. Besides, who could deny that the other party's card deck strategy was indeed ingenious?