Twenty-six.

Possessing the bloodline of the dragon race, they understood the significance of the Eight Sounds of the Heavenly Dragon. The person before them was highly likely a true dragon in human form. Having finally acknowledged a master, they had just felt a flicker of pride before their contract was dissolved; they were filled with nothing but resentment.

Envoy Han’s entire body shuddered, his expression growing increasingly grave. He had never anticipated that Jiang Liu possessed such formidable martial arts. With a wave of his hand in the air, the remaining dozens of cavalrymen scattered, surrounding Jiang Liu and the carriage.

He looked back at his bedside. Lin Lanzhi had already left, and a stack of money lay on the headboard. He Chenyi walked over, picked up the money, and counted it.

She felt as though she had become obsessed, like a martial arts practitioner who had veered into a demonic path, or perhaps her mind had simply been addled by the biting autumn wind.

Xiao Tiance thought to himself, vaguely sensing that this Tang Yunyi was the greatest obstacle in his path to becoming the Alliance Leader of the Martial Arts World.

The mercenary group had already begun construction on four types of new nuclear submarines, including ballistic missile submarines, attack submarines, cruise missile submarines, and deep-sea command platform submarines, with the total number reaching as many as fifty.

However, under normal circumstances, most people do not want to die. As the saying goes, it is better to live in misery than to die in peace. Especially when one feels there are still many things left unfinished, the desire to live is even stronger. For instance, Zhuge Liang of the Three Kingdoms era, who died before his mission was accomplished, leaving heroes to soak their sleeves with tears—it is truly a sigh-worthy tragedy.

If Xinyi were here, she would surely be struck with terror, for the person who had arrived was none other than Xiang Pei, a maidservant from the Xin manor.

Xu Xiao did not deliberately hide his vigilance. Dong Ling clearly realized this, took two steps forward, and then stopped.

Do you know how many people live in Shaanxi and Shanxi right now? These two provinces are among the most populous in the Great Ming Dynasty. Shaanxi alone had five million people at the time, and Shanxi was not far behind. Combined, they certainly have seven or eight million. To provide disaster relief for Shaanxi and Shanxi with only one hundred thousand taels of silver? That is absolutely a joke.

Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, an invisible sword aura was unleashed. The seven gate-guarding disciples lying on the ground were all struck in the neck and killed.

Upon receiving news that the enemy had approached his camp, Tong Yangxing immediately climbed the high watchtower to survey Lu Hanqiang’s battle formation.

With a helpless sigh, just as Elder Huo felt a deep sense of remorse toward the Huo family, a figure darted out with a whoosh, blocking the path before Huo Qingwu.

For a cultivator, changing one's appearance, or even one's physique, is a very simple matter. Many people do it, though not everyone likes it; many still prefer their natural form.

In an instant, the pale golden light formed by the talismans in mid-air trembled. Behind Xu Xiao and Li Yuzhu, Murong Yan suddenly opened her eyes, her expression changing drastically.

Because, over on the side of the Hao family, Renault and his group were completely pinned down by the opposition, leaving them no time to spare. What puzzled Renault most was how the enemy possessed such a profound foundation, and what exactly these mysterious individuals were.

"I will leave this guy to you. Investigate him thoroughly. As for this fellow, he is a Nanyang sorcerer, not an ordinary person. Military personnel will be here shortly to assist," said Tang Hao.

His eyes seemed devoid of the previous fear, instead brimming with an irrepressible love—a love so frenzied and paranoid that it was beyond comprehension. Yet, it caused Takahashi Jiro to raise his ninja sword once more; with a swing of his right hand, the geisha's head was severed.

After a while, the window stirred. Lan Duoduo peeked out to look, and Luo Yun wearily climbed inside.

Although Night Eagle and his men did not use the power of martial cultivators, their bodies had been transformed by the internal energy within them when they became cultivators, so their strength was relatively much higher than before.

"Brother Feng, what is the matter?" Seeing Feng Shaoming’s hesitant appearance, Li Shui asked with confusion.

Fan Er, who was looking around, clearly felt something hard poking him from below, causing him discomfort. This was not the first time; he knew what it was. At first, he would be curious and surprised, asking questions, but after being brushed off by Feng Lie a few times, he stopped being curious.

Feng Shaoming decided that until his strength reached the King Martial realm, he must remain patient and not rashly expose his cultivation, otherwise, if he were to alert that mysterious powerhouse of the Shen family, it would be a huge problem.

Yun Qing looked at Su Li with guilt, her pale blue eyes as deep as water. She knew that this time, she owed Su Li again.

"Do not be afraid. As long as your father agrees to my conditions, I will absolutely not harm you." The man opposite was none other than Chen Wusong.

The few robbers were bewildered. The youth took a step forward and arrived before Lan Duoduo. Lan Duoduo looked up, the youth looked down, his breath lingering at the tip of her nose. She suddenly took a large step backward.

My three fathers cannot protect me forever. If I lack the ability, our Three Kingdoms Village will sooner or later end up like the Matsumoto Village, suffering the fate of being burned, killed, and plundered.

Murong Qianqiu naturally did not know that my self-esteem, which had been swelling for over thirty years, had taken a hit. He merely assumed that I was unhappy because he had criticized me; of course, that was a factor as well.

After the son of Zhiyu finished speaking, he went to pull at his clothes, startling Emperor Kangzheng into reaching out to grab the son of Zhiyu's collar.

The battle erupted once again, more intense than before. They knew that if they could not kill Qin Hao, they would likely face dire consequences upon returning.

Ye Chen muttered to himself while kicking the car door repeatedly, his posture suggesting he wished to smash the vehicle to pieces.

At the very least, compared to the finale concert performance prepared by the succubus and the nine-tailed fox's monster subordinates—which could be described as a visual feast—this was merely a standard victory celebration venue.

Indeed, a new [Soul] tag had appeared in the shop. Unlike the legendary souls drawn, these were limited-time consumables, and they were quite expensive. Unlike the upright and honorable legendary items, these "ghostly talents" were filled with a dark and sinister aura.