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“What do you mean by that?” Cuixiang frowned and took a few steps forward, but Yōgi had not returned to her usual self, so Cuixiang had to strain her neck just to see Yōgi’s face.

Glutinous rice dumpling handed her the map, then dismounted his steed. The others gathered around them, looking at the map in Beixi’s hands, wondering how the town of Lindare could be missing.

Old Master Fu’s face showed suspicion. Suddenly, a spark of insight lit up in his eyes, and out of curiosity, he sent his divine sense to scan Chen Fang.

It seemed the worst outcome had already occurred, and Lingmeng immediately grew tense. Although she had never used such high-tech devices before, she instinctively knew it was something a poor person like her could never afford to lose.

“I won’t let Lingmeng take that risk,” Yakumo Yukari said, frowning and cutting off Yōi Eirin’s words.

Zhen Yuanzi and Confucius never truly fought with all their might. Otherwise, with their strength, they could have wreaked havoc on this solar star, shaking the Three Realms. But they refrained, merely making preparations for others. Their battle was not a life-or-death struggle; they remained restrained.

Only by ensuring fairness and justice could disciples avoid hatred among themselves, fostering mutual love and assistance, uniting the sect as one. The Heavenly Dawn Sect had endured through its toughest times. Yan Xu was confident he could manage the ever-growing sect well.

After a moment, another figure fell from the sky—this time Bai Maitreya, who no longer radiated the terrifying aura from before. Bloodied all over, he lay motionless on the ground, seemingly dead.

Biaozi charged at the scarred man, delivering a fierce kick to his chest—the exact spot Xiao Feng had kicked before—causing Xue Biao to howl in pain.

The panda, unfamiliar with supernatural concepts, quietly asked what kind of spirit this fellow was.

“We’ll fight together,” Joey said, not retreating. She stepped out of the barrier Ron had created, raising her sword to strike the air. Purple battle qi shot toward a giant bee.

However, as my eyes glanced over the first line, I was a bit confused. It seemed my previous judgment of Old Tan had been off.

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“Li Shengzun’s peak battle, fighting two elemental beasts alone—such strength and courage—I am ashamed in comparison,” Richard said patiently, offering polite compliments.

Upon hearing this, Count Peruci and Grace were taken aback, and even Ron was somewhat surprised. He looked at Joey, puzzled by her actions.

The impact was significant—two powerful warriors were struck with terror, unable to move, their bodies cracking.

“Mr. Fu, I will speak on your behalf; you won’t be held responsible,” Jane Ning said sympathetically, sharing her concerns.

“Excellent!” The Los Angeles banquet company was quite professional. As long as one could afford it, even a grand feast for over a thousand guests was no problem. But Jiang Zhen understood that Jing Jian surely didn’t mean that, so he was somewhat confused.

Guo Dahhan’s words were unexpected by Yao Fei’s father. Perhaps a contract had just been settled, but this matter made Guo Dahhan reconsider, leaving him stunned.

The sixty-three wealth owner’s sign flickered but was not raised again. In his opinion, there was no need to bid again for an unknown item. After all, it was of little use to him; buying this for the gardener was less worthwhile than purchasing fresh flower seeds year-round.

Zhihé shivered. Though not frightened by Xin Xiuyi, she was wary of these unpredictable methods.

“If there is poison, there must be an antidote. The universe is vast and full of wonders. I don’t believe no one can counter his soul-absorbing bead,” Murong Lianhua said dismissively.

In recent days, Lin Tian had stayed by his parents’ side. Since they were new to Zhongzhou and unfamiliar with many things, as their son, he had to accompany them—sometimes taking walks or visiting the city for relaxation.

The group continued their stops and starts, finally reaching Huang Village’s territory by nightfall. From the mountain, they saw Huang Village brightly lit, seemingly already occupied by government troops.

True authority often belonged to those who spoke least. With a nod, they could decide great matters; with a frown, they could impose pressure. Undoubtedly, the Sect Master of the Pathkeeper, a great power in the ancestral lands, was such a person.

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Qi Teng and Nie Haichen were startled and quickly spread apart, one in front and one behind, trapping Lin Bin and breaking out in cold sweat.

“Director Lin? Director Lin?” The middle-aged man, seeing Lin Tian ignoring him while sipping tea, asked a few more questions.

Later, Emperor Yongle grew impatient and told Hu Guang: either find Zhang Sanfeng for me, or prepare to die.

“Mr. Alef, after extensive discussions, our company’s president has decided to expand operations in your country and establish a company on your soil,” Helen Yi said simply.

Because last time this type of fighter jet had slaughtered over Kunming’s skies, upon seeing this jet again, the common people of Kunming began fleeing in panic.

Upon hearing Fire Gun Emperor’s words, Huoyun Yi finally made up his mind. With a thought, spiritual power surged inside him like a tidal wave.

Jiang Quan sensed Xu Fan’s intense rage and acted without hesitation. The Bluebird Flying Sword flashed past; the overseer behind Shi Lei widened his eyes but was beheaded before he could see the sword’s gleam clearly.

Faintly, the voice of reproach drifted from the conference room, causing Xia Yanyu’s palms to break into a cold sweat.

After all, both had just witnessed Xin Yuan’s strength. No matter how unwilling they felt, they dared not defy Xin Yuan again. At this moment, both only wished to save their lives.