Should we talk about it?

Hearing that it was strictly business, Lan Yize let out a sigh of relief. Retreating behind his desk, he put on a formal, all-business expression to face her.

Li Liang casually struck up a conversation about football with African Bear. Wearing a joking expression, he asked, "Xiong Ge, if an ordinary guy like me trains hard for a couple of years, do you think I could play in the professional league?"

Li Yu’s gaze froze. Staring at the transparent object, he bent down and picked it up.

In the divination master’s hand, three ancient copper coins appeared. With a flick, the three coins soared into the air, releasing streams of seven-colored energy that poured frantically down into the valley.

Upon hearing Li Yun’s question, the Third Mizukage remained in a state of utter confusion. He still had no idea what had just happened, feeling as though he had only just woken from a deep sleep.

Kakuzu’s instinct screamed at him to flee. The fact that Hyuga Rou had stepped in to save Li Yun just a moment ago spoke volumes—this boy named Li Yun was likely someone very precious to Hyuga Rou.

"Boss, come on, that's enough. A person shouldn't go too overboard; you've already flattened their elder, what more do you want?" Jiang Yixuan said, cracking melon seeds as he walked over to Zhang Fan's side.

Far from retreating, Zhao Dachui lunged fiercely forward as two long swords pierced straight through his chest. With a roar, he let go of his iron hammers and hurled them directly ahead.

Countless sect disciples held great expectations in their hearts. If Chen Qi could grant them some Heavenly-grade, or even slightly better Mysterious-grade divine artifacts, they would probably smile in their sleep. Many kept their eyes fixed on Chen Qi, filled with intense anticipation.

Until the moment he left and tossed the captain's armband to a dumbfounded Faria, the Manchester United number seven on the sidelines remained completely motionless.

Qing Rang stopped Yichan, who was about to step forward to argue. Who could guarantee whether Yu Zichen would compromise his own heart for the sake of his empire?

Yet this was indeed the only viable method. If there were any other clever shortcuts to speak of, he could only cast his hopes on Houdini and pray he could conjure up a reliable dream.

Having finally stopped crying, Jin Guangyan looked at her reddened eyes, feeling a mix of amusement and exasperation. Clearly, she was the one who had wanted to chase him away; why was it that when he actually left, she ended up weeping like a torrential rain? Jin Guangyan felt a quiet sense of fortune—thank goodness he hadn't actually intended to leave in the first place.

"No, who says he's with me?" Yan Xiaoxiao said, suppressing her growing irritation. What a chaotic world it had been lately; the ones in the wrong acted like lords.

The melodies of the vielle echoed through the streets, and the atmosphere in front of the monastery seemed no different from any other ordinary day. But to Roddy, everything had changed.

The news of the death of the Master of Cold Sea Blade spread throughout the Dao River Dynasty, arousing the fury of the entire realm, especially upon hearing that a sword had been repaired and used to kill him.

It was the first time Chu Aotian had ever been treated this way, and he was profoundly displeased. Had everyone grown so bold as to dare ignore him?

The Five Seals did not merely seal away Lin Xiao’s innate talent on the path of cultivation; they simultaneously bound the Five Seals themselves.

"A seasoned singleton so full of envy, jealousy, and hatred toward couples—isn't that just twisted? I advise you to quickly find a suitable girl and settle down. Besides, don't you dare talk nonsense again, or you'll see how I handle you. Xiaoxiao and I are doing just fine," Jin Guangyan calmly explained.

If Li Zhiyang remembered correctly, this Vanke Group was precisely the one that had risen to prominence by capitalizing on the booming domestic real estate market over the past few years.

Before dawn the next day, Er Guzi's parents woke Lu Zhengyi up. Lu Zhengyi opened his eyes and looked out the window. The sky was still pitch black—he couldn't tell if it had just past midnight, making it bafflingly early.

After all, though they could not defeat opponents at the Immortal Emperor realm, running away presented no particular difficulty for them.

What was even more fatal was that many people had now become utterly devoted to the Celestial Fragrance Wine of Tianxiang Tower. Coupled with the genuinely exceptional cuisine of the restaurant, very few people were willing to dine anywhere else.

Yet, this scheme had ultimately failed, not only being thoroughly exposed, but even Su Ranran turning out to be an impostor.

With a flick of his wrist, the long sword left his hand, and that dazzling streak of starlight pierced deeply into Tu Qianli's chest. The contained true qi erupted instantly, reducing the internal organs of this yin-yang fiend to complete pulp within a fraction of a second.

Moreover, after absorbing a vast amount of Immortal-Transforming Spiritual Liquid, the cyan dragon soul finally solidified to the point of seeming tangible.

Mid-sentence, Gu Ling'er unexpectedly mimicked the posture of a maid, curtsied slightly toward Long Linfei, and walked away with light, graceful steps.

Returning to the Snow Mountain Immortal Palace, Long Kongbei drank a few cups of tea, chatted idly for a moment, and then returned to his own palace. Long Kongya picked up where she had left off the previous night and continued explaining things to Long Qingchen.

"Indeed, True Immortal Chixuan is already dead!" The sect leader of Tianmen bluntly delivered this cruel truth to Li Jue.

Yet the Qilin divine beast merely drooped its ears and took a step back, gazing at Dongling Huang with a look of utter detachment.

Far out on the periphery of the vast grassland, two non-human observers watched the behavior of the Sloth of Ash and could not help but shake their heads.

"Yes, Your Majesty," Wang Wei acknowledged, then turned around to seek out Gulipeiluo. Originally, Wang Wei had intended to mention Gulipeiluo to Li Shimin as a way to offer the fellow a sweet reward, but unexpectedly, Li Shimin took the initiative to ask to see Gulipeiluo first.

"Where did you get this item?" Lu Yunda asked, his face a mask of astonishment, for the value of the document Wang Kun had printed out was utterly incalculable.

The main hall was brightly lit, with three seats arranged in a triangular formation. In the primary seat sat Zhou Cheng, the Inspector of Xuzhou. The death of Li Nong had dealt him a devastating blow; four decades had passed, yet the once-hearty man still looked consumed by boundless grief and haggard despair.

How formidable was the Slaughtering Firmament Array? It was an ancient formation with even greater potential than the Immortal-Slaying Sword Array—how could it be easily breached? Although the array's might depended on Xiao Cheng's cultivation, Xiao Cheng was hardly a weakling.

At this single cry, every soldier raised his head, a glimmer of hope and expectation dawning upon their faces. Everyone knew that Young Master Hanfeng possessed spiritual roots and had been sent to the immortal mountains to study immortal arts. If this genius of Great Xia truly returned, the Grand General, Yanjing City, and the entire nation of Great Xia would truly be saved.

Hearing this, everyone was shaken to their core, breaking out in a cold sweat. They could never have imagined that the clash between the two would be so terrifying.

Jiang Gan led the newly formed stirrup cavalry to lag behind by five leagues, slowly trailing the New Volunteer Army. This distance neither interfered with the New Volunteer Army's combat operations nor hindered his clear observation of the battle situation.