Chapter 64
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Ilrun proved himself worthy of being the next Pope of the Church of Light. Wielding an obscure holy sword with impenetrable defense, he sealed off all the death energy. Then, a golden flash crossed his eyes, and a golden sphere of light materialized in his vacant left hand. To the horrified gaze of the death-attribute warrior, he blasted it directly at the enemy.
The guard's expression immediately turned ecstatic. The influence of the Violet Chamber spanned the entire continent; how difficult was it to become a head guard?
Dozens of figures in identical black robes appeared simultaneously within the field of vision of Long Tianyi and Su Yifei.
At this point, Duan Yue and Wei Zheng both quietly channeled their inner strength, knowing that a fight tonight was inevitable.
She smiled because she wanted to say a word of thanks to him—he was the one who let her experience the taste of love, though in the end, that love had turned as bitter as black coffee.
"Has Young Master Wu Bing entered the venue already?" Ding Meilin was clearly very concerned about the protagonist of this banquet. She had previously heard Ye Cheng mention Wu Bing, and now that she had the opportunity to see him in person, she would certainly not let it slip. As long as it was someone related to the Ye family, she needed to master all information about them, as that would benefit her future actions.
Everyone was completely bewildered by Lin Yang, unable to figure out the point of his nonsensical remarks.
A middle-aged man wearing the trademark badge of the Lucky Chamber of Commerce walked over. Glancing at Vieri, a look of astonishment immediately crossed his face, though his tone carried a thick undertone of mockery.
"Hehe, congratulations to Young Master Wang Feng on stepping into the Ninth Layer of the Post-Nativity Realm..." The Third Elder maintained an awkward expression for a moment before walking up to Wang Feng with a faint smile, cupping his hands in a flattering manner filled with subservience.
Sure enough, upon hearing this, Emperor Ling frowned in deep thought. The ministers in the hall felt their hearts sink, and they could not help but inwardly curse Zhao Zhong.
This was the first peaceful sleep I had ever had since leaving Shangjing, or perhaps even earlier, since the day I departed from the Crown Prince's Mansion.
Wang Yang's eyes were slightly damp. He knew that at this moment, Mutou must be acting with a determination to die.
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Both of them had been deeply immersed in the moment, but now, abruptly interrupted by the sudden ringing of the mobile phone, they both found themselves feeling rather awkward. Especially Li Wan, who watched as Lin Feng stopped what he was doing and fell into a daze, murmuring incoherently.
"My disciples, Master truly deceived you. Do not idolize Master any longer; just regard Master as a legend," Yan Dezao said loudly.
Su Xue's cheeks instantly flushed crimson, her pretty face resembling a ripe peach, making one unable to resist the urge to take a bite.
That inheritance was extremely unique, not something any demon clan member could inherit, and even Yuyan was unsuited for it. None of the demon clans he had encountered had received the resonance and recognition of the inheritance. Furthermore, that inheritance was immensely powerful. The Ancestor of All Demons was the sovereign of the demon race in the primordial universe, second only to the Heavenly Emperor—how could his inheritance be weak?
The bent-over Di Wang trembled from the Holy Son's reprimand, hurriedly stepping forward two steps and lowering his head deeply.
I expressed my gratitude and instructed Shuying to take the list, though in my heart I knew very well that I would never use it.
Li Xiao had not expected that a single letter of his would cause Yuan Shao's three top strategists to argue fiercely, leaving Yuan Shao annoyed, distracted, and completely without a plan of his own.
"Once you and Xiaocui are married, we will be family. You don't need to be so restrained," Zhang Zizhong said to comfort me when he saw my nervousness. I smiled, nodded at Zhang Zizhong, and said nothing.
"What a joke! You lot actually think you can destroy the Divine Altar? Truly overestimating yourselves!" the divine envoy trapped and immobilized by the light chains nearby could not help but sneer.
Although he harbored suspicions and felt that Sima Shang could not possibly be unconnected to this matter, before obtaining concrete evidence, he still did not want to voice this speculation irresponsibly.
"Spare others where you can," was what Mammy Li had said when she delivered the items. Hua Shangxue had accepted the Dowager Princess's favor, and after taking her revenge, she paid no more attention to Jinse.
Li Mu bent down, and Liu Minghu looked at him with agitation, his excitement visible to all. Li Mu extended a hand to signal him not to get overexcited, and then placed his palm gently against Liu Minghu's head.
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The railway station looked much like the railway station of his past life, except that the architecture was entirely antique, and the pedestrians and staff were all dressed in traditional costumes.
"Lü Bu!" The voice was exceedingly familiar. Bu could not help turning his head to look back, only to see someone wielding a sharp sword, hacking fiercely toward him! That sword was... indeed, none other than the world-renowned treasure sword of the ages! This sword could cut through iron like mud; even a copper head and iron bones would be severed by it! Lü Bu could not help but close his eyes.
Good heavens, was this old eunuch going to personally attend to her? Was he going to dress and wash her himself? Or watch others do it right before his eyes? Could he really be such a pervert?
The weather was growing warmer, and the nighttime temperature was not low either. It was one thing for Xinyu to wear a short skirt, but even Xue Xuelan wore only a knee-length brown uniform miniskirt, her snow-white legs looking exceptionally alluring under the lights.
Sun Quan did not sit down himself, instead continually urging Lu Xun to take a seat first. Seeing Sun Quan display such unusual attentiveness, Lu Xun felt a flash of fear, though it vanished instantly. After all, Lu Xun was a wise scholar, and his inner emotions showed on his exterior only fleetingly, like a shooting star—hardly anyone unless extremely observant could have noticed.
"You are a Heavenly Tier expert; surely you won't rely on numbers to win? Do you dare to fight us in a fair duel?" the two said with resolute expressions.
Long Kun maintained a high degree of vigilance, gently using his left index finger to slowly approach the bottom-right corner of the window, parting the plastic film, and then peering inside with his left eyeball.
After the door opened, he only saw four mercenaries dragging Donna toward the elevator. All four mercenaries wore balaclavas and carried weapons. Following behind them was Old Gu.
Upon hearing what Feifei said, Wang Feng's eyes rolled as if he had been struck by some inspiration. Then, he listlessly muttered, "You really are a fucking moron," pulled the quilt over himself, and turned back to sleep.
Heizi immediately turned around and ran back, stopping in front of Old Gu's stretcher to look at him. Old Gu showed no reaction, and it was unclear what Heizi wanted to say.
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