Chapter 29

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Looking at the corpses of the swamp behemoths littering the ground, Old Man Wine began his usual muttering: "Must not take lives, must not take lives."
It could only be said that the fictional Martial Saint master Xu Feng had fabricated carried such immense deterrent power, coupled with the extraordinary strength he had displayed, that the Alchemist Sect, who had never even met him, threw out a silver medal as a grand gesture to win him over.
Caught in the violent explosion, the man in white was blown into the air, his head ringing with a deafening roar, his consciousness blurring.
When I returned home, it was completely dark. I sat blankly on the balcony, gazing at the bright crescent moon.
This remark was devastating, carried by the wind to Zaihong. What Zai Feng spat out were not words, but thousands of swords and blades, piercing Zaihong’s fragile body with countless wounds, leaving her battered and bruised. Like a withered yellow leaf remaining on a branch in the autumn wind, she trembled incessantly.
Finally, less than five hundred Shark elite warriors were within fifty yards of the Grinding-Tooth Beast’s massive maw. Sha Chi tore off his helmet and hurled it fiercely at the beast, the veins on his arms bulging, his long blue hair scattering in the wind.
Perhaps this middle-aged man had made too many mistakes in the past and had no chance to turn back, but he knew how to repent; he knew how to seek redemption for the deeds he had committed.
Kondo had a bit of a conscience and wanted to reason with Matsudaira, but what Matsudaira said seemed more logical than his own words.
The opening ceremony had just ended, and the crowd was surging. Neither Zhang Ying nor I dared to be too reckless, and within minutes, our lips parted.
Watching her husband’s excited expression, Zhou Ehuang chose silence. Although she was worried, her senior brother was right: once the arrow is shot, there is no turning back. Since the decision had been made, whether right or wrong, they had to see it through to the end.
As Yang Fengqing spoke, he walked to the bedside under Hong Niang’s increasingly terrified gaze and reached for the cloth bag.
The man sitting cross-legged on the stone finally opened his eyes. They were clear and bright; even in the darkness of night, they shone like black gems, captivating to behold.
Ye Lingyue had already been reborn. Even though her heart was filled with towering hatred, everything in this life could still be salvaged.

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The Asura of the Asura Star Domain felt his legs trembling. Their Asura Universe was only ranked fourth in strength within this star domain, with a total of only ninety-one practitioners at the Fusion-Ascension realm. If they provoked Ziwei, they might not even get a chance to explain before he wiped out their entire team of Fusion-Ascension practitioners in a single move.
"There’s a lot we can do. For instance, today’s gene fusion cannot be separated from the physical body’s original genes. Let me explain the effects of gene fusion to you." As he spoke, Wu Runfa invited everyone to sit down.
After Qiao Erliang finished speaking, he looked at Lv Jiao'er. She remained silent, and Qiao Erliang continued: "Let’s keep moving. Never mind Brother Qing."
Nie Linyu simply could not understand why the Imperial Noble Consort would do something so detrimental to others without benefiting herself. Even if the Imperial Consort Zhao’s child were a boy, he was merely a nursing infant and could do nothing. The Imperial Noble Consort herself, however, had an adult son currently vying for the throne and was carrying another in her womb.
Ruan Fan felt that although this Master Gen had an unpredictable temperament, he generally bore no malice toward the human race and even helped out intentionally or unintentionally. He understood that saving lives allowed no mistakes, and since Master Gen’s strength was unfathomable, having him offer to help was exactly what he had hoped for.
Before the explanation could finish, a voice appeared directly behind the cultivator who had just released the aura of the Dao.
After those people were dragged away in frustration, the commoners cheered and rejoiced, and the magistrate rarely enjoyed the feeling of being adored by the people.
At this moment, Zheng Ji appeared at Atlanta Airport in the United States. Upon getting off the plane, he felt a warm breeze. Although it was winter in China, the climate in the higher-latitude Atlanta was as mild as spring. This was likely why the "Super Bowl" was scheduled for February.
"Answer my questions honestly. If you satisfy me, I might let you live," An Pei Maoshuo said, a samurai sword appearing in his hand, which he pressed against Zheng Ji’s neck, staring at him coldly.
The Guardian had revealed too much. Had it not been for these revelations, perhaps Xue Yue would still be slowly developing, completely unaware that the enemy was already right before their eyes.
"Are you sure he was dead at the time? Because we have now discovered someone with his exact appearance committing crimes." Wu Yong finally had to tell him the situation.
Hearing his voice, his accomplices suppressed their fear, gripped their Tibetan knives, and prepared to advance.
Chu Tianyu’s fist, hard as steel, slammed into the arm of the junior Martial King, knocking the latter back more than twenty yards.

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Moreover, ten yards was really not a problem for Mu Yi, but for Da Nu, the old Taoist, and even Li the Lame, it presented some difficulty. If he were to carry them across the river, it would be hard to clear ten yards in one leap.
Hearing Wu Yong’s praise, Zhong Sixin felt as if she had eaten honey, sweet from head to toe. She puffed out her proud 36D chest, saluted Wu Yong, and headed out.
"How dare you..." The bear spirit’s voice came to an abrupt halt, blocked by Hu Feng’s restraint.
When Chen Jing saw the life of the man named Nan Luo, he immediately understood that what he had consumed was the Soul Tether he had left behind. Although he admired him, he did not believe he was him.
"Then how can it be undone...?" Long Xinglin widened his eyes, wondering what could be used to undo it if one could not use Yuan Qi.
Just then, a wounded disciple from the peasant family arrived to report: The Empire’s General Wang Li had already led two hundred elite artillery units to ambush the outskirts of the Six Sages Tomb and was about to annihilate everyone in the peasant family in one fell swoop. The disciple then gasped his last breath and died.
To this day, among the nearly ten thousand disciples of Cloud Curtain, only a few hundred possessed spiritual artifacts, and most of those were of inferior grade.
Ao Mangshan’s physical body, under the blessing of the Blood Flood Dragon Technique, could naturally withstand the Taiji circle evolved from Yang Sansi’s Qiankun Marvel, but what killed him was the subsequent ultimate move of the Gu Huo bird.
Only beasts above the fifth level knew how to utilize the Yuan Qi of heaven and earth to conceal their size and demonic aura, deceiving the senses of other creatures.