Chapter 45

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At this moment, everyone present was so stunned by the scene before their eyes that they were almost left speechless. How fortunate they were in this lifetime to witness with their own eyes such a bizarre yet harmonious spectacle.

Cen Kexin looked at herself in the mirror. A cascade of long, dark hair fell over her shoulders, and her white dress, though of simple design, was cut to absolute perfection. Even Cen Kexin herself could hardly believe she could look this breathtaking.

Seeing the system prompt, Aotian almost laughed out loud. Just like that, he had successfully taken over the Myriad Swords Manor. Aotian said, "Fatty, I'll be practicing sword-casting techniques later. Go and gather more ores for me." After all, to forge golden equipment, one needed to advance their sword-casting skill to at least the advanced level.

No matter what, she would never allow herself to lose her composure. In public, Sylvia had always been the epitome of elegance.

Terrified out of their wits by Yizhi Kuo’s merciless brutality, no one dared to show even the slightest hint of defiance anymore. Each and every one of them was pale as death.

Li Xuan frowned, unable to suppress his shock and suspicion. Weren't Lianhua and Nuan'er supposed to be safe and sound in the Fragrance Courtyard of Prince Jing's Mansion? Why would they appear in the imperial palace for no reason?

"Isn't it because Blood Shadow was easily appointed as the Left Envoy back then through the Empress Dowager's recommendation, whereas Demonic Fiend fought his way up layer by layer relying entirely on his own strength to seize the position? Because of this, you Seven Fiends have never stopped looking down on us Seven Demons!" Chu Yin said with a smile.

Lei Yu waved his hand with an air of absolute and unquestionable autocracy, leaving the others without even a chance to refute.

She had always known it, hadn't she? She merely had a habit of fleeing, always wanting to run away, as if he were some venomous beast. She would rather be with anyone than him.

In a place like the Primordial Chaos tier, for two factions to encounter each other in the same territory meant war.

Countless demon summoners poured out continuously from the Dark Ancient Nether Gate. For every clone of Michelle that existed, Calder summoned a matching demon summoner. In terms of sheer numbers, Calder's summoned demons were by no means inferior to Michelle's.

The grand tournament was set to begin tomorrow, yet there was a duel to watch today—and it was between a Japanese person and a Han Chinese person. How could anyone miss such a spectacle?

Streams of purple Qi surged toward the Vermilion Bird, splitting into multiple wisps along the way. In the eyes of everyone present, those wisps of purple Qi descended like the entire sky pressing down, leaving no room to retreat and no path to advance.

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Each stone statue held a weapon in its hand—sabres, swords, spears, or lances—exuding an aura of killing intent that had curdled for a millennium.

Li Tianyou nodded, feeling as though he hadn't thought about how to brew the wine at all. Instead, his body seemed to move on its own, and before even he knew when it had ended, a cup of Black Ice Wine was already brewed.

Chu Ying looked at the powerful figures around him and the young armed escorts behind him, let out a deep sigh, and lowered his head. The lives of more than eighty escorts rested entirely on a single word from him.

Hua Qingyi knew that these people possessed remarkable martial arts skills—and not just ordinary skill. People with such exceptional abilities were certainly not subordinates of Chief Constable Tong.

The boatman's body gradually became completely frozen. Li Tianyou struck out with a palm, sending the boatman's corpse tumbling into the river, and then steered the boat alone deeper into the Nether Ghost Ferry.

This colorful human figure was entirely condensed from various fundamental laws, carrying a vast and complex aura. He had once encountered an avatar of the world's origin rules in the Primordial Spirit Realm, whose form and aura were extremely similar to the one before him.

Throwing a final glance at Luluo, Zhou Nan flicked his sleeves, his eyes filled with ruthlessness as he turned around.

The match still had to go on. No matter how worried one felt, the ball still had to be pitched. For the second pitch, Kimuraro's ball was off, but it failed to trick the batter. The wide-sweeping slider only brought the count to one ball and one strike.

The fox fairy looked at me quietly, a ripple appearing on her ice-cold expression. The subtle ripple slowly expanded, shifting between light and shadow in her dark pupils, and finally melted into a pool of clear blue water.

"Hold on right there. If you keep babbling like this, I'm not playing along anymore," Li Xiangyang said with feigned anger.

Sister Yu and Brother Jin had long seized an opportunity during the day to kowtow to Hong Qian. At this moment, they were both standing outside beside Xiuying; even if they didn't partake in the longevity wine, longevity noodles were still an absolute must. Outside, as Ninth Brother stood up to pour wine for Hong Qian, Xiuying nudged Brother Jin out to attend to the guests, also telling him to learn the proper ways.

Meanwhile, in the imperial palace, Emperor Chongzhen wore a Daoist robe upon which a few patches were faintly visible. He was barely twenty-0dd years old, yet his face was etched with sheer exhaustion, and bloodshot veins were faintly visible in his eyes—clearly the result of overwhelming fatigue. Seated respectfully to one side in front of him was Wen Tiren.

The opportunity arrived as promised, but it came with a colossal trouble. Judging by the old master of the Xue family's fondness for Xue Yun, the probability of Xue Zheng interfering was as high as ninety percent. Once Xue Zheng intervened, things would only head in the exact opposite direction.

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After exchanging a few pleasantries between father-in-law and son-in-law, Hong Qian was thinking of his newborn son, while Ninth Brother was eager to return so he could hear Zhangge call him "Dad" a few more times. The gathering dispersed.

Four sword auras struck the Black Fish King almost simultaneously. Aside from a burst of intense electrical light erupting across its body, the Black Fish King seemed to suffer no major injuries at all.

At first, they guessed that those supplies were brought along by the government soldiers themselves, prepared beforehand, and then whipped out during the panic.

That went without saying. Without knowing the river network, without knowing where the currents were swift or where boats could be concealed, how on earth could anyone catch a contraband salt boat?

Just like now, though his heart was clearly tethered to Chen Ying, his words and actions rarely overstepped boundaries; he had only ever accepted a few handkerchiefs with her tacit permission.

The remaining nine were severely defective products: the furthest one only dragged itself less than ten paces along the ground, while four had their primers burn out right on the spot—they went "siss" and didn't budge an inch.

Unfortunately, however, the baby's father was killed by self-preserving humans and dismembered into raw materials for various star-source weapons.

And so, Qu Qi walked aimlessly for a long while longer, her mind gradually clearing up as the wind blew against her.

Growing along the riverbed were numerous pipe-like plants, except that their outer walls were transparent, and deep blue liquid shimmering like silver seemed to flow within them.

Although Qin Yang was anxious to rush back to Qianyuan, she wasn't pressed for a day or two, so she slowly strolled through this exotic city to broaden her horizons, finding a sense of peace within.

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