Chapter 26

Like the clash of steel, the collision between the individuals intensified in an instant. Boundless currents of energy surged and battered against one another. Ye Fan-tian shifted his footing, though only briefly, as the air currents roared forward like a raging giant wave toward his opponent.

Clearly, Guan Tu had pushed the true energy within his body to its absolute limit.

It was entirely white, including its roots, standing only about twenty centimeters tall. Its stamen was long and pointed, and its petals, which bloomed in opposite directions, resembled the wings of a white bird.

When Ye Wu-tian arrived at Old Man Zhuo’s office, the old man was calmly sipping tea. Seeing Ye Wu-tian enter, he showed no surprise, treating him as if he were thin air.

"Alright, alright, I was wrong," He Jiong quickly admitted his mistake. Listening to the translated message, Ling Xing laughed.

"You... when did you come out? How much of our conversation did you hear?" Li Zong-yu asked through gritted teeth.

"Someone, carry Brother Mu to the guest room to rest," Qing Hong’s eyes flashed with a dark glint. She would not let him leave until she had the deed in her hands.

This tribulation does not show mercy; anyone who intervenes will surely be blasted into oblivion by the opponent's lightning strike.

After Ran Ran collapsed, Bai Mo-zi finally moved his stiff body, suddenly feeling that his heart still ached—a deep, agonizing pain.

By now, tens of thousands of Dark players had surrounded Lushuai Town so tightly that not even water could trickle through, and more players from Shuiqi Town continued to pour in to join the commotion.

After a while, she reached up to touch her arm, thinking belatedly, had the air conditioning in the car been set too low? Why did she feel so cold?

Suo Yu gathered her thoughts, looked at the spot where Principal Huang had vanished, and patted Zhao Zi-kai on the shoulder.

Zai Zai was not the kind of child who lacked the strength to truss a chicken. Dealing with those three servants, who clearly lacked martial arts skills, was more than enough for him, though he remained grateful for the kindness shown by Hu Jin-yan’s brothers.

An engagement banquet had burdened her with so many unfounded, scandalous rumors. Ye Jiu-jiu gritted her teeth; how could she endure this? She slammed her iPad onto the bed and turned to settle the score with the culprit.

"Ready!" Rocco Lapone, Albert Neri, Willy Chichi, and several other leaders of the secret forces under the Godfather replied in unison. They had all received their assignments and had already confirmed their targets in advance.

At this moment, Wang Xiao-gui received a private message from his friend Li Ming. Others might suspect that Wang Xiao-gui’s video was Photoshopped, but Li Ming believed that Wang Xiao-gui was not lying.

Against the backdrop of those brilliant colors, Lu Zhi-heng’s perfect, refined face was momentarily dizzying, as if he were a god from on high, untouched by the dust of the mortal world.

However, as a husband and a lover, he was absolutely unwilling to see Chu Ling sacrifice her life for the Cangyun Army. With A-Ling’s strength, even if she couldn't defeat Tuoba Yin, retreating unscathed would not be a problem; his only fear was that she would refuse to do so.

In the world of the game, this item was of little help to Xu Cheng, as the Invisibility Necklace was only effective against monsters below level 20. But if brought into the real world, a piece of equipment capable of granting invisibility would absolutely cause a sensation.

The tall, thin man panicked immediately, using all his might to turn out every pocket on my body, but he could not find another cent.

Thus, the foundation of all cultivation begins with physical training. Although these people had not yet reached the realm of refining energy, they were undoubtedly the elite among men.

The method for judging the PK was for the officiating referee to issue a score, and the result was a victory for George, representing the Eastern Team.

It could be said that a few days could decide whether a film lived or died. Moreover, today, Star had joined the fray for the Lunar New Year slot, making this year’s competition even more unpredictable.

Even though he had begun to feel the unknown dark power stirring within his body, he remained indifferent.

After all, even with American professional wrestling, where so many people were beaten to death or crippled, many still claimed it was scripted. In a cooking competition where subjective judgment played such a significant role, at least things should be fair in other aspects.

Tang Hai’s target was the most ferocious type; in their hunger, they could swarm and strip a water buffalo to its skeleton in minutes.

Malena stepped out of the luxury car, ordered lunch, and shared it with Tang Hai in the car before heading off to take photos elsewhere.

Listening to the voices of those outside, the three of them exchanged a knowing look. Shao Han let out a soft breath. Honestly, she rarely encountered such grand scenes; the Mainland was different from Hong Kong and Taiwan. How should she put it? Compared to the Mainland, those places were but a speck of land.

The green crystal pulsated like a heart, and the Giant of Light seemed to be injected with a powerful source of strength.

With the rhythmic clatter of hooves, footsteps drew closer. Before long, squads of Imperial Guards appeared on both sides of the street, each wearing steel helmets and iron armor, holding sharp blades, and surrounding the entrance of the Liu residence.

Trotsky’s reaction had been quick enough, but Tukhachevsky found himself in a dilemma. Fortifying Murmansk and Arkhangelsk was necessary, but surely the Middle East could not be handled by the same method of holding the Suez Canal and the eastern coast of the Mediterranean, could it?

After composing herself for a moment, she continued, "I cannot help but blame myself. I have thought it over and over, and I suspect it is because my sister saw something she shouldn't have that day."

The curtain had fallen, and the pitch-black night allowed the defenders atop the city walls to clearly see the Turks arriving from the north.

There was no need for the two to worry. The next morning, Zhao Yunsheng was summoned to the Prince Ding's mansion, where he knelt dejectedly, listening to his eighth uncle’s lecture.

Report to the director: the "God of Wealth" has appeared. This guy is the best supporting actor; we must give him a chicken leg.