Inspection

With a simple flick of the monkey's hand—and it was unclear how he had even thrown the flying blade—Lin Xuedong felt the ropes binding him loosen considerably. He hurried to wiggle, and the ropes indeed slipped right off.

Yet she was helpless as well. Ever since she had narrowly escaped being captured by terrorists last time, Chen Piaopiao knew what fear felt like. At this moment, she suddenly longed for Lei Jun. If Lei Jun were by her side, she would feel completely safe, so she begged her father to call Lei Jun and ask him to come back and protect her.

Suddenly, the series of impacts sent waves of aching soreness through his body. With a sharp crack, the commander's armor on his body shattered.

"Ha! You really thought this through. To me, it's just casual." With that, he retrieved the space gem from his storage ring and opened a dimensional gateway connecting to the City A Skynet Branch.

"Actually, it is very simple. I only need a promise. Once you agree, I will eventually integrate a part of my spiritual body completely with you. Only then will I truly and entirely belong to you," the Soul-Consuming Sword suddenly said with utmost seriousness.

"Everyone, prepare for battle! These are just small fry sent in the first wave to give us experience, but of course, don't let your guard down," shouted Daoist Xiaotong loudly. At the same time, the power of the universe surged in his hands, transforming into a Tai Chi disc that he hurled outward, followed immediately by a massive wave of ranged attacks unleashed by the professional fighters.

"That goes without saying... This year's three slots for Lin County City belong to both of them! Yuxun has already been taken away a step ahead by Elder Nalan... Still, I must trouble Elder Chen..." The city lord said with a cupped-fist salute.

Qingzhi's head emerged from the water once more, blinking her large eyes in curiosity at what Lei Ming had said.

Glancing at the place one last time, Lin Kongxue hesitated no further. He called out to Ye Guoyu, and in the next instant, a dark cloud materialized beneath his feet, carrying him high up into the sky. Ye Guoyu did not hesitate either, soaring into the upper air almost simultaneously with Lin Kongxue.

A deafening roar, like muffled thunder, resounded across the firmament, sending layers of tangible energy ripples spreading like water across the void.

Generally speaking, dark creatures that had evolved to the mutant tier, aside from growing significantly in size, would also develop quite prominent mutation characteristics.

Of course, the reason it took so much time was also because Elsa and the group of frost elementalists had not yet made their move.

Zhaoxi, hiding not far away, had first followed her to this place, then followed her to the apothecary, and now followed her here once again.

War is frequently accompanied by the spread of epidemics. If Cao Cao ran into that this time around, it is no wonder he was beaten so miserably by the allied forces of Sun and Quan.

He simply could not withstand the confusion gnawing at his heart. He was too curious, overwhelmingly curious, and desperately wanted to know the reason why Leng Muqi had come looking for him after that night.

Feeling the howling cold wind, even with Wang Mu's current physical constitution, he felt a trace of chill.

Shu Xinru's palms struck one after the other, shifting between yin and yang, differing from her previous moves, accompanied by a fierce and aggressive gale of palm wind rushing forward.

It was, in truth, a tribe established halfway up the mountain. The houses there stood at varying heights, staggered haphazardly, built of stone with vines creeping all over them.

No wonder the Elder Council wanted to keep a tight grip on these resources, for these resources were barely enough to sustain the cultivation of innate martial emperors like themselves.

Ning Yuanlan obediently leaned her face forward, letting him wipe her face clean. Only then did he take the towel and return to the bathroom.

She had originally expected them to come pick her up for some fun, but this girl truly cared more about romance than friendship, cutting her off after tossing her three words: "I'm busy," before hurriedly hanging up the phone.

"Yes, Your Highness." Seeing the undeniable refusal in her eyes, Huahao and Yueyuan stood up and withdrew from the room.

"Lanlan, let's find a place to sit." After Ling Mo's car drove away, he brought Ning Yuanlan to a nearby pavilion to sit down.

However, the terrifying pressure and boundless oppression coming from ahead left the Prophet Meng's mind completely blank, with monstrous waves churning in his heart.

"Yan'er, when will he be able to grow up? At least ten years." Dan Tai Cui knitted her brows tightly, tormented by distress.

"I am going to Donglu, and Dongfang Yan will come to pick me up shortly," Leng Xianning's voice was flat, devoid of any emotion.

Somber, oppressive, and cool-toned—it suited his personality well. After looking around the entire office, she finally walked toward the floor-to-ceiling windows, crossed her arms, and gazed at the scenery outside. The city below was laid out completely in her view: clear skies and drifting white clouds whose subtle movements evoked the very essence of summer.

These eight individuals were all elites of the valley. They had fought their way through all the obstacles and thorns along the road—a very arduous journey, though the phantom and the old ghost had it somewhat easier, and Lin Feng was also relatively relaxed.

One of these two courtyards belonged to Dugu Lanruo, and the other to the former Prince of Qin, and currently, Changsun Wugen, the Empress of the Great Tang.

When Peng Jun spoke those words, he had stopped thinking with his brain. Without even considering the consequences of slaying a Yin General, what else could Peng Jun possibly ponder?

Peng Jun was not old in years, but his tyrannical cultivation base was utterly overbearing, as could be seen simply from how he had dragged her out from under the bed with one single yank.

Of course, the two of them understood that these things, impossible to be written down on paper, carried a massive degree of uncertainty.

"Lollipop! Lollipop!" Shibu clutched Quan Jingwu's collar, the word "lollipop" unquestionably the most fluently spoken term in his vocabulary.

Ye Shangcheng's eyes were bloodshot, the large blood vessels on the side of his neck bulging. With a fist hard as iron, he smashed it fiercely into the snow mastiff's head—*thud, thud, thud*—refusing to stop until the snow mastiff's skull cracked open and red-and-white brain matter spilled all over the ground.

Qianyu was stunned for a moment, gently tapping her chin with her finger as if recalling the taste of Japanese cuisine.

Fortunately, she believed it. Otherwise, I wouldn't have known how to explain to him after I died and met him that Suixin resented him.

Upon hearing that Li Yuan had agreed, Qin Wuyuan's mother nodded at her, awkwardly stood up, clutched her lower back, and slowly shuffled toward the doorway.

Noble Consort Yun nodded. After bowing to the Empress, she finally stepped forward and walked toward the inner hall of the Empress's palace. At that moment, a trace of agitation had stirred within the Empress's heart. She turned to look at Cailan, but Cailan merely shook her head in response, filling the Empress with even deeper worry.

"You knew all along, you lied to us, you damn bastard, Merlin!" Hawkeye roared, lunging forward, only to be intercepted and held back by Nick Fury.