Volume One, Chapter 20: Visitors from the Lu Family?

If given the choice again, fully aware of the true value of the Dragonbone, he might still choose the Divine Power of the "Universe Sleeve" and the Midnight Beauty.

“Thank you, Aunt Yang,” Xiao Yao said. Upon hearing this, he instinctively glanced at Su Qingrou, feeling a warmth in his heart, then proceeded toward the dining table.

Qu Mengyao was quite perceptive; after all, she was a refined lady from a noble family and would never pester a man relentlessly.

All participants returning from Russell Islet were eligible to join. Within the designated time, those who obtained thirty identity locators would advance to the third round of the competition.

When a policeman reaches his level, he is indeed a clever man, and clever men are mostly cunning. Although his words seemed positive, the focus was misplaced—it was clearly Xu Min assisting the police. If anything happened and they came to him, it would be his duty to respond without hesitation. Yet, he spoke as if Xu Min were pleading with him.

The frenzied crowd heard the voices of two disciples from the Sword Sect. Turning around, they happened to witness both disciples falling to the ground.

The imperial physician was performing acupuncture on Lady Meng, while Dong Qinyan signaled him not to bow. Together with Wen Boyun, they stood by watching.

With the death of the Woma Sect Leader, the magical array in the sky trembled before shattering completely. On the ground, the numerous Woma beasts lost vitality, their movements sluggish. They were slaughtered by the Alliance members, seemingly without resistance.

The Supreme Emperor of Bliss was such an ultimate being, clad in a golden robe, draped with the imperial dragon robe, hands clasped behind his back, feet treading upon the heavens.

After a moment, he suddenly felt himself sitting somewhere unknown. Hastily regaining composure, he realized he was seated on a stone bench before his master's thatched cottage, beside him stood a robed Taoist calmly observing him.

Though Warlock Warwick had lived in Zaun's lower districts all his life, he had followed Heimerdinger for over a decade. Since his master was a leading figure of Piltover's upper echelon in technology, Warwick was aware of some of Piltover’s affairs.

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“This young man’s fate is tied to Noxus’s fortune for the next hundred years. Do you understand?” Swain gazed at his most cherished disciple with a hint of helplessness.

Zhao Ming remained optimistic, not believing that relying on those useless Da Qi dark guards could lead to tracking their group. Moreover, he was confident none of the dozen or so trapped Luan Yi Guards in Qingzhou City would betray Southern Chu by selling them out.

The two clones exchanged glances before following closely behind. For the greater good, these few must not reveal their identities even in despair.

Garen did not kneel initially, but the next moment, an overwhelming pressure forced his entire body to tremble uncontrollably. He finally gave in, half-squatting and kneeling on the ground.

He suddenly wondered if cultivation truly existed in this world, and if his master could be considered a genuine immortal.

At this moment, everyone had just emerged from the printer. Seeing the scene, all screamed at Wolf Uncle’s new abilities.

The Siren of Song frolicked freely in the sea, swimming gracefully. Around her, hundreds of sea creatures diligently guarded her safety. Within a fifty nautical mile radius of her location was a forbidden zone for all creatures.

His Royal Highness the Prince rose, looked up at his father, noticing the worry etched on his face. Knowing troubling news might have reached the kingdom, he thought the appearance of Garen and his sister today was a rare joy that might lift his father’s spirits.

If that were truly the case, wouldn’t he and Chen Ning be trapped alive on the floating isles of Snow Dragon Valley?

Most human immortals became laborers after ascending; a member of a great family at the Da Cheng realm could easily trample you.

“I wouldn’t dare! What you said implies using secondhand moves. But we still have to press on; I won’t rest. Just make your move,” Qiao Kong said with a self-mocking shake of his head.

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Zheng Xuan, a master of expression management, was impeccable, managing to feign innocence with wide, blinking, naive eyes as she looked at Pei Hengwu.

“If I had accepted recognition back then, I should have been far stronger than the sixth rank,” Bai Qi shook his head, admitting his own stubbornness. Though somewhat unwilling to accept the Grand Commander’s demeanor, given his current decline in realm, reaching the sixth rank was already satisfying. He believed that, with time, he could improve further.

Zhuo Yun had maintained this state for many days. The Jade Pool had only allowed him to grasp the principles of the Ten Great Techniques, not to create new ones. Yet, Zhuo Yun remained unable to comprehend fully.

“How could this be? Chu Yun, you are the Grand Commander’s son, the heir of the Yang Sword, absolutely capable. You could do it before; this time is no different. The Yang Sword symbolizes light and justice. You are no evil spirit—how could you fail to draw it?” the High Priest questioned in puzzlement.

In a certain corner, Zhuge Qingzhao’s beautiful eyes widened. No wonder she always felt Ouyang Qian was somewhat familiar.

Though unaware of their exact grievances, this war seemed to have some connection to herself.

The monk was exceptionally agitated. Being the leader was no easy task. But after clarifying matters tonight, it was evident that his dozen brothers were killed by the Wang family’s men. They had neither betrayed him nor the Ma family. Those who claimed they betrayed the Ma family could now keep silent.

Yin Tianyu’s gaze swept among the guests but never found anyone from Xi Nanxing’s faction.

Zhu spoke, clutching his chest, his handsome brows furrowing in pain. Shangguan Jin, puzzled, also placed a hand on his own chest. His heartbeat was normal, but suddenly, realizing something, he grabbed Zhu’s wrist and took his pulse. Shangguan Jin’s expression turned grave.