Chapter 50

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The old minister cleared his throat. How could Li Bubai, so shameless, have known he secretly went to see that scandalous Painted Skin? After the two Dharma protectors left, Tang Yuntian and Senior Brother Chen in the white robe wasted no time and quickly headed to the residence of the eldest senior brother of the Wuji Sect. Of course, Senior Brother Chen also asked Tang Yuntian about the grudge with the Law Enforcement Hall. It was truly unexpected that the leader of Gu Lou was none other than the former war god of the Splendid Dynasty, Prince Rong. Bai Guo turned around and pressed his other ear against the door to listen. At that moment, voices could be heard inside the room. When Ren Dong heard Huang Dabao’s words, his arm still propped on the table, but his gaze no longer fixed; it flickered uncertainly. Moreover, the Fiery Demon Lord had been overconfident and rushed to kill Tang Yuntian without adequate preparation, only to be unexpectedly outwitted and killed by Tang Yuntian. If the Fiery Demon Lord had another chance, he would not be so rash to confront Tang Yuntian. Indeed, status determines everything; with status and power, even an unreasonable voice can be made to sound reasonable. Perhaps sensing the complexity of the current situation, it did not say much but immediately gave Yang Yi a promise. Bu Qiyan prayed silently in her heart: “Don’t look, don’t look, may the captain see nothing.” As usual, Ling Cheng returned. This child had already taken office as the leader of the Tongtian Sect for some time. Just as the guard finished speaking, a falling star crashed into the courtyard with a loud bang. Tang Tiande’s legs suddenly sank, then he clenched his fists as a surge of earthy yellow light wildly swirled, an astonishing power rippling between heaven and earth, gradually condensing into his fists.

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Glancing at the numbers on the elevator display, Mo Chen steadied himself and smiled wryly. Despite being a staunch materialist, how could he be frightened by a patient’s words? With that thought, Mo Chen resolutely proceeded to the eighteenth floor. Li Linhao’s hand holding the knife trembled, and his voice was devoid of strength, lacking any tone. Under the night sky, the shimmering azure lightning illuminated everyone’s faces in the front courtyard; the mix of green and red light cast uncertain shadows across their features. Yaoyao ignored me and hung up the phone directly! I hadn’t noticed the call waiting; several missed calls were from Biao Ge. I hurriedly called back, suspecting something urgent. Feather’s mother’s eyes were red with worry, with Shui Qing’s mother Jiang Ru and Ye’s mother trying to comfort her, but to little avail. I took the towel Xinyi handed me and wiped my face. There was indeed blood. Touching my face, there were swollen patches but no breaks. Looking at the gloves before me, the blood stains belonged to Jin Peng. I wiped again with the towel and then threw it into the nearby trash bin. Xiao Yu retracted his Dou Qi shield and calmly returned to his seat in the arena. Amid the many gazes fired at him, Xiao Yu was unperturbed, sensing most were filled with admiration and respect. “Not good, attack! Golden Spear Blazing Sun.” The Taiyan God’s long spear thrust fiercely toward the Fire Spirit, embodying an indestructible golden spear technique. Naturally, Xiao Yu dared not sit idly by, mentally cursing the old man’s ruthlessness—one wrong word and a fight broke out. He truly didn’t understand how the old man attained such heights. Xiao Yu didn’t glance at Shatran because he had just used a material attack, which rendered Lied’s defensive artifact useless. I don’t know when I fell asleep, but in my dreams, countless chaotic visions appeared, with nearly everyone I knew making an appearance. Wu Jie showed no sign of fleeing; from afar, he shouted loudly at the grim-faced benefactor bearing an ominous fate.

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The overwhelming palm force vanished without a trace. Zhou Dao, astonished, felt a chill creeping over him. To his alarm, frost had formed around him, and the ground was blanketed in white. “Since there’s no anomaly, no need to trouble ourselves further. Think carefully about the matter of the Water God’s divine seat.” The veins on the Heavenly Lord’s forehead throbbed violently, but he restrained the urge to curse Ruoli. By the hopeless riverside, the Heavenly Lord watched quietly, curious how long the isolated Chu Yuan could endure. This vast desert stretched immeasurably, and even with the best luck, it would take at least half a month to cross. Contestants Yao Lanjing and Zilong had revised their entries countless times, and last night Yao Lanjing was inspired to sketch several drafts to show Zilong early the next morning. All of this slowly changed at Mo Yuchen’s place. Previously, she evaded and denied her feelings, but this time she finally opened her heart and accepted him, nurturing a tender thought within. He glanced at Ruo Yu, whose bright eyes gazed sorrowfully as if a child pleading for forgiveness after making a mistake. Zeyan came here on business, initially hesitating whether to keep her close. If not, he could simply set a barrier around the entire Qingchen Palace, but she would undoubtedly be more troubled, perhaps even angering him. As his words fell, he suddenly raised his palm, and the Azure Dragon staff in his hand instantly magnified hundreds of times, crashing down like a towering mountain upon Lin Yu.