Chapter 64

Legend has it that the ten-thousand-year spiritual milk is only possessed by a few supreme families such as the Long family, the Tu family, and the Gong family, and even among them, only a few dozen drops are produced each year.

The seventh rank allows one to resonate with the heavens and the earth, granting immense boosts regardless of what is used. It can be said to be a massive dividing line; those who surpass the seventh rank are transcendents standing above thousands.

That army was dressed in bizarre attire. The vanguard rode fierce tigers and wild wolves, the soldiers wore tall, straight, pointed caps and white cloth garments, and instead of long spears or lances, the weapons in their hands were soul-snatching banners.

If it truly is him, then regarding Leng Bukang's martial prowess, we cannot tell whether he stands above or below that shadowy figure. Although we have yet to find any record of defeat for Leng Bukang, the world is vast and full of wonders, and we still harbor some concerns.

Upon seeing this man of about thirty, everyone from the Chuandong City Police Department was momentarily stunned, and some even wore expressions of shock.

Then, for the first time! For the first time in the All-Star game, Joe Johnson called for the ball! Rondo, who was playing the point guard position at the moment, was also taken aback for a second, but still passed the ball over.

Ling Dang struggled desperately, but in return received only the unbridled mockery of the primordial spirit of the Chaos Ancestral Beast.

Hong Xiang dashed swiftly across the mountain toward Xu Chu's direction, calculating that he would successfully rendezvous in another moment or two, when he suddenly saw Xu Chu turn around and charge back into battle, causing great alarm in his heart.

The leader guided us step by step toward the rear, and we all knew that the intention was to surround that fellow.

To be honest, everyone had heard more or less from their respective families about the deep secrets of the Chiyou Continent.

Lu Ping hurriedly tried to decline, but Zhao Ji merely smiled and gave instructions to prepare a noon banquet, bestow a seat of honor, and have Lu Ping accompany them.

This was a reminder to Li Qingzhao to keep family ties in mind and not be swayed by the impulses within her heart.

At first glance, the solitary boat gave one a dreamlike and illusory feeling, but upon a second look, it appeared entirely ordinary with nothing particularly striking about it, save for a flickering lamp hanging at the bow.

The Heavenly Roc and the others were equally worried and anxious. This was their pillar of strength, the elder most respected by these ancient beasts, and they worried even more than Tian Fan and his companions.

On December 20th, Zhao Zhenzhong and others held an expanded meeting of the Party, government, and military in Haiyuan, determining the future development path of the Northwest Base Area and outlining the combat direction for the People's Army in the coming year.

Without a second thought, Angel vaulted over the ship's rail, which was over three stories high. She did not even materialize her combat dance suit, simply adjusting her body's balance in mid-air and using a rolling motion to land safely on the sandy ground.

Thus, the two of them began addressing each other as "Brother Zhangsun" and "Brother Minshen," leading others to mistakenly assume they were bosom friends of many years!

Before his voice had even faded, Director Du's phone rang; true to form, it was a notification telling him to attend a welcome meeting on Monday.

Regarding the statement made by the one who called himself this Dao Lord, although given the other's strength there was no need to deceive him, Liyang still did not entirely believe it. Putting aside whether such a place as the netherworld truly existed, if even someone of the other's strength could not enter alone, how could he possibly hope to get in by himself?

A half-month later, Chen Mengqi was discharged from the hospital, and Ye Ming took her to his home, accompanying and caring for her whenever he had free time, while urging her to take her medicine.

A knowledgeable insider in the jewelry industry suddenly spoke up to explain, drawing gasps of surprise and admiration from the surrounding crowd. Everyone fixed their eyes on the necklace inside the case; under the dim lighting, it still emitted a dazzling radiance, and the pendant, shaped like a graceful and elegant swan, exuded an undeniable aura of nobility.

Gu Simeng was nearly knocked off her feet by the collision, and the person who bumped into her merely glanced at her briefly before breaking into a hurried run.

Upon hearing this, Jiu Chengkong was so furious that his face twisted out of shape. If you want to refuse, just refuse, why make up so many excuses? I take you as a disciple, and you're worried about bearing the burden?

Jiang Pian crawled over in a dog-like fashion, stopping a zhang away from Han Xin's spear tip, kowtowing incessantly with a mournful expression. Just a zhang ahead, the spear tip was still dripping blood beads; the blood was still warm, trickling between his fingers, causing Jiang Pian to shiver all over and kowtow even more vigorously.

Lifting his hand to check his watch, he saw it was already half-past nine, yet the chairman had still not appeared. Could something have happened? Yuan Hao clenched his hands together unconsciously, maintaining a stern and serious expression on the surface—at the least, he could not let the shareholders see any clues. For now, he could only wait for the chairman to come and take charge of the overall situation.

Although Modi had just treated them to an astonishing battle, in the presence of this old man, that feat appeared utterly insignificant.

True to form, securing an audience with a Heavenly King was indeed a difficult task. Shenghuo Wu had recovered her memories, but Shen Aoshan had not, making it awkward for Li Wan to bring up their past acquaintance or bluntly state that he was her husband.

The Demon-Sealing Chain, under the attack of the Dark Hunter's power, was instantly struggling to hold on, and the formation grew dim and shaky, making everyone's hearts leap into their throats.

Watching Qin Zhenghuang's car drive away, He Man felt as though a thorn had been planted in her heart, yet within her dim gaze flickered a trace of ruthlessness.

Was this not a disguised way of scolding him for serving him right, for sinking to the level of a patient? What was the use of earning countless silvers?

"Many thanks, Senior Brother!" Gao Feng grabbed the wine gourd at his waist, took a deep gulp, and flew off toward the Hall of Affairs.

After all, earlier when Huo Mingjie arrived in Beijing, because he hadn't gone in disguise, he was recognized directly on the plane and forced to sign a few autographs.

Before the sentence was finished, the camera lens was splattered with a patch of blood beads. The mouths of the two people holding the flags were still moving, but their voices had ceased. A few seconds later, their heads, severed by some unknown means, slid to the ground and rolled around with a dull sound, immediately followed by surrounding chaos and screams as the video abruptly ended.

Three flying knives soared out from Jiang Min's body, vanishing into the midst of the army with a single turn, followed by the eruption of three distinct auras belonging to Grand Masters, which then abruptly subsided.

He would then pronounce death sentences one by one upon those whose interrogations were complete, and drag them out for beheading on the morrow.

Jiang Min did not wake up, but instead continued to immerse himself in the ocean of the Dao of spatial rules, paying no heed to anything else.

Sun Wutian forcibly suppressed his urge to vomit as his blade suddenly veered, and with a thunderous roar, a surge of saber Qi violently erupted.

Luo Xuefei could not bear to push her younger brother away; she gently brushed his hand aside and offered him a strained smile.

Whether it was the Saint Sovereign Seven Nights' sword strike or Jiang Ming's defense against that blow, both far exceeded their comprehension.

"How many times have you said thank you tonight?" His gaze fixed upon her, carrying an alluring intensity.