Chungking Express

Unfortunately, the Spirit Hall and the Elder Palace belonged to different administrative branches. To prevent any leaks of information, Salas remained completely oblivious to the fact that the Heaven Dou Crown Prince was actually Qian Renxue in disguise.

Malfa was extremely persistent about this matter, and his tone was dead serious. Ning Yongxue could only admit that he had never dealt with anyone quite like him. Both the situation and the man had arrived so abruptly that he was caught somewhat off guard.

The earthen fist of the clay figurine collided violently with the fiery fist of the blazing beast, instantly scorching the surrounding forest into a barren wasteland reminiscent of flowing magma.

"Nothing to fear, look who I, God Qin, am. Someone who knows the dirty tricks of television stations inside out is hardly going to fret over a master psychologist!"

Now that City Tianyi had already taken action, the subsequent movements of the group of five would need to be expedited.

Well, safety first then. Once Lord Li had spoken, no one dared to object further. They all tied ropes around their waists and began descending into the river, making quite a spectacle of it.

He had conducted numerous tests before. Beast soldiers built upon exotic beast carcasses possessed a flexibility a hundred times greater than metal, making such a malfunction impossible. It must have been damaged from hitting the ground when he was hunted down by that demonic beast just moments ago.

While they were called sharp tips, once any object is magnified beyond a certain scale, it ceases to have any relation to concepts like "sharp" or "pointed."

It would be a miracle if things ended well. Xu Jiao did not know how the eldest prince had died, but she was certain it was inextricably linked to Lord Li.

Before Bryce could reply, a sharp whistle echoed from the distant woods, followed by a red signal flare plunging from the sky.

The attack came so suddenly that Gongsun Ba and Tie Niuer had no time to intervene. Gongsun Ba bellowed, "Nangong Po, if you dare harm a single hair on the marshal's head, I swear I will fight you to the bitter death!" Wanyan Zonghan drew his curved blade, prepared to pounce the very instant Nangong Po made a move.

The moment she laid eyes on the youth, the voice of Midnight exploded within her mind, tearing him to shreds and dismissing him as utterly worthless.

"Don't panic yet!" Reaching out to stop Tenten, Neji's gaze involuntarily narrowed with a gloomy expression as he stared at the distant patch of grass.

Scarcely had his voice faded when the ship lurched violently once more. Two soldiers on the deck were flung directly into the sea. Before they could even struggle back up, something dragged them beneath the surface, leaving them vanishingly out of sight.

Harden tried to make one last effort, reaching down to swipe at the basketball in Chu Yang's grip, but instead struck Chu Yang's arm directly. Realizing this, Harden hardened his resolve and simply wrapped his arms around Chu Yang's, intending to use a tactical foul to halt his advance.

A mocking smile lingered on Long Jianfei's expression—the same wicked grin as before. He glanced at Ye Ling.

Seeing her father in this state, Ye Ling felt the spirit that had already begun to recover within her elevate once more.

"Well said." It was rare to hear the matriarch chide her grandson, and Mr. Cheng knew at once that she disapproved of Cheng Yuan sneaking the wine as well, so he made a show of dragging Cheng Yuan out from behind her.

With a resounding crash, Hanzo the Salamander kicked his chair flying. As he rose and strode away, the expressions of all the high-ranking officials turned bitter and strained.

"Chu Yang, I admit, he is an exceptional interior player," Lavar Ball conceded without a moment's hesitation.

"Have some food sent up to him later," Ye Feng said as he watched Ye Xingtian depart, turning to instruct the domestic helper. The helper acknowledged the order, and after casting one last glance at the empty staircase where his son had vanished, Ye Feng turned to go and have his meal.

Upon hearing the commercial's message, Zheng Yiping's companions had not yet reacted, but their gazes had already instinctively drifted toward the television.

Xu Feiiong: "My Lord, how is it that we've circled right back to this? Didn't I tell you last time that between us we only discuss poetry, never romance? If you insist on keeping this up, Sir, I shall find myself in a difficult position."

Pity that after failing thrice, Qiao Chuan suddenly had a flash of insight on the fourth attempt and finally got it right.

A violent, turbulent aura suddenly erupted from Sha Wujing, and the nine skull necklaces around his neck began to radiate countless wisps of murky, hazy black Qi.

While Ye Feng was busy comforting Wei Zhenzhen, Bian Bufu's gaze flickered. Seizing the opportunity without the slightest warning, he launched a sudden assault. His body dissolved into a dark, lingering afterimage as he struck out with a single palm aimed directly at Ye Feng's back.

Not only were his scattered bones reassembled into a seated skeletal avatar, but his entire skeleton had turned as black as ink, shimmering with faint, ominous dark radiances.

Beneath her veil, Meng Xin wore the knowing smile of one who had seen it all, pursing her lips and gesturing with her hands as if to say the choice to advance or retreat was entirely his.

San Qifen had already prepared his neck for the blade, but the moment he finished speaking, his opponent withdrew his sword. The blade vanished into thin air just as mysteriously as it had appeared. By then, the cold sweat soaking San Qifen's back had already drenched his clothes.

Aside from Ye Kaicheng's bedroom, there were several guest rooms here. Xu Zuoyan opened each one to inspect them. Although they were all impeccably clean, none satisfied him because none of them featured the massive bed found in Ye Kaicheng's room.

"It simply means they weren't strong enough," Jiang Dong never believed in the notion of someone being a natural nemesis. Once you are strong enough yourself, who could ever overpower you?

As for the Armored Turtle Spirit Sage, having already unleashed his True Avatar of the Martial Soul during his battle with Liu Erlong, his defensive power had reached a terrifyingly formidable level. Consequently, Bailu aimed the railgun directly at the Spirit Sage's head.

Hearing that Xia Fangyuan had arrived, Gong Qianqian immediately hopped over cheerfully and linked her arm through Xia Fangyuan's.

Perhaps ten or twenty years from now, when reflecting on this 73-win season, Yi Jianlian would recall far more than just the outcome; he would remember every trial and experience of this extraordinary journey.