Chapter 954

"So powerful! Your cultivation has already reached this level!" Tianxiang Immortal, dragged here by Gu Xiao, gasped for breath twice, then stared in shock at the man beside her.

With a loud shout, he unleashed three brutal, ferocious punches straight at Chen Xingyu.

Qiye frowned slightly at this—was this little girl stupid or naive? Just because he'd just rescued her from human traffickers?

If it had been Karin instead of Lin Xiu who went to the meeting, she could have easily handled the opponent.

The mother insect's body seemed to have exploded from within, a massive blood-filled hole at its center, held together only by fragments around the edges.

"Yes!" Gu Xiao nodded; it wasn't something shameful, and he had no desire to hide it.

Shinnai Ten, being a ninja of Kirigakure Village, hadn't specifically trained in classic Water Release techniques, but he still recognized the opponent's moves at a glance—he saw the combination of Water Release: Water Whip and Lightning Release: Earth Traverse.

Danxin exclaimed, "How did they manage that? We all took random routes." He glanced at some others.

At dusk, the imperial envoy's procession arrived beside the Dingguo Duke's mansion and the former Wang Fu of the Princess.

Video evidence confirms that, though individually the augmented soldiers are no match for the Green Giant or Electric Man, they're still countless times stronger than ordinary humans.

Expert! Zhang Jialiang silently assessed—this man was undoubtedly a master; motionless, he was harmless, but once he moved, the heavens and earth would tremble.

Qin Weiguo spoke bluntly; Zhang Jialiang sensed the protection in his words and felt a quiet gratitude.

The Tuoba clan had long lived in seclusion here, struggling to survive; but with the Fan Tian Sect as their "backing," their lives improved markedly, and for over a decade they'd encountered few troubles.

Chen Wang's eyes widened in horror as he stared at Emperor Yuan Cheng's cold expression, frantically banging his head against the ground.

With every fall, Wu Yue delivered a corresponding "punishment"—either breaking an arm, a leg, or crushing his finger bones outright.

His face was deathly pale, crimson blood staining his lips, his eyes filled with rage; not only those present, but even Song Tian himself had never imagined he'd behave so unbecomingly at Piaomiao Academy.

After finishing the call with Sheng Yan, Li Jiayu received an email forwarded by Zong Cheng—from the director of Weixiang Market, stating that, based on their communications, Weixiang had drafted a termination agreement for Jimu's review, proposing a peaceful separation with no liability on either side, and requesting Jimu's signature.

Watching her eyes gradually brighten, Lu Shiyu's mood lifted slightly; he could guess what had happened in her home, but he wouldn't ask.

They instinctively looked up at the rain pouring down like a curtain, mentally cursing the Secret Realm's master's ancestors for generations.

"No. Go back first—otherwise, when Third Master returns and doesn't find you, he'll worry." Ye Mucheng chuckled softly, then drove off.

"You really read it all?" Kanemasa Asai wasn't sure; he asked again. Lu Bu maintained the same expression, giving a slight nod, yet his posture was impeccable—so polished, he hadn't even risen from his seat.

Though Cameron and Motti were political figures, today their purpose was simple: football, and nothing but football.

"Seiko, those are Yukishiro, Emirudo, and Akunomu—the legendary Lake Gods of Pokémon!" Dr. Keshi Lan recounted the myths of the Sinnoh region to Seiko, who listened with great interest; the unfamiliar Pokémon names fascinated her deeply.

This was the most terrifying part—not even knowing the most basic facts, one could only rely on guesses.

Ye Xiubai helplessly curled his lips, watched Ye Chuyang enter the bathroom, then rolled off the bed, picked up the bathrobe beside him, and followed inside.

As soon as he stepped in, a clamor hit him—the street teemed with people, shops lined both sides, and numerous street vendors filled the sidewalks with cries of sale.

"Spiritual entity?" Lu Bu hadn't expected that even after being reborn into the Pokémon world, he'd still encounter supernatural phenomena. Already, his reincarnation into the Pokémon world was bizarre enough—now even something as fantastical as a spiritual entity appeared; what couldn't appear next?

These past few days, Ye Xiubai had been busy, but he still saw Ye Chuyang off at the airport when he left to film the show.

Feeling a sudden pang of grievance, Ye Miao sniffled, poured out the water, and began sweeping up the scattered hairs on the floor.

With so many people shouting, even Xu Rong himself felt a jolt—he truly feared Dong Zhuo's base would be raided. Dong Zhuo's three largest armies: one had marched to Ji Zhou to fight that "Huang Tian Emperor," another was looting and burning in Luoyang, and the rest were all right here.

At that time, Liu Yu, the Governor of Youzhou, had already smashed his head against a pillar to avoid becoming the last emperor; Gongsun Zan seized the opportunity to absorb Liu Yu's land and troops, legitimately occupying the entire Liaoxi region, sharpening his blades toward Ji Zhou—he was riding high, bloated with pride.

"Then tell me, why did you borrow a camera from the photographer? We all know about this—why did you do it?" Liu Zhenzhen's tone remained aggressive.

Similar incidents occurred across every corner of Xuxian. It was a vast, meticulous, premeditated arrest operation—no corrupt officials, no assassins, could escape the colossal hand woven into Xuxian's very foundation.

Fang Qin alerted Li Jiayu. Li Jiayu left the company precisely at six, asking Fang Qin to keep an eye on things.

"His hair's grown long—cut it short before lice infest it. Send it to me." Ye Miao rolled her eyes deliberately, thinking this expression must resemble the original Ye Miao's. Changing Ye Miao had to be gradual—too sudden would backfire.

Thus the living room was this way—about the same size as her bedroom, lit by a dim yellow lamp, even poorer in natural light than her room, dark throughout; on the table sat a bowl, its fried rice piled high to the brim.