Chapter 980: The Solitary Mountain Array

Among them were also men with money, but she still couldn't stand them—she thought these men had wealth without character; she wanted a man with depth and taste.

Although Rou Dao's such performance deeply moved the male journalist, they still upheld their journalistic integrity and held firm to their moral bottom line.

"There's no time to waste—do we fight or flee?" At this moment, Sanlang spoke up, asking everyone's opinion.

Li Jiayu held deep feelings for Jianghe University, especially toward Xiao Wanqing, and because of this emotion, he went all out for Jianghe University's students—he understood that Sister Wanqing couldn't let them go.

Alongside this mysterious and eerie aura, there existed another aura of the same kind, but significantly weaker.

Noticing this situation, these god-level powerhouses naturally moved toward the center of energy convergence—they needed to know what had happened. Many god-level powerhouses also wondered if some treasure had appeared in the Far North, otherwise how could such a phenomenon occur?

Hou Jiang's body floated lightly through the air and landed on the curb across the road.

Dust flew wildly, shrapnel scattered everywhere, and the entire defensive position was nearly turned upside down by the dense artillery barrage.

Seeing this, the Yue family members trembled in fear—not a single one dared consider fleeing.

He wanted to pin him down and rub his face in the dirt, but he'd already said it aloud—he couldn't expose internal conflicts to Lu Shiyao—what if, in a crisis, he still planned to use this as an excuse to act shamelessly and refuse her request?

"So it seems my Yan'er can carry this idea forward?" Su Zi asked—he knew that if his wife said it, the matter at least had a feasible chance of being accomplished.

Qing Shui Yuan Gong barely counts as a dual cultivation method of body and technique, making it far more difficult than ordinary cultivation methods focused solely on Qi refinement.

After saying this, Hannibal didn't wait for Rear Admiral Mole to reply, and led his men straight back to Impel Down, closing its great doors behind them.

Xu Jing, as if waking from a dream, lit the fire; he gripped the steering wheel with both hands—the boy in the rearview mirror was different from every previous time; his face bore no pain, regret, or sorrow—instead, they had given him rebirth.

This was the critical moment of his fusion with the Fire Lotus, and since the Golden Emperor's Burning Heaven Flame was a temporary flame, it was in a masterless state.

A colossal shadow, stretching beyond sight, suddenly appeared in the sky. Though its form was blurred and shapeless, it radiated overwhelming pressure, as if freezing the surrounding air.

At this moment, the temperature in the square before Feng City surged instantly—the scorching heatwave made the Qiang of Heijiao Region slightly uncomfortable.

During dinner, Ruan Tang mentioned Wen Xi, and the three men at the table all froze, turning to look at her.

Her only advantage was her study-abroad experience and fluent spoken language—but Ruan Tang had cut off that path; how could she possibly explain now?

Advancing from Foundation Establishment Third Layer to Fourth Layer was not easy; Li Qinghe had two strokes of fortune and acquired so many treasures that he could break through smoothly.

Mu Fan slammed his palm upward—vast true energy surged like a river, striking the face above the passage. The face rippled faintly, yet not a single crack appeared—it remained there, pale and lifeless.

"Why should I be angry? Lord Dean merely misunderstood us, which is why he acted this way. My lord is utterly loyal to the Alliance, always thinking for its benefit—I admire him too much to be angry," Ling Aotian said, bowing again to Dean.

Mu Fan could only retreat—if he didn't, he'd be severely injured. The Green Snake might defend him from fatal blows, but he didn't want to bet everything on the Green Snake's robe.

When the camp rang out with shouts of "Enemy raiding the camp!" he ordered his troops to charge out.

However, these siblings felt they'd been out since afternoon and wanted to return home early.

Tall figure, dark skin, his body brimming with unbelievable power—Wan Yingmu spun sharply and sprinted toward the edge of the battlefield.

If he hadn't come to this era and rewritten the history of Bai Men Lou, achieving the Lü Bu of today.

Feng Huo couldn't afford to lose face, so he tried to cover Xi Ri Hong's chest—he failed, took two punches, and now had black eyes.

That is, the nurse's ability, though powerful, doesn't reach the level of providing an "invincibility aura"—she can let those around her cling to one drop of blood and survive, but if they take direct damage of 100,000 points, she gives them no chance at all—then they must die.

"My lord, let's waste no more time!" Just as Granlu prepared to continue fighting Gritost, Ling Aotian's voice rang out.

"Eight Trigrams Sixty-Four Palms"—while Ba Shen Kuang was still marveling, Hyuga Neji launched another attack.

Yet while he was fully immersed in it, a pinned post on a certain website reignited a wave of fervor.

Soon, three divine lights descended from the heavens. Yunhe's mansion was shrouded in radiance—a bowl hovered above the sky. Mortals with ordinary eyes couldn't see it, yet the mansion was now completely sealed off.

"Mom, I've got a kid already, okay?" Ba Shen Ba complained bitterly to his mother Samuyi.

"I am Fu Xi, greetings to all fellow Daoists." Fu Xi returned the bow; Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun beside him also introduced themselves, all deeply impressed by the Witch Clan's methods—they knew the Witch Clan's combat was ferocious, but had never witnessed it firsthand; today, seeing the Ancestral Witch's might truly opened their eyes.

"In the future, if you need help and our clan can assist you, we will spare no effort," the clan chief said to Mu Qiu in a tone of deep reverence.

"How could you have no home? Did something happen to your parents?" Mu Ge immediately regretted his words—how could he ask such a heart-wrenching question?

Three threads of red, green, and blue light—like electric sparks—emerged from his fingertip, merging into one, integrating and harmonizing! Thus formed a stunning finger technique: 【Gui Yuan Strike】. Three distinct internal energies unified into one—his finger struck. A solid iron door, one zhang thick, was pierced through with a large hole; the residual finger energy retained its power and shattered the entire stone chamber.