Chapter 185: Lin Mo

He Fei was the first to react, recalling the image of Chu Wange's flying sword, and blurted out without thinking:

"Watch out!"

But the moment the words left his lips, a glint of reflected light flashed past his eyes.

Instantly, his alarm spiked—he reached for his sword to meet the attack.

Yet the flying sword was utterly hidden and moved at blinding speed, flickering before him once before vanishing.

The next instant, a scream erupted from behind him.

Mai Ke stared at the letter sent from the Orcish capital, expressionless—he could tell it was written by the fox person.

Fujiwara Mieko stood motionless, a faint cold smile curling her lips; she shifted her sword lightly to deflect the incoming blade, retreating even as she parried.

Mo Fan couldn't help but murmur an admiration, leaving the others utterly baffled—none understood why Mo Fan reacted so strongly at the mention of the Ancestral Dragon.

Strange noises occasionally drifted from the forest, but whenever they listened closely, the woods fell silent again.

"He's never been to the Xu family before—could even be said he's never left the mountains. You're asking me to sneak a peek from hundreds of miles away?" Xu Qianru said, fiercely defending Meng Fan—no matter how he learned Xingyi Quan, she would always stand by him.

Liu Changfeng's skin too bore that pale green hue, altered by prolonged exposure to venom; a true internal martial artist's skin should be fine, lustrous, like pearls—yet his appeared rough and unnaturally discolored, giving him a grotesque look.

The New World Department Store in Korea features a curated selection of top-tier international brands and popular designer labels, offering many limited-edition items—a hallmark of New World.

"Fine, fine! Let me just light a cigarette! You go ahead!" Xiao Yunfei smiled, pulling out a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it; he drew a deep breath and exhaled a smoke ring directly toward Wei Lanying's face.

That night, after the sheep demon was defeated by Hong Han, people brought food to offer him as tribute.

The blue-robed youth stiffened, then his body suddenly blazed with light—radiance erupted like hidden projectiles, searing Li Meng's eyes with pain, plunging his vision into darkness.

My stomach burned as if on fire—I wanted to remember this pain, to harden my heart, but I couldn't.

Though Zhou Zheng gave his all in every match, nearly always dragging the outcome to the final moments, the outside world cared nothing for his effort—they only saw five straight losses.

But in reality, this was an atomic-level bomb for basketball media.

Her gold ring differed from others' plain bands—it bore a massive, intricate openwork floral design. Newly worn, its luster was brilliant, its color exceptionally beautiful; especially the large flower, which looked enormous on her hand.

Watching Wang Qian descend from the arena, Wang Zheng quickly squashed the idle thought that had sprung up in his excitement and walked over to support him by the arm.

Yet Lin Xiner didn't even glance at her—her gaze remained fixed on the doorway, the very direction in which Bai Zhengnan's wife had fled.

As expected, not long after Q City received its first snowfall, Zhang Cuilian had reduced her workload; her trips to Yang Zhuang changed from daily to every few days.

Avril took the tape, her expression one of utter disbelief, then opened it and began to listen.

"I'll win this game for you," Rasheed LaMonte said, clenching his fist and speaking firmly to KG.

The man's long, thick lashes, softened in stillness, blurred the sharpness of his otherwise rugged features; his slightly furrowed brows seemed to hold deep, hidden sorrows, locked away with the crease between them.

This place was far from there—unlikely to harbor any spiritual beasts. He stepped out and caught a wild rabbit.