Chapter 276: The Strongest Martial Master

Wo Jiang heard this and quickly picked up the photo to examine it closely, then passed it to Tierbicz and Bismarck beside him.

Seeing Li Dao truly extend her ear toward him with no guard at all, Meng Luo suddenly felt a sense of unreality, then swallowed hard to calm her nerves.

The eyes of the three neighborhood committee aunts involuntarily drifted toward Yang Wei's lower half, silently shaking their heads.

"The Gold-Devouring Clan has no reason to retreat; the death of one Apostle cannot affect the overall situation. The only possible reason for their action is this—the Devourer is about to succeed," said King Fast.

Earning sect contributions to exchange for elixirs, though fifty thousand sect contributions seem daunting, it's merely a matter of time if one works hard enough.

When he opened his eyes again, he could see only Oli's two large ears still on the ground.

Holding onto this slim, nearly impossible hope, he settled down here. He would wait, waiting for her possible return.

When he was still three meters away, Chen Feiyu lunged at Li Wang, who was still lost in thought; Li Wang was knocked down without any preparation. Just as he was about to react, he felt something hard pressed against his head—he had dealt with robbers for years and knew it was a gun.

"Hey hey hey! Handsome, didn't you hear me calling you?" Chang Jianfeng waved repeatedly at the male server.

As they spoke, the two arrived at the main building; upon entering, they saw three massive scrolls hanging in the room—the Heaven Scroll purple, the Earth Scroll golden, the Human Scroll cyan.

Xu Changqing remained unaware of all this, returned home, and collapsed into sleep immediately, overwhelmed by the day's troubles.

After devouring the sensational gossip, the group returned to Ronghui Garden in high spirits; Nai Nai had thoughtfully prepared tea and snacks for them.

Qing Han was puzzled—he had been fighting the Eight Precepts Demon King, so why was he here now? For now, he'd set aside such questions.

The table was filled to the brim; after finishing the pastry in her hand, Luo Qiange said nothing and immediately began eating breakfast.

Among the many inner-disciples, it was rare for anyone to produce materials from a third-rank beast.

He immediately dragged the man aside and, relying on the combat skills he'd learned at school, easily subdued the large man.

But did they spend the entire day together today? Did they eat lunch alone?

This sea area, though small, was filled with hidden reefs and deep trenches; even one with the power to fly through sky and tunnel through earth could easily vanish within it, hard to detect.

Yan Yutian threw back his head and laughed loudly, unleashing brutal moves to completely sever Qu Xingyue's escape routes—leaving him no chance even to become a ghost, let alone reincarnate.

Qin Dong struck suddenly; the event was unexpected, and even though both were Flying Heaven experts, neither reacted in time.

They flew over mountains, over fields, over rivers, gradually returning to Tuoyan's home—by then, night had fallen.

One table held several shirtless burly men, their voices thunderous, apparently discussing the city's largest family, the Nangong Clan.

Bian Cheng actually wanted to ask: what had he felt when he learned his former self was merely a string of code? And what emotions did he now hold toward those subordinates, friends, and subjects in the Crystal Palace?

Suddenly, Mo Li's entire form was enveloped in a silvery glow; no one could see his appearance, nor could any spiritual sense probe his information.

"Why won't they die?" Xiao Lang muttered, his face tense with anxiety, raising his voice.

The Federation's system isn't complex—it's merely divided into the Political Department and Military Department—but its hierarchical tiers are numerous, making it cumbersome and slow to advance.

"Tim, what are you doing? Do you intend to attack me right here?" Qian Mo took a light step forward, hands behind his back, looking up at Tim with a dark tone.

Zheng the Young Master had wealth, while Shen the Uncle had talent. The outcome—talent defeating wealth—was unrealistic, yet it truly happened, witnessed by over three hundred students of Yue University, creating a miracle.

The coffee shop door opened; Xia swayed her hips, entering with captivating grace, glanced at the bitter coffee on the table, and snapped her fingers.

He vaguely sensed something had just occurred, but upon careful recollection, the only memory was Jie's utterance of "wish fulfilled," followed by overwhelming pain sweeping through his body—nothing else remained.

To make the government office function properly and to motivate subordinates to perform their duties, money is indispensable.

Lucifer scanned everyone present; they sat in silence, all eyes fixed on him, listening as if he were recounting a horror story—everyone knew only Lucifer had ever ventured into the Primordial Chaos, and had bargained with those Primordial Lords using his wisdom.

Su Xinyue said: "That's truly a pity—if Yue Ling had joined, the first place might not have gone to Tianqi." She playfully rolled her eyes at Tianqi.

After the award ceremony ended, the winning servants came forward one by one to kowtow and pay respects to the Ancestor, thanking him.

A gong rang; the East City Military Office personnel departed; Qiu Liang and others, fearing the merchants might pursue them, quickly mounted their horses and left.

Not long after, the car began to jolt; outside, the rustling sound confirmed they had left the city—the road ahead was a dirt track.

Jia Rui had passed the provincial examination; Jia Dai Ru was naturally overjoyed. He insisted on throwing a banquet to celebrate, using the occasion to boast about the success of his family education.

Shanmu Chimu involuntarily nodded—he couldn't help but crave such power! He already possessed the highest wealth in this world.

Afterwards, she called Jing Yuanwu; upon receiving Jian Jianan's call, Jing Yuanwu immediately drove to Jian Jianan's doorstep to pick him up. Jing Yuanwu had been awake all night searching for Jian Jianan; seeing Jian Jianan's pale face, he suddenly didn't know what to say.

"I knew it was all an illusion…" Thomas said, somewhat smugly, to Aphimiler.

Thinking of this, even Gu Zeyan himself was startled—when had he begun wanting to spend his entire life with her?

In truth, Sheldon was somewhat pleased about the emergence of his fourth demonic mark, but only mildly so.

Many people placed bets, staking their life savings, even selling cars and houses just to join in.

Gu Zeyan had always hated begging humbly—but this time, he had to lower his pride, desperately grabbing the nearby policeman, his voice filled with pleading.