Chapter 374: Again the Retro Assessment! The Sun-Moon Endgame!

Worse still, at the critical moment, Song Yang gave the order to attack the magistrate of Baohan County. I, Xiong Er, had just pushed forward desperately, and now that battle was about to start, I was shoved back again.

Moreover, judging from their current positions, the other three had formed a pincer formation around me, with the purple-robed man at its core.

Xiong Yu let out a deep sigh, sheathed his sword, and slowly walked toward the door. He suddenly felt the urge to step outside—perhaps a walk might dispel the ripples in his heart.

The joy on their faces was replaced by profound shock; all disciples now looked at Duan Chen with even greater envy and admiration.

That means Shangqing, Yusheng, and Taiqing could each become a Saint at any moment, so they first eliminated Jinling Shengmu, then Lei Zhenzi, and finally turned to me.

After this incident, Tang Qie's status in the Tang Clan rose instantly; from then on, all Tang Clan disciples knew one thing: Tang Qie might be proud, but he had every right to be.

She wore a light purple gauze robe, her black hair cascading down to her waist. No makeup, no ornaments. Her pale face was bare, save for a single dot of cinnabar between her brows. Barefoot, her delicate lotus soles resting on the ground, she stood there gracefully.

Though it was her first time, Lin Feng still drove himself to complete seven rounds on Feng Yuxi, flooding her body with countless fluids. Their battlefield shifted from the bed to the bathtub, then back again to the bedroom.

Blade flashes lit the heavens. Bone palms loomed, casting countless bone shadows. The battle between them was far beyond Liu Feng's ability to perceive.

He had no chance to react! From the moment the invisible, transparent blade struck him to the instant he flipped and landed face-down on the lava lake, less than a breath passed.

The illusions merged and reformed, finally becoming several spirit forms, each towering several zhang tall, wielding staffs, wearing ornate crowns, with beast heads and human bodies.

After shedding her coat, Mo Erya's Blood Moon Spirit Armor emitted a chilling gleam; even she dared not grow careless, donning her most prized battle armor.

I turned him over—his hands were still there, no visible wounds, but his face was blazing red, as if he'd been drinking.

Mu Leng thought of his sister as a fragile porcelain doll, especially now that Yan Xiaxia was pregnant. He couldn't pull back hard, so he just froze in place and sat down again, his face dark as thunder.

As soon as she spoke, she raised her hand and released a streak of green light that enveloped Chen Xuen, instantly easing his burden—the biting external aura could no longer penetrate his body.

Wei Qianjun showed some courtesy this time, giving you space and time to bully others. But since you were outmatched and got beaten, don't blame him.

This time, Wan Imperial Consort didn't let Li An leave, which eased Ye Fan's breath—he guessed the other side had no intention of teasing him further.

Luo Ji Shengxian drifted over with a peculiar expression—solemn, questioning, astonished… in short, an unmistakably unusual look.

Mu Tian Sheng was stunned; Mu Tian Qiong was also surprised. He'd only known that Mu Ningchuan had reached out to Ye Chen during the Dragon Pool rankings, and that Mu Ningchuan had traveled with Ye Chen all the way to the Ba Tian Imperial Court—but he never imagined the two had grown this close, that Ye Chen would even do something like this for Mu Ningchuan.

Yanling Country was utterly dumbfounded. According to normal protocol, wasn't this supposed to be just verbal sparring? How could you actually be preparing for war?

He thought: This trip to the dock was unavoidable! Otherwise, how would he ever pull out the extra-convenient fishing boat from his inventory?

But in the open-air café, Ning Chen's figure was gone. Instead, across the street stood an 80-story skyscraper, billowing smoke, littered with ruins, rescue workers digging through the debris.

A seventeen- or eighteen-year-old boy, brimming with vitality, clad in snow-white robes, his features delicate, his eyes especially deep and dazzling.

Unless, one day, he grew strong enough to obliterate the Ye Family of Jingcheng—then he would no longer fear.

One of the princes present turned ashen, trembling violently—he'd been terrified by the ferocious aura of the dozen or so demonic race prodigies.

With enough money, you could buy any slave you wanted—even the emperor of a nation was not impossible.

To ensure human survival, the Doctor resolved to study animal genes; after repeated experiments, he developed a fusion agent.

So the next morning, before the sun rose, she drove her beloved Beetle to a candy wholesale shop and bought back every single cotton candy the shop had stocked as samples.

The moment my hand hovered beneath Gangzi's nose, I immediately felt his steady breath.

Yang Yun talked to Ning Long; Ning Zhongping talked to Ming Shuo. After dinner, the two elders gave the two young ones plenty of space.

Hua Shao urged me to buy a phone. I thought carefully and said: we're still short on cash—we must spend it wisely. We'll talk about buying a phone later.

When he bought the fruit tree, the free gift turned out to be a Ginseng Fruit—Su Yun was both shocked and delighted.

There was no way—he was too famous. Before the Qing Gang went underground, his nickname on the streets was "Black Panther"; later, that nickname followed him into the business world.

The dense crowd of ghosts surrounding them, upon hearing Cui Pan's words, all turned their gazes toward the Yan Wang, voicing their doubts.

Ning Long saw her claws coming for his face and braced himself for a fight. Their four hands clashed, and within moments they were locked in a fierce tussle.