Chapter 82

After Liu Fan sighed in reflection, he ordered some Han soldiers to monitor and count the prisoners, while the others, along with the camp followers, went to cut down Lin Mu and build the encampment.

While Bu Po Changzhi was fully focused on confronting Dugu Shuqin, Lin Peng appeared silently beside Fu Qiang and Zhuang Jing; he pushed aside the dolls frozen by Dugu Shuqin, took each of them by one arm, and led them toward a window at the end of the corridor.

Strangely, it did not chase after them, but instead lay down on the spot, like a hunting hound, silently staring this way.

Liu Fan said: "Regardless of whether he is truly of royal blood, he must die." As he spoke, Dian Wei brought forward the dark green jade pendant that the previous man had displayed.

Lei Yi frowned, said nothing, and walked straight into the fields; Kasius and Lan Nuolai naturally followed.

Xu Shu was utterly bewildered by this scene, quickly stepped back several paces, covered his nose, and wore a look of utter confusion.

The White Crocodile King had intended to win a glorious victory before returning to Long'e Mountain. But despite unleashing all his abilities, he still failed to defeat the Tang monk on his pilgrimage, and was forced to retreat with heavy losses back to Long'e Mountain.

Xu Fei glanced at the rest area. "Nah, I'll wait outside." With that, he turned and left.

In Zhuang Jian's eyes flashed a hint of madness—this technique, Jiao Long Mie, was the second-realm skill of the Tidal Heaven Palace Body, the Yi Sui realm technique, more violent than Ling Jiao Nu; it was said to be capable of slaying a dragon, and Zhuang Jian had only just comprehended it after achieving Shen Hua realm moments before.

Gu Yong, curled up on the ground, heard these words and his vision went black. Whether from excruciating pain or a crushing blow, he fainted on the spot.

Tao Yi frowned, straining to recall, but before he could piece anything together, he noticed Mo Junye's gaze was odd.

I so wish I could ask Han Ze whether he felt regret that Wei Jie refused to see him even at the moment of death.

He could not sense her true strength—she seemed entirely devoid of spiritual power, and rumors even claimed Shi Yuxun was Tian You? But how could the Prince have taken Tian You into Qingchen Palace?

In truth, the grave master's greatest skill is locating dragons and pinpointing burial sites! I currently know two methods for finding ash urns.

This was Zhang Lu's first time pushing out Yu Chaofan, her precious treasure; I thought she would always protect Yu Chaofan.

On the phone, Director Lin was at a loss for words; faced with Han Fei's shameless nature, he truly had no recourse.

Shi Yuxun hired a carriage at the street corner, gave the driver instructions, stepped inside, and needed to inform Yin Feng of this matter first.

But that was just angry talk—we're no match for the King of Hell. What I care about most now isn't how to fight the King of Hell, but how to resolve the matter of the Underworld.

The Ancient Winged Dragon King let out another low, rumbling roar and charged at the Gold and Silver Brothers like a mad beast.

This strange hand appeared abruptly, saved my life, then vanished just as suddenly—truly baffling.

"My father and I shall forever remember the teachings of Dongshan Hall," Yi Guang bowed deeply in response.

This caused Atlantis to remain unsettled for seventy thousand years, with land after land sinking into the sea, until by 30,000 BC only a few islands remained. The people were displaced, many fleeing the continent by boat.

After a violent, cramp-like shudder, the ghoul suddenly stood upright, emitting a piercing shriek; then its black-brown decaying flesh began to melt like snow under the sun, and as black fluid dripped away, pale bones were exposed to the air.

"Are you two talking about the upcoming Ten Nations Special Commander Military Exercise?" Qin Longfei asked, waiting until Ducheng and Tie Jun finished speaking, then curiously turned to Tie Jun.

Watching the Selzhu envoy preach with no sense of shame, Li Min simply grew too bored to listen. Honor is given by others, lost by oneself—no one else to blame.

Seeing Su Meiyao's slender, curvaceous figure gently sway beneath her apron, radiating unparalleled allure, Song Yi couldn't help but extend his greedy hands, repeatedly disturbing Su Meiyao as she chopped vegetables.

For a professional athlete, money is far more important than honor or fame—even honor and fame serve only to secure more money.

Anatomically, late Homo sapiens show no significant physical differences from modern humans.

A sulfur rat, within this cave, after absorbing a wisp of Wmiau Buddha Light, shed its demonic aura and, like a Buddha who had attained enlightenment, "plopped" onto the ground.

"What good is talent? Before absolute power, you can only wait to die!" At that moment, Nie Tian secretly mocked himself—before absolute power, talent was a fragile, worthless existence.

After so long a preparation, expending immense effort to collect sacred relics related to the Nine-Colored Altar.

If this had been my past self, I might have believed such words. But now, I no longer believe this logic. I simply watched, as time slipped away, until suddenly I saw beneath a streetlamp a sturdy, not-tall man walking past, carrying a bundle.