Chapter 451

“What? My master is wounded!” Xia Daoming sprang to his feet, a powerful aura erupting from his body, forcing Li Yuan to bow his head involuntarily, his eyes filled with shock and awe.

“Rumors say his injuries are severe, but Left Grandpa, at the mid-stage of Nascent Soul, broke through the encirclement of Li Tian Que and numerous Nascent Soul cultivators and escaped far away—already incredibly impressive.”

“Now Left Grandpa’s name shakes the Wujian Region, even hailed as the top Nascent Soul mid-stage cultivator; this has greatly shamed Li Tian Que.”

“The entrance to Tianku is about to open; Senior Lin should hurry there early to prepare.” The two managers reminded him.

Watching Li Kafu’s back, Yi Yi revealed a long-absent smile; she was still just as adorable.

To apologize to Lin Hongfei, Xue Qi specially invited him to her home for a simple meal—the food was not prepared by a maid, but cooked by Xue Qi and her husband, a university professor, and in terms of this “sincerity,” it was truly extraordinary.

After all, if this wild beast intended to fight Li Kafu, the Red-Eared Spirit Monkey in Li Kafu’s ear should have sensed the danger and issued a warning—but Li Kafu received no such warning from the Red-Eared Spirit Monkey.

Though he had run far away, Jin Yuan still heard Moriño’s final words; for no reason, Jin Yuan suddenly felt a pang of irritation.

Guo Zhuocheng said: “Yes, under normal circumstances, they would naturally wait until oil prices rise further—to ninety or even a hundred dollars—before initiating bioenergy production, so their profits would be higher and their control over the world stronger.”

Lin Hongfei naturally noticed the two gazes fixed on him and silently smiled inwardly.

On the endless plain, Zagu hid ten thousand meters away from Lin Feng. At such a distance, even his evolved vision could not fully make out the other.

China’s announcement of mining newly discovered iron veins along the China-India border dealt a severe blow to Australian mining firms’ profits and ignited their fury; Australian media, already critical of China’s policies, erupted in even fiercer condemnation.

Suddenly she felt a pair of hands slowly climbing upward along her waist, stopping at her magnificent breasts, gently rubbing.

Yan Mumu felt she must have been blessed by the God of Fortune today—look, good fortune even came to her doorstep, asking how she could possibly stay angry.

This remark clearly softened Murong Zijiao’s expression, for she almost doubted she had misheard—Prince Wang, notoriously arrogant, had just apologized to her.

Now everything began anew; Chen Hu not only had to find food for survival but also guard against dangers that could strike at any moment—the days ahead would likely be far from easy.

Liu Xun, no doubt a seasoned veteran, won over the audience with his acting; ministers rose one after another to support Liu Xun in urging General Huo, who never expected this outcome—but this outcome was already the best possible.

“It’s the last bun—I won’t give it to you!” Jiang Qingfeng declared, his expression more resolute than ever, causing Luo Ji to look at him with new respect.

Challenging a top-fifty black-market fighter requires considerable time, as the black-market circuit promotes and hyped these fights, inviting more wealthy patrons to place bets.

“Inmawaru is Suwa’s banner, so we must take him.” Takeda Harushin explained to his retainers.

The man did not pause his steps, as if not listening to Xinhu’s words at all, weaving freely left and right through the corridor.

In that instant, Xinhu felt her entire soul instantly drained; her vision filled only with overflowing red—she saw nothing, heard nothing, could not utter a single word.