Chapter 647

"I'm not entirely sure," said the Golden Eagle King, bewildered. "I struck her with my Phoenix Wing Pikes, then got bitten by a dog demon—I didn't see clearly… When I caught up to her again, she had already fallen into the river."

"You should have stopped her from getting near rivers, lakes, or seas! Could she have used some secret technique we don't know about?" asked the Tongue Rat King.

Earlier, when Xiao Yu led thousands of water palace demon soldiers and hundreds of human immortals and outsiders to sweep both banks of the Southern Liusha River, they never had the chance to descend.

"What exactly did you do to me?" The searing pain made Ruan Wan stagger, and she immediately gripped a nearby emerald bamboo.

And Emma, who is exactly twelve this year, was born during the year the flu outbreak occurred.

Tōgō Heihachirō died without injustice; under concentrated fire, the shells that struck the Mikasa had no element of luck involved.

Now that the United States has lost all its main warships, it cannot even leave its own doorstep in the Pacific.

Precisely because of such dense heavenly and earthly spiritual energy, Su Haochen's cultivation had advanced rapidly these past few days—within just seven or eight days, he rose from the early stage of Xuanwu Realm Level One to its late stage, now only a step away from its peak.

Many others, terrified, shut their eyes, unwilling to witness the gruesome scene to come.

"What's going on?" Chai Lang asked Yorsh, noticing Yorsh's urgent expression—he must know something.

First, both sides entered the battlefield; just by counting numbers, anyone would assume this was a one-sided massacre.

The Despair Wasteland is a vast desert, its environment so harsh that even warriors of the Wu Zu Realm dare not enter lightly; for countless years, almost no life has appeared there.

Now Chai Lang felt even more confident in his combat strength—he and Boden could easily annihilate two fifth-rank troop legions; although prolonged use of the Flesh Grinding Wheel made him uncomfortable, Boden was fine—his magical energy had barely been depleted.

Mo Zicheng remained silent; on the surface, she was fully focused on confronting the Flame Pigeon, but in truth, she watched Qian Jiyun out of the corner of her eye, listening to every word they exchanged.

Picking up chopsticks, the man sliced off a sliver of meat from the most tender part of the milk-steamed fetal beast, placed it in his mouth, chewed slowly, then swallowed with satisfaction. He then picked up the jade-inlaid silver flask beside the food box and drank the crimson wine in one gulp.

He merely commented on Deng Shi, not saying whether Xie Dun was right or wrong—but that soft laugh alone was enough to shame Xie Dun.

For reasons he couldn't explain, after leaving the Freemasons' estate, Lin Feng felt melancholy, as if a shadow had settled in his heart; otherwise, he wouldn't have gone to a bar and vented his frustration through violence. Maybe… maybe Julie was truly innocent, and there was still some truth hidden in this matter.

Like sunlight spreading everywhere, walls of crystal-like construction appeared on both sides, while in the center stood a gate several zhang tall.

The group entered the house, and under the watchful gaze of their shared roommate—a fat woman who worked at a barbershop—they walked straight into the room of the simple-minded man, where, besides a bed, there were only a few tattered clothes and toiletries.

Watching Si Hai Bugu's handsome yet utterly cold, unyielding face, Si Hai Qingzhou pleaded earnestly.

Li Bin knew perfectly well—in his heart, it was as clear as a mirror—that among wealthy merchants, powerful local magnates, he ranked first in Lingnan Province; in truth, this move was helping himself.

But as the Buddha's light intensified, five faint phantom figures of Bodhisattvas emerged beyond the five Buddhist artifacts; though their jeweled crowns, celestial robes, pearl necklaces, and armlets appeared illusory, like bubbles, the radiant aura flowing over their forms revealed subtle mysteries.

At that moment, an assassin seized an opening and suddenly launched hidden weapons toward Bai Ruozhu; fortunately, Bai Ruozhu, while soothing the child, had not let her guard down and had already cast a defensive spell—the weapons fell harmlessly before reaching them.

"If I weren't a scoundrel, wouldn't you be annoyed?" Mu Ningyuan chuckled softly, his tone unreadable.

Brother Dog wasn't the naive boy he once was; he naturally caught the implication and wisely chose not to pursue the matter further.

If Li Ke needs to express gratitude, then Zhao Qingshan, who directly handed over the global agency rights to him, shouldn't he be thanked even more?

"So it's just an empty show," An Nan sneered, having already sensed upon contact that the sword qi was far weaker than it appeared.

Xiao Ping leaned against a tree, constantly watching the gray-clad elder who never left the side of Bai Family's eldest son, Bai Yan.

Cao Zuguang's gaze swept across the faces of nearly a hundred people below—no one spoke, no one moved, not even a flicker of eye motion.

"The Rakshasa Sect matter can only be put on hold for now," Ye Chen thought. The sect's headquarters was extremely secretive; even forcing the elders might not yield answers. Besides, the Rakshasa Sect was brimming with powerful experts—Ye Chen couldn't handle them now.

"The imperial physician in charge of Consort Yun's imperial pregnancy, Qi Taiyi, is no longer at the Imperial Medical Bureau. Zhao Taiyi of the Imperial Medical Bureau has equally superb medical skills; surely Zhao Taiyi, entrusted with Consort Yun's imperial pregnancy, would be perfectly reliable." The Empress smiled faintly, her words impeccably polished.

With the Emperor's favor, Consort Wan was naturally on equal footing with Consort Yun, who carried the imperial heir.

"Your servant greets Your Imperial Highness the Empress, and Your Imperial Highness Consort Xian," said Jiang Taiyi, seeing the Empress and Consort Xian in the courtyard, and hurried forward to perform a proper bow.

Qiao Qianming ostensibly ran legitimate business, but secretly engaged in grave-robbing, kidnapping for ransom, horse-stealing, and trafficking opium—he lacked Dong Sanli's prestigious status, yet still carved out a territory across Sichuan, Shaanxi, and Gansu provinces, revealing his formidable abilities.

After resolving the Tangshan incident, rumors spread at school that she was involved with Li Yongle; for a long time afterward, she dared not approach him.

Chen Feng nodded, thanking him for his kindness, yet a calm, detached smile appeared on his face; with the aura of a cultivator radiating from him, even the most deadly desert venomous insects dared not approach within three chi of his body—so Chen Feng had nothing to worry about.