Chapter 564

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Yan Kong immediately fired a quantum compression cannon; the cannon's black hole sucked in Xu Qingtan and dragged him far away.

He did not notice a scorching beam of light watching him, his slender fingers continuing to strum the expensive electric guitar, searching for musical feeling.

Vivian heard this answer and suddenly fell silent; she suddenly realized how useless she truly was—if it were Aimo, he would already have a plan by now, yet here she was, unsure how to face a once-serious elder.

After an unknown length of time, Wang Huai finally sorted out the chaotic law arrays at the mountain's base; as long as no one deliberately triggered them, they would not stir the celestial qi's law arrays.

Vivian immediately replied: "They're preparing to strike us!" She answered at once, yet her face showed no sign of tension, for any war meant the Holy Domain's experts would not intervene—this made them far safer.

Due to excessive blood loss, Ji Yuhen's face was pale; he had to admit, in terms of looks, no one could surpass him.

But the other party seemed to be fixated on him, calling his number from different numbers; every time he heard it was them calling, he hung up immediately. After that, he silenced the phone entirely.

Vivian rushed out immediately, then tightly hugged Aimo's waist, her tears soaking through Aimo's cloak.

"Though his position isn't low, I checked—he earns only two thousand spirit stones annually. I'm willing to offer double that price; I don't believe he won't be tempted. Moreover, I can promise to relocate his entire family to Weihai City." Ye Zia ng said.

Ye Miao only realized belatedly: so she had always been bullied at school? She remembered her first moments after transmigrating into this world—her head still ached; her grandmother said she'd been pushed down. Those people must have been these very ones.

The students below kept constant watch over the second-generation cultivators' cultivation, allowing the two of them to free up their hands for other matters.

Whenever education was involved, Asheng the genius immediately forgot all about not altering Cao Cao's life trajectory—after all, she didn't even know what Cao Cao's actual life path had been.

I wonder when the master intends to enter the world? Or will he remain in seclusion for life, teaching disciples?

"Liang, if you treat me like this, I die without regret!" Huang Feier whispered, tears soaking Zhang Jialiang's chest, her body still trembling slightly.

Below, the situation appeared normal, yet was brimming with danger: Fusu led the front, followed by Li Si and Zhao Gao, then the Three Masters, and ten paces behind them stood Sheng Qi.

Song Xiaohui laughed heartily: "It won't be long before your Huanghai looks just like this."

Yesterday Heng Ling told him he'd arrange a good match for Shi Guan'er; how today did he himself become Shi Guan'er's match?

"Director Qin?" Cao Cao frowned; he didn't dislike Qin Liu, but encountering him under these circumstances always gave him a bad feeling.

As if sensing Luo Dong's unrestrained gaze, Ao Shuang glared fiercely at Luo Dong, sat up angrily, and pulled her feet under the table.

"This battle, Stone City is doomed to lose!" Following Princess Iron Fan's orders, these guards of the princesses had jointly taken part in the defense mission.

He now understood: earlier, Ye Ying had asked him for help not because she feared the entire Ye Clan, but only because she feared the sect cultivators who had clashed with her—and Ye Zhiwu. Now that she was at the Ye Clan's headquarters, surrounded by so many people, she might never encounter Ye Zhiwu again—hence why she was willing to stay.

Pain, fear, shock, dread—all emotions surged simultaneously, burning like fire, scorching him with unbearable discomfort.

So naturally, he had no fear of her, Lady Hua; if Li Ziwood wanted to act decisively, he could kill her—but the aftermath would likely be troublesome.

After finishing his practice, Er Dan stomped on Lai Mazi's hand; the man could no longer pretend, letting out a muffled groan.

"Yes, if you decide to become a martial artist, I will teach you cultivation." Closing his eyes, Wen Tian waited for Wen Youning's reply.

The young man waved his hand, his voice booming like thunder, shaking the soul.

Previously, when he couldn't win Yao Hua's heart, he had no energy to think of anything else; but now that they were truly together, certain things could no longer be avoided.

As for the others in Hope, none moved: Lyne wanted to see how far Leon could go; the Wolf Fang Lands were at a loss because Xue Lang was absent; as for the remaining squad? Hmm, can you guess their exact intentions?

The Holy Light Sect is a Daoist group that worships light energy; its doctrines and followers are distributed throughout the entire multiverse system.

"One of the Three Thousand Great Dao Paths—the Path of Withering and Flourishing? I'll take it." Yang Buyi was not startled but delighted; he harbored grand ambitions to comprehend all Three Thousand Great Dao Paths, and now that the Path of Withering and Flourishing had appeared, his heart surged with joy.

In an instant, over a hundred beasts were reduced to barely a dozen; their eyes finally showed fear, and they dared not approach.

In other words, the fruit of the wood suppressed this ability. Yan sat quietly in town, contemplating this possibility, not rushing to tell Uncle Goat. At that moment, a boy with messy hair and a wooden sword walked over.

Yang Buyi flew at top speed and crashed onto the Five Elements Peak, discovering many unfamiliar faces—both mortals and cultivators.

After sitting in the back courtyard for an hour, Geng Qing's drunkenness had largely faded; he watched An Jinsi depart, sighed, turned back to the forge, rummaged through chests and cabinets for some wood and his own sketches, and idly began crafting objects to toughen his body.

In the blink of an eye, seven days had passed; today was the final day of the Demon Hunting Season, when each team's demon kills would be tallied.

He hadn't felt murderous intent in a long time, but once it arose, it was overwhelmingly fierce—an unbearable urge to destroy everything in the world, and destruction, after all, was one cycle of the Dao's eternal reincarnation.

They stared at the stone arch bridge Zhao Yang had drawn, their faces filled with profound shock.

All unfinished and yet-to-be-completed life on the Stronghold Continent must end. All that waited, all that might still continue, can no longer continue.