Chapter 187

"Ten seconds..."

Wu Wang silently memorized the number revealed by Wanshitong.

The opponent's 【Soul Burned to a Thread】 can only last ten seconds.

If you prevent her from escaping during this time, you can essentially lock the outcome of this battle.

How can I stop her from escaping?

It seems I'll have to say something strange and flashy.

"Zhu Ge Yue, I still have something I want to say to you..."

Boom—

Wu Wang

Instantly, the reception hall of Wudang Sect was packed to capacity; had the hall not been spacious enough, it could not have held so many people.

Night fell, and the camp was silent except for the crackling of the bonfire—eerily still.

He harbored another secret he wished to tell Li Yongle, but with Huang Long present, he could not speak it—his secret was deeply tied to her.

The girl's words opened a floodgate; the others no longer cared whether the person before them was the Emperor—they excitedly poured out their tragic pasts.

Prince Fu had his own palace, but its splendor could not match that of the imperial capital Ying Tian; although he had grown rich through Fuzhou's maritime trade, he remained humble, demonstrating his self-discipline and restraint.

Morning sunlight streamed into the room; Qin Fan woke with a sudden urge to urinate, blinking drowsily as he tried to sit up from the soft bed.

Upon hearing Qin Fan's words, Cheng Wei did not hesitate a single second—he dropped to his knees before Dong Wanrou with a thud.

If she weren't currently following Xi Men Kuang, she wouldn't even grant a girl like Qing Er the chance to speak to her.

"Let's rest behind that mountain ahead. Ali Mu, send two scouts ahead to check the situation," Ma Chengfeng ordered.

"What is it?" Rong Rong, who had been pruning a shrub, turned and put down her shears, squinting as Xiang Yu approached.

Dong Yunlei thought to himself: Do people who call someone 'Dragon Brother' always speak so logically?! He averted his gaze, pulled out his phone, and called Tang Feng; Tang Feng asked no questions and ordered the release.

Tang Feng hung the Han-display pager on his belt, gave his number to Gangzi, bid farewell, stepped out the door, then returned to his neighboring courtyard to change clothes—he owned only three outfits total: a classic black Adidas tracksuit, a dark navy-blue training uniform, and a gray-green camouflage one.

Flipping through the pages, Xia Lan seemed to see Zhang Fei growing from infancy to childhood—two years old, three, five.

He Yuzhu, dressed in fine clothes and carrying a large bundle of items, immediately drew their attention.

The "Eagle" watch is also an old brand—the first domestic watch manufacturer, and currently the only Chinese watch brand capable of breaking into the international high-end market.

The car behind Cao Lin was driven by the third and fourth brothers, while the Grand Bodyguard Luo Tong rode in the third vehicle.

Qin Jingru was not unintelligent; she knew that if He Yuzhu refused, her affair with Ma Hua would be truly difficult.

The tone shifted abruptly from tension to sunshine, beach, and beauty—from one kind of thrill to another.

Yin Feng's swordplay emphasized transformation, scattered points of light, mostly thrusts and stabs, all aimed directly at the opponent's vital points—fierce, each strike lethal.

Even if this Pixiu regained its peak, under the protection of the Order Law, she certainly couldn't kill me instantly. Fine—I'll let her recover, then come back.

On the day she won the World Martial Arts All-Around Championship, her grandfather quietly passed away in the hospital—a devastating blow to her.

"Mom, can I go to work tomorrow?" Si Yan took the phone and suddenly remembered something important, urgently asking.

As they stood helpless and lost, a giant lion beast appeared before them; the beast, with a haughty expression, exhaled a thick puff of air that forced both to recoil hastily.