Chapter 211: A Dou

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A speck of cold light arrives first, then the spear shoots forth like a dragon.

The Prince's rebuke came almost simultaneously with the bright silver spear pressed against Wu Wang's throat.

Amid the horrified gazes of other players.

The spearpoint pierced upward, completely Guantong through Wu Wang's skull.

His entire body hung as if displayed on the spear's tip for sacrifice, arms limp and dangling, exuding profound desolation.

"This… Page, didn't you say you didn't sense him—

She hasn't stagnated, but her progress pales beside Professor Charles's; the mutant she once overshadowed has long since surpassed her.

The black cat sneered, showing no intention to interfere, instead watching with eager anticipation, like a spectator at a show.

This is precious, because in the void universe, no particles exist—neither photons, electrons, nor neutrinos; it is utterly empty, truly nothing, for any particle appearing here would quantum-tunnel to a lower-energy universe.

Overwhelmed by intense danger, the Giant Crocodile King could wait no longer; the massive fireball in its mouth shot out and transformed into a flaming spear, hurtling toward Nangong Mingzhu.

Near the southern city wall, in the marketplace, Chen Shuangran suddenly pulled back the carriage curtain, gazing toward the direction of the explosion. The carriage driver and several nearby pedestrians also halted, their eyes uncertain and wary as they stared at the source of the sound.

Half his silhouette suddenly released a liquid like mercury, rising a short distance before curving downward to the ground, then flowing back to his feet.

Murong Qingran unconsciously freed her arm from Xuan Yuan Che's grip as she walked to the charcoal stove. "I studied the celestial patterns tonight and realized this is not the optimal night to assault the city—nor are the coming days suitable. That's why I didn't order the troops to prepare for departure."

"Married one day, yet still must march when duty calls—we soldiers have no choice," Zhuo Yongqing smiled at Qu Qing.

In the quiet courtyard, the humble room, Tang Minjie sat on a chair, staring at the crumpled letter. Across the table, the man wore tattered clothes like a beggar—he was a Huaxia Army member who had taken over contact after Lu Mingfang's departure.

What matters is the process of repetition, not the conclusion; many truths of the world were already known five thousand years ago.

"White silk reveals purity and icy elegance; with your sister's peerless beauty, wearing white would make her seem like a celestial immortal descending to earth, ethereal and otherworldly," Su Xiaoxiao sincerely said.

"Mr. Zhou, no need to be so formal—just order whatever wine you want!" I said stiffly.

And the third move—I activated my gene lock—yet he perfectly dodged it and even tripped me.

Slowly, he shifted his gaze, sweeping across one after another, toward that figure's direction.

Bantianyinshi shook his head, releasing the man's collar, and in an instant, his left hand seized the ankle of the man who had kicked out.

An Ruoran truly didn't want to continue speaking to Mo Qianning; she felt further words would be futile.

Wei Xuanyu slowly shifted his body; Shi Tian's demonic face reappeared before him, but the demon's expression no longer held a sneer—it was fury, masking the rising terror within.

"Potato—that's what you call the potato," Su Jin had said potato, then suddenly remembered that in ancient times it was called "malingshu," and quickly corrected herself.

First dinner, then singing at the KTV—a place reeking of smoke and noise that Qiao Anming normally avoided at all costs—but since the client was passing through Chongzhou and he was the host, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and fulfill the client's demand.

Zheng Xiuyan widened her eyes as she watched Qin Ming walk out the door; she clenched her pink fists, bit her cherry lips, and slammed her fist hard against the hospital bed.