Twenty-one thousand twenty-one

The Bull King roared in fury, unleashing his full power as countless bolts of thunder exploded, overwhelming everything around him. He launched his most powerful assault, turning the void within a hundred-mile radius into a vast sea of lightning.

“Quite impressive,” came the voice from behind the screen, cold as ice yet filled with sympathy. “I’ve heard your lady is extremely formidable.”

Originally, those words were meant to stay unspoken, locked away in his mind. But the anger was too great, and they slipped out involuntarily.

“What are you doing?!” Jia Liuluo stepped back a few paces, looking somewhat embarrassed. The gaze from Shimura Yo made her deeply uncomfortable, as if he could see right through her.

Even the extraordinarily intelligent Shangguan Feng had no idea just how powerful the seemingly weak Nan Zhouchen really was.

In an instant, the flickering afterimages converged, revealing a pale-faced Mu Tian. The anticipated thunderclap never came; the path he had taken remained unscathed. After a faint hiss, the forest regained its calm.

“Damn it! You scoundrel, how dare you speak to me like that? Are you tired of living?” The world’s most handsome man glared fiercely, his fury ignited.

His eyes burned with hatred toward the snake demon who dared to attack his precious grandson.

“Alright then, I won’t disturb your meal any longer!” Sarutobi Hiruzen cast a deep look at Shimura Yo. Though he loved peace, he loved Konoha even more, and would never allow anyone to threaten its safety.

No beast dared to approach. Nearly all creatures fled at the sight of the sword light wielded by Zang Gua and the others.

Of course, being an adult, he knew his limits and understood that mocking others was impolite. Yet, this scene was just too funny—like hitting a laughter trigger—he simply couldn’t hold back.

At this point, Xu Yang was not stupid. Still, he was somewhat speechless. Was all this really his fault? Had he been too ostentatious? He thought he was being quite low-key.

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“They all think you two were taken by the Demon God, and some believe you might be dead. But I believe you’re still alive,” Sui Zilu said, her eyes moist.

Here, over a hundred cultivators gathered. Normally, in a generation, at least half would be lost.

But barely having taken a few steps, five or six carriages thundered in. Dozens of people disembarked. Yang Fan could tell these were skilled individuals, nothing like the seven or eight worthless ones from before.

“Glad you’re happy. Finish eating and get some rest,” Yang smiled contentedly as she entered her room.

That strained smile seemed so gentle, so comforting, so radiant, and so enchanting to Mo Linghuan. A faint smile played at the corner of her lips, her eyes harboring a hidden tenderness.

The word “more” made Lu Tianyu think of the strongest guardian dragon that Hua Liansuo dreamed of—the Fierado.

The new department was established and began operations. Though no fireworks or drums were used to celebrate, the gesture was made.

Cold Yu Rou already knew about the investigation into her. Worse, the plot against Bai Qiguang that left him in debt by five million... The cause and effect were clear to anyone who looked closely. She was no fool and likely had already guessed.

The morale in Linjiang City was high as troops charged toward Zhang Fei, who saw the enemy soldiers approaching. His own infantry was also arriving from behind.

“Master Manzhu, can you promise me something?” The child suddenly asked seriously, as if recalling something.

The spatial restriction set by the First Emperor in the stone was not a simple barrier, but a power imbued with the creative force of the cosmos. Even transcendent beings within the Zhou Tian could not break it. It was the First Emperor’s sole safeguard for future generations.

This surprised Lord Rod. He had assumed Kiro was a noble from the imperial capital, but he was not. Yet Kiro’s refusal suited Rod well; living outside suited him better. Noble households were steeped in etiquette and often restrictive.

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As the words fell, Cold Yu Rou’s foot slipped on a step, her body pitching forward, nearly falling. At the critical moment, Chu Yanzhe’s strong arm caught her, pulling her into his embrace.

A colossal figure, forty meters long, appeared before them: golden dragon horns, scales shimmering like green waves, a majestic body with a huge dragon head. Its flesh wings sprawled on the ground, waiting for Ye Feng and the others to ascend.

Xing Fei, blocked by an invisible barrier, shouted in protest. His aura flared fiercely as he tried to break through the restriction.

There stood a towering skeleton tens of meters high, its bones a deep, somber black with a faint eerie crimson glow. Unlike the sinister young man, this skeleton radiated an imposing pressure that forbade direct gaze.

The next day, Li Zhe personally arrived at the Huang residence with betrothal gifts. Inside, Huang Yueying secretly watched Li Zhe during his discussion with Huang Chengyan.

Therefore, Lu Da himself did not know about this aid. He had long returned to his palace in the capital to contemplate how to deal with the Ye Yu clan.

Not to mention that Fang Tianxing’s father was Fang Shengqi, even the highest-ranking official, Shao Yitian was unafraid. At his current cultivation, there was nothing he feared.

In the following days, Xian Cun pondered incessantly over the matter, even enlisting his many cherished beasts to help gather information or eavesdrop on the conversations of the powerful, hoping to gain more intelligence.

Although Chi You and Sister Ar’s competition was essentially over, they did not rush to leave.

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