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"It is fine for a young man to go out and get some exercise, but after all, you are my son. Do not go looking for trouble, and certainly do not disgrace our TUR Group!" Zhang Zhen said with a cold face.

Although he was not a professional mid-laner, he knew that in an assassin duel like this, the one who initiates the engagement rarely holds the advantage.

With the Blade of the Ruined King, Quinn's laning ability was truly formidable. Gnar had no sustain and found himself being whittled down to a miserable state.

However, what caught Shen Yun’s attention were the terms "Ruins of the Black Radiance Pavilion" and "Supreme Treasure," which instantly made him associate these with the "Xiao Family Fragmented Map" in his possession.

The Taoist surnamed Mao did not seem to care at all. With a flick of his large sleeve, Shen Yun slowly regained consciousness. Yet, before he could make another move, three silver needles accurately struck three of his acupoints, rendering him completely immobile.

Moreover, given his understanding of Fiora, his damage calculations were impeccable; he would never commit to a fight without total certainty.

About a quarter of an hour passed, and the blood-red mist drifting from the corpse of the Scarlet Flame Beast grew increasingly faint.

Having said that, he turned and walked toward the hall without looking back. Chang Fengxuan, standing behind him, stiffened again. It took him a long time to collect himself, his gaze fixed on Duan Changge’s retreating figure with a dark and uncertain expression.

The driver had been replaced, but the man was honest, spoke little, and was sufficiently steady. More importantly, it was said that he used to be a bodyguard who retired after being injured.

The imperial garden returned to silence. Wen Ranran, dressed in green, turned back to look at Wen Yuran, who had been silent for a long time.

At five in the afternoon, Li Tian returned to the villa, only to find a graceful figure waiting for him at the door.

Now that the object had returned to its rightful owner, the Azure Dragon, beyond the surprise of finding himself still alive, felt a touch of sentimentality.

When the White Tiger returned to his room, the sky had just begun to darken. By now, it should have been pitch black, but here, the White Tiger could not tell what time it was. He saw no sun, yet the sky did not look like night.

Yang Fan frowned, forced a trace of true energy from his fingertips, and thrust it into the mass of black mist.

Following Tian Congming’s instructions, Mu Xi held the spirit stone in her hand and swept it with her consciousness. A faint light flashed, and the spirit stone vanished.

Furthermore, for these experiments, he only needed to provide the medicinal herbs, which his eldest cousin would then process into gels or powders at the workshop at the valley entrance. However, he had to relinquish full control of this, proving that he was very busy—busy with the harvesting and expanded cultivation of the herbs.

Screams erupted from all directions. The ground, soaked by the sudden torrential rain, began to churn as coffin after coffin rose from the earth.

Yang Fan could feel the change in the villagers' eyes after he kicked the man out, and he sighed.

Lin Xiaofeng had never heard of this Huang Zhenghua, but joining the Demon-Catching Bureau as an independent practitioner meant his skills were surely nothing to scoff at.

As a result, Qin Tian’s already unusually large heart-lake now had plenty of space to accommodate several times more origin energy, and for Qin Tian, absorbing that energy was merely a matter of time.

Purple Velvet Root could resolve the issue of the Blood-Qi Gu. Since he had been using the Blood-Qi Gu frequently of late, the demand was high; the arrival of the Purple Velvet Root was a timely blessing.

Of course, I have never questioned his ability; he is truly super badass, and definitely not just putting on an act.

"Actually, Yunlong alone is enough. Come with me to see the Human King," Taishang Laojun said with a smile.

He hurriedly calmed his nervous mood, his hands continuing to weave seals to supplement the Blood Moon; this was the only trick he had up his sleeve at the moment.

The guide had spent years doing business on the grasslands and knew a thing or two about the relationships between the various tribes.

"Hmph!" Just as Lin Dong prepared to charge forward and tear these two men apart, Yan Jun struck another blow to Lin Lan’er’s chest.

"If that is all this is about, then I accept your apology. We shall meet again," Qin Tian cupped his hands, then turned and continued on his way.

With a muffled thud, the Madman collapsed, his chest aching from the impact. He couldn't catch his breath for a long time, curling up on the ground and twitching like a shrimp.

Amidst the varying shades of emerald, dots of pink and white appeared—peach and apricot blossoms blooming in succession, attracting bees, butterflies, and birds to linger.

Judging by the style, this was destined to be a technical duel. At the same time, it was a clash between two peak strikers, Henry and Ronaldo. Looking at the records, neither team had performed well away from home this season, so Arsenal, playing away first and then at home, might hold a slight advantage.

"Heavenly Master, look." Uncle Liu pointed at the portrait hanging on the wall. The lifelike Wei Wuwu was dressed in Heavenly Master regalia, his sharp eyes fixed upon them.

"Then I shall go and see, Grand Wizard." No sooner had the words left his lips than the Liao Kingdom ghost drifted out the window like a flash of lightning.

By the time he left the craftsman camp, night had fallen. The original plan to return to Taidang County to meet Zou Youlin had naturally fallen through. The group arrived at the military fortress in Anhu, where Shi Tiansheng, having been notified, was already waiting outside. Shi Tiansheng no longer resembled the green, inexperienced officer who had just become a military commander.

Song Jian chuckled softly, his expression seemingly saying, "Perform, perform to your heart's content. You mean to tell me the Sun-Moon Sect's intelligence network couldn't even uncover this?"

After hurriedly handing the items to Lujia, Jing Xi and Qing Heming returned to the outer space beyond the first layer of defense.

It was like finding half a weevil in your meal; besides picking out the half-corpse and continuing to eat, there was nothing else to do—after all, there was only one Chinese team.

Tang Wu trained and practiced until at least six o'clock every day. If he were to drive to Holloway Academy, it would probably be seven or eight o'clock.

Afterward, he planted them. A moment later, the Star-Moon Grass grew even more lush, indicating that the spiritual energy in his spatial dimension was still very abundant.

However, they were now in a state of "Origin of Vitality." Fortunately, they had not yet been refined, so there was still hope for them.

Zhang Yunfan actually charged forward, which not only baffled the onlookers but also made them break out in a cold sweat.

Mu Kun wiped his mouth: "I think you have a death wish!" Are you kidding me? Our entire village is composed of ancient gods? The old village chief is an ancient god? Dr. Wang Mazi is a primordial god? Aunt Cuihua is a primordial god?