Chapter 25

Nangong Yunyao had been observing them for a while. Seeing that they appeared to harbor no ill intent, he felt extremely satisfied, especially considering that among these people were fifteen high-level spirit masters.

Even so, the members of the two adventure groups held back from dealing lethal blows, causing, at most, severe injuries.

Ning Xiu secretly observed them. Both appeared to be naive and inexperienced, which fit their roles as master and servant perfectly.

Zhao Huan rode his horse and bid farewell to Zhang Ping once more. After parting, he took Xue'er and galloped out through the Luo City Gate.

Consequently, the mages, blinded by their inflated power and desires, made a disastrous decision: to overthrow the rule of the Saint-Falan Empire and re-establish a magical empire belonging solely to mages.

"No, no, I had better go back! I'm fine, you don't need to worry about me!" Lin Yuan waved his hands in a panic. Although it was late, this was truly no place for him to stay. Setting aside what Xi Chen’s confession might mean tonight, the man’s grim expression alone made him afraid to linger.

Andre realized with pain how his star-like sword technique—known as the most beautiful "Azure Star Rain" by the Rhine—appeared so cumbersome and inefficient under Princess Alicia’s perfectly rational swordplay.

She had thought Zheng Chenheng was accommodating enough, always prioritizing her requirements; his propriety and thoughtfulness had satisfied her greatly. Yet, she had never imagined that true pampering and consideration could look like this. Cong Huifang was jealous—intensely jealous. This was a side of Zheng Chenheng that no one had ever seen before.

What made Karl linger on the painting was the faint, nagging feeling that the figure of one of the young men looked somewhat familiar.

"Now that Brother Xiong and Brother Ming have split up, what is your take on it?" Xiao Qi’s question was sharp and realistic.

They intended to strike while the iron was hot, leveraging the momentum of defeating the three armies of the conquering Merfolk to take Anzhou in one fell swoop, then using it as a springboard to head southwest toward Jinzhou.

In the entertainment industry, there are few people like Zhou Bai, who selects cast members entirely based on whether they fit the role and whether their acting skills are up to par.

"You will agree. Don't worry, I won't get handsy." Those beautiful black eyes shimmered with starlight, yet seemed to hold a hint of playfulness, leaving Jiu'er feeling flustered and at a loss.

Standing quietly before the mirror, Bai Yu examined her attire. The pink strapless gown featured a perfect pleated design, accented with pearls and diamonds; it was no exaggeration to call it dazzling.

Flames surged everywhere. Inside and outside the Fire Luo Sect, it was as if a raging inferno had ignited. The fire was so intense that the surrounding temperature soared dramatically. Yet, not a single bit of the fire was wasted; every flame was absorbed and refined by the Fire Orb.

The police officer frowned in thought after hearing Xu Aihong’s words. Although her plea sounded sincere, he still harbored a trace of doubt. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.

Since the deity of Emerald Lake had already discovered him, Luo Yi knew that leaving would be difficult. Therefore, he would not be able to report the matter, or rather, the deity would not allow him to do so.

Clearly, these two disciples had heard of the great feat Master Lin Ye, the "Abstinent Master," had accomplished at the Martial Arts Tournament, so they hurried to extend a respectful invitation.

It is no exaggeration to say that although Luo Yi remained at the level of the 60th floor of the Tower of Despair, his combat strength had undergone a qualitative leap since leaving, thanks to two epic-grade pieces of equipment and the second awakening of his Exorcist skills.

Secondly, the other piece of the Spirit Treasure Map was highly likely to be in the hands of the Lord of Heavenly Dragon City, and he would have to seek him out sooner or later.

I sat to one side, holding a wine gourd. This was wine from Senior Dongfang, brewed from some unknown fruit. It tasted wonderful and could even accelerate the circulation of one’s spiritual energy! Chu Yaqi sat by my side the whole time, a happy smile on her face.

The power of this set of Sword God Claws, infused with the essence of the sword soul, was far greater than that of the Sword God Sword Style used previously.

A cannon blast shook the world. The intensity of the battle caused the protective barrier to flicker. An Zi woke up, blinked, wiped his face, and looked around. Seeing nothing amiss, he tilted his head and drifted back into a sound sleep.

Qin An’s punch lacked any technique, nor did he believe he needed any tricks. To deal with a mere Yan Zhen, a direct crushing blow with the power of a second-stage Golden Core Realm cultivator would suffice. Carrying the sound of wind and thunder, his massive energy roared toward Yan Zhen. Qin An was certain this punch would secure his victory.

"Damn it!" The desperate assassin swung his blade back in a counter-strike. Clang! The dagger struck an iron plate, producing a sharp, metallic ring.

Ye Tianluo, already blind, could not know that others were watching him; he simply continued to kowtow and beg for mercy.

He Yuhui smiled sweetly. "I knew you were the best." She put away the stun baton, started the car, and continued forward. I wiped the cold sweat from my forehead and let out a breath. He Yuhui sat beside me, smiling slyly.

I nodded and looked into the hospital room. Lin Qianxue was curled up on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. With a soft sigh, I opened the door and walked in. The man wanted to say something, but in the end, he remained silent, closed the door, and stood guard outside.

While being protected by Shi Jingtang and others as they fled toward the riverbank, he had issued an order for the cavalry to immediately slaughter their horses to prevent them from falling into the hands of the Wu army.

Stumbling slightly as he entered the military tent, Yan Bei had a soldier fetch water so he could wash his face, which finally made him feel better. The sudden end of the war and the abrupt release of tension left him feeling somewhat lost.