Volume One, Chapter 32: N-God Is a Junior—Add Her

His tone carried nostalgia, admiration, and an indescribable pride. She seemed to see through the noisy banquet to the inevitable truth ahead, yet she remained calmly seated at the center stage, utterly unmoved.

Before I could grasp what was happening, two attendants brought in fine wine and dishes, then set up a wooden table atop the bed inside the room.

The distance between the Guanghui faction and the Zidal faction was vast. Between them lay two immense cosmic voids and a large galaxy, conservatively estimated to be over three hundred thousand light-years apart.

Suddenly, he slightly turned his body as if sensing something, raising his hand to rub his neck.

Lik Jü and Lavirados had just emerged from a fierce battle; their auras remained wildly unstable, bearing clear signs of severe injuries.

Fortunately, Ouyang Bingqing never wore makeup in private; otherwise, all her makeup would have been ruined.

The difference between Nittley and Sols was also evident from the guardians around them. Nittley’s guards operated on mere intelligence, far from the level of living beings—Nittley himself didn’t even believe in sentient life, a truly miserly soul.

He hadn’t seen clearly how his opponent killed him in the two recent attacks. The most terrifying aspect wasn’t the lack of reaction time, but that the sword light was genuinely a beam of light, seemingly locked onto him, evoking a sense of inescapable doom.

In a few days, the Huo family’s monthly inspection would take place. If his cultivation stagnated and the elders grew suspicious to investigate him, if the Nine Infants were discovered…

Bei Liang sheathed his sword, sat upright on the rooftop, drew a long flute from his waist, and played a gentle melody beneath the myriad city lights below.

The Qi family army, named after Qi Jiguang, was renowned for its strict discipline, professional training, East Asia’s most advanced equipment, undefeated battle record, and over a hundred thousand enemy kills, earning it the title of the strongest army in East Asia during the 16th to 17th centuries.

Kakashi’s ninjutsu was unleashed before Zabuza could react, shocking him into retreat, but it was already too late to evade.

Two years ago, a self-aware Huang Han would never have spoken up, but times had changed. The Huang family’s strength was no longer what it once was, and Huang’s own reputation had soared.

So what was the delay? With investment from “Han Jierong Investment Company” and support from the city government, the demolition project would commence immediately, aiming to start construction within three months.

Hearing the system’s prompt, Qin Yuan didn’t stop; instead, he continued massaging An Ran, determined to completely eradicate her ailment.

This was not a time machine, nor temporal jumping, but a reversal—what they called time flowing backward. Xia Feng was neither a scientist nor a theologian, but he was certain the Underworld River lacked such power.

However, the matter had escalated, attracting much attention from the Star Network. Neither his identity nor Mi Lele’s was suited for a head-on confrontation.

Qin Yuan’s words deeply shook Zhang Meng—this was truly a father’s bottom line, beyond his role as a soldier.

“Focus on handling that side! Leave this to me,” Ike shouted, seeing the others slow down in shock.

Within the helmet communicator, Wang Chen’s voice of caution and care clearly came through.

After deciding to lead the immortals to the Immortal Realm, he returned to Earth to negotiate with Sister Xiang Qing and the others.

As he spoke, a gigantic centipede coiled up behind him, glaring fiercely at Xiao Yang and the others, hundreds of razor-sharp legs slicing through the air.