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Especially when Cao Muyuan blocked Ye Zishan’s sword aura with a pair of claw-blades, she realized that the newcomer was only stronger than her, not weaker.

Zhang Kuang stepped forward and stopped at the stone table. He discovered an empty bowl sitting on it, along with a pair of chopsticks. There was still noodle broth at the bottom of the bowl, clearly indicating that someone had just finished a meal.

Among the eight, a man dressed like a beggar with an iron crutch hanging from his arm suddenly thrust his crutch forward, striking the "Heavenly Martial Dharma Sword" with the speed and precision of a thunderbolt.

Deep beneath the mountain ridge at the very center of this underground space, he vaguely sensed a terrifyingly chilling aura.

Pei Zheng had originally intended to bring his father, who had been away from home for sixteen years, back for a reunion. Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, his father died in his arms. The sudden reversal of fortune left Pei Zheng unable to accept the reality. Looking at his motionless father in his arms, Pei Zheng’s face was filled with astonishment; he could not believe what had just happened before his eyes.

However, everything is difficult at the beginning. Once the simple things are learned and the foundation is laid, it becomes easier to learn the complex ones later.

In the afternoon, after the banquet ended, Leng Yeqing prepared to return to the hotel to rest. As soon as he got into the car, he discovered that Tang Xuening was sitting in the back seat.

What made Ye Zishan gasp in amazement once more was that when the Sword Saint’s smooth, clean forehead took the strike of this blade, it was not split in two, nor did it bear even the slightest scratch.

So, by this logic, could it be said that Zhao Qian has already reached the Unity stage? That is clearly unlikely; but does Zhao Qian need to continue his cultivation in the direction of the Out-of-Body stage?

Before the elderly man surnamed Zhan could speak, Linghu Song stood up, scrutinized Lin Tian with a sharp gaze, and then demanded of Lu Jinghe.

"Hmph, as long as this guy surnamed Tang dares to compete with me, I will definitely knock his teeth out!" At this moment, Cheng Jie seemed to envision the scene of Lin Sa snuggling in his arms and excitedly cracked his knuckles, making a loud "pop" sound.

Gu Yun’s expression shifted several times, and his mind raced. The Heavenly Yin Sect and the Haoyang Sect actually had an agreement, and it appeared that it had been settled even before entering the ruins, specifically to deal with the Lingqiao Sect.

"My lord!" Someone knocked on the door again. I opened it and saw a strange soldier. Of course, he was new today, so it was perfectly normal that I did not recognize him.

A workaholic, filled with passion for football, possessing an extraordinary drive, immense coaching ability, and impeccable character—this is what constitutes the vivid image of Delia.

"My meaning is already very clear; I can only say that I am very grateful for your appreciation," Gao Chuan said, gripping his knees with both hands and looking earnestly at the middle-aged man in the white shirt.

Wu Yuexin felt a chill in his heart. As the next generation of the Wu family, he naturally knew the background of the Hundred Flowers Pavilion. For Madam Song to speak like this meant she was dealing with him as a figure of the martial arts world—in terms of the martial arts world, how could the Wu family compare to the Jingtian Sect behind the Hundred Flowers Pavilion?

Xu Mo gritted his teeth in excitement. What he feared most was discovering nothing; in that case, he would be too cautious to use it.

Shaking his head, he walked toward Wang Dazhuang’s bedroom. For him right now, there was no time to waste on such matters.

Through this glass, one could see the state of the building—in short, if you break this glass, you don't have to waste time going out the door and down the stairs to the battlefield; just jumping down is fine. Although, the destructive nature is slightly high.