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Thousands of soldiers and retainers along the post road were all struck with terror as they watched Liu Hu'er gallop past, holding Wang Wu's bloody head in his hand.

The imperial physicians stood far off, able only to watch as Princess Chao'an opened and closed every single medicine cabinet in the imperial pharmacy one by one.

Xuanyuan Sheng, having been called out, drooped his head, completely losing his usual unbridled arrogance as he obediently stood there to be scolded.

Beside them, Xuanyuan smiled slightly at the two of them: "Xue'er! I knew you would be thrilled if I told you he had come. Alright, let's all sit down and catch up. If you two keep going like this, I'm going to get jealous..." The three of them exchanged a smile.

Having settled this tricky matter, Chen Hao stopped "stirring up flames." He needed to get a clear grasp of the neurology department's "foundations" before formulating future rules and regulations based on specific circumstances.

Just as he grabbed hold of an arm, a sharp pain struck his knee, and before he even understood what was happening, he dropped heavily to his knees with a thud.

Her fingertips drew forth dazzling threads of light, which smoothed out the previously violent cosmic energy before slowly infusing it into Lou Jia's glabella.

Zhang Dakui set about resetting the bone for him, pulling a prepared wooden stick from his robe to secure the set fracture points.

The Six Generations of Cangshan, appearing out of nowhere, suddenly materialized before Zen Master Wudao. With a surprise attack employing the Five-Beast Prison Sealing Technique, they forcibly trapped Flying Leaf inside, while Star-Plucker, seeing Flying Leaf confined, instantly leaped into the cage.

It was not as though history had never seen support-class individuals capable of curing insect toxins, but they were exceedingly rare; any one of them casually singled out would be among the most brilliant geniuses of their era.

The delicate cries lingered, breaking and resuming, driven by Blue YiZe's increasingly fierce movements. Finally, unable to hold back any longer, someone let out a completely uninhibited cry of release.

Her mind was in complete chaos. What had just happened far exceeded her expectations. Chu Feng was clearly nothing more than a "humble existence" with negligible strength, yet she found herself seemingly caught under his spell.

These three clubs shared remarkably similar backgrounds; the owners of Chelsea and Monaco were both Russian billionaires, though by comparison Abramovich kept a much higher profile, and naturally, his Chelsea achieved far greater success.

Numerous voices of discussion swept through the air. In the void, the many battle emperors were still reeling in shock over Han Yun's terrifying strength.

Caesar had controlled the Earth's spiritual controllers to join the military camp, and upon his death, that mental control naturally dissolved. Prompted by Nansheng's words, Mo Qiang suddenly snapped back to his senses. The Earth spiritual controllers, consisting only of spiritual bodies, might fall into utter chaos—should he go out and explain things to them? But he still hadn't found the space shuttle.

Mo Qiang made up his mind. The heart-rending screams would not stop just because the Golden Armor shook its head a few times. At that moment, Mo Qiang had no spare energy to care what the Golden Armor was saying; he had to split his spiritual consciousness into over a thousand parts, converting them into mental energy in order to stimulate his awakening.

After half an hour of fierce combat, the vanguard suffered heavy casualties, with only a few dozen escaping back. Ding Cheng and Cong Fei won a complete victory, leading their men back to the county government office. At that moment, Li Bei also happened to return triumphantly with his forces. Zhou Rouqiang was overjoyed and hosted a banquet at the yamen to celebrate the triumphs of Ding Cheng, Li Bei, and the others.

The atmosphere inside the carriage grew heavy for a moment. Blue YiZe said nothing, nor did he rush to leave, choosing instead to quietly stay in the car and accompany Jian Ning. After a moment, Jian Ning seemed to recover, flipping down the car's sun visor mirror. Seeing her tear-stained face in the reflection, she couldn't help but laugh out loud for no particular reason.

"Kids these days have it too good. They even smoke cigarettes this expensive—such extravagance," the team leader said that morning upon entering the office, tossing a pack of cigarettes toward me.

This process caused coordinated vibrations in the ground, thereby generating mechanical seismic waves.

Lang Qi knew that Fang Wanghua would call another meeting regarding this matter, but he hadn't expected her to be in such an urgent state.

Deeply aware of what Lin Xiaozhu had been suspecting previously, Lang Qi deliberately distanced himself from Jiang Yiyun, plunging straight into his own work without even exchanging a greeting.

"Why did you sneak out by yourself? Have you thought of a new ID yet?" Shen Yuling walked side by side with Chen Ge, asking.

In Cao Ren's military camp, the deep of night had reached the second watch, yet the camp's defense and patrols remained extremely strict.

Liming listened as Avenia showered praise upon his culinary skills, slowly finishing his dinner bite by bite.

"Sit down properly and behave!" Fei Yinan pressed down on Song Ruyi's shoulders, forcing her back onto the sofa.

The two stepped into the room. Although no one lived there permanently, it was cleaned occasionally, making the interior relatively tidy, though it lacked a sense of human warmth.

This time, Kebin deployed a massive force of sixty thousand troops, charging toward Zhang Ji's army like a overwhelming deluge.

Ananda, if the sense of touch arose from the body, there would be no distinction between the presence and absence of touch; but without touch, what does the body consciousness perceive?

Yan Maoqing needed to protect his position and therefore had to regain imperial favor; the way to regain imperial favor was to acquire more silver. The easiest way to make money was to meddle in the salt administration.

As for the subsequent examinations, there was truly nothing much to say. Mathematics was slightly more difficult, but for Yu Shan, who had begun studying formations, memorizing certain mathematical formulas made solving the problems not all that difficult.

At that time, Xiao Yang lacked the mature sophistication of his present self; he was idealistic, carrying a sense of self-righteous purity that was out of step with the world. Yet in this commercial era, such moral fastidiousness in itself constituted an unappealing arrogance.

After all, even though professional wrestling resulted in numerous injuries and deaths, many people still claimed it was scripted performance. A cooking competition, where subjective judgment played such a significant role, needed at the very least to maintain fairness in other aspects.

Most importantly, this kind of potion would plunge a person into darkness, reducing them to a monster driven by the shadows—a truly ominous state of affairs.

Moving against the maddened Xuri Dongsheng was not because Ye Xing was cruel, but because the circumstances did not allow him to show mercy. Whether Xuri Dongsheng was genuinely mad or faking it, leaving him alive would forever remain a huge hazard. Showing kindness now would only land his future self in an unfavorable position.