Performer (12)

After completing yesterday’s task, the clairvoyance skill had advanced from beginner to intermediate. Its cooldown time was halved, reduced from twenty minutes to ten, and the maximum duration of each use increased to ten seconds. Was the Lord God deliberately encouraging everyone to take part in Orochimaru’s plan? Reflecting on the first stage of the mission he’d accepted, which was clearly aligned with Orochimaru, Meng Fei began to weigh his options.

Shizuru Kiyono could no longer speak; the super-intellect revered as a god by the Japanese team, the very soul of their group, had died so quietly and unexpectedly. Armengo Ondo rose to his feet. The black crowd, painstakingly gathered before the plaza, scattered in panic after Endong Micha was shot—fleeing until none remained. Only the foreign journalists on the viewing platform kept snapping photos, accompanied by a few embassy officials closely allied with the Obiang government.

During the auction, an unfamiliar old man abruptly rushed onto the stage, throwing the audience below into chaos.

“Your style remains unchanged—you still prefer utter annihilation. Are you confident you can wipe out the Shenzhou team?” Ken Asou revealed an expression of curiosity for the first time.

One must choose friends carefully; if you surround yourself with mere drinking companions, then should misfortune befall you, they will disappear without a trace.

Among them, a first-tier demon beast is generally equivalent in strength to a human at the third to seventh level of the postnatal realm.

Compared to Fang Can’s performance, Golden Eyes was far superior. This formidable, undying spirit, once given explicit instructions by Fang Can, crushed every opponent without exception.

Gao Peng contemplated various ways to torment Zhou Jian, though these ideas remained fantasies. He lacked the nerve for murder, but he could certainly hire someone to give Zhou Jian a beating.

Meanwhile, even the Fireblade clan was unaware that the underground water veins flowing beneath the Howling Caverns had been contaminated. Before long, the entire Sweetwater Oasis would face a severe water shortage.

Man and dog had long mastered their cooperation, to the point where those watching from outside wore bemused expressions.

“You should come with us as well. You are the final victors. It’s time for your commendation.” The teacher smiled kindly.

Blade Zong dared not make promises, and his words lost their conviction. Lu Yan glanced at him disdainfully and, not bothering to say more, strode straight down the stairs.

The officials remained calm. Since Lin Feng arrived in the Southern District, Daoists often visited, mostly seeking enlightenment or immortality.

The man in black held some expectation in his heart. He wanted to know whether, after hearing those words, the crazed fellow could use his one remaining strike to kill him.

Originally, Luo Chenxuan was merely a sweeper at the Purple Qi Sect, responsible for cleaning the palace—the lowest rank. Once, while accompanying the steward to procure supplies, he was snatched by a millennia-old vermilion bird.

Disama had been appointed to the latter type of death knight, which explained why his power was so formidable compared to others; Yu Bin hoped for the same, not the version he called “the neutered death knight.”

“Chief of the Third Action Group,” Miao Shan said in despair. After uttering those words, he could no longer return to the Xu Corporation. Even if Ye Xian spared him, he would be forced to flee for his life.

“Where are my parents?” she finally remembered the real issue, and just then, her parents’ voices sounded from outside.

He considered himself easygoing. Since everyone had come around, there was no need for violence.

Chopper kept silent, still trembling in terror. If not for Buggy’s intimidating command to sit, he would have hidden already.

The bronze mirror revealed everything inside Zhang Hao’s body, including the contents of his storage pouch.

Earlier, she had added a considerable amount of purgative to that bucket of water. Not long after the big black horse drank, it reacted violently.

Two days had passed since the implementation of Plan A. Each day brought new hope to Cui Jianjun—and each day saw that hope dashed.

The mighty Yangtze River merges seamlessly with the earth, mutually dependent, so how can one speak of clear divisions? Baiyun shook his head in reply.

Shen Yanhong charged into the house, saw the old lady’s darkened face, and stood dumbfounded, instantly understanding.

Sheng Yadi had no idea how she’d fainted. When she awoke, her head was muddled; in her haze, she seemed to hear Li Shaoting’s voice and thought it was just a confusion in her mind.

So, Brook decided to cast aside fifty years of loneliness, seal away the sound shell that had accompanied him for half a century, and accept Luffy’s invitation with a renewed spirit—joining the Straw Hat Pirates.

“Why not enter the clubhouse?” Puzan stepped forward, sat before Su Mu, and asked with a gentle smile.

Optimism is a good thing, but if one is consumed solely by optimism and lacks reverence for the future, it becomes arrogance.

He once took on Cang Yi’s backlash, his surroundings growing thick with blood crystals, sinking into the sea.

He refused to collude with that sect, but if he did, the sect would surely kill Lord Zhang to silence him.

The next moment, the latter stepped forward, raised his foot, and stomped hard on Dong Wanjun’s face, twisting it violently.

We critique because, as the seventh art, cinema no longer reflects any sincerity from its creators.

Just as they were about to leave, the tightly closed door opened, and Lin Xiao emerged.

Scotland plugged his phone in to charge, just recovered from Kawakami Ji. He wasn’t sure if the organization had installed any extras, but he wouldn’t need his phone for this information exchange.