Chapter 20: Journey to Canglang

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After a brief silence, Elder Xuan remained dazed, though his muttering grew by one more phrase: "Your lives belong to me."

By then, Yang Lan had already flown back, and Zhang Fei gently laid Tao Yiting down. Her injuries would require some time to heal, but Zhang Fei could not stay by her side indefinitely—after all, the King of Slaughter was still rampaging wildly.

One silver needle hovered just a millimeter away from his precious one. Another step closer, and it would pierce through.

Suddenly, fine green scales sprouted on both claws as they gripped Chen Yuan’s fists tightly.

“Please open the door,” a voice sounded again from outside, this time noticeably more polite, a shift in tone that deepened Seranni’s despair.

“Daoist Kuang, we meet again, and this friend of mine as well. You two came to Beiquan Mountain to find me—surely not to seek revenge again?” Gu Yuanqing said coldly. His impression of the Lingxu Sect was poor; just as he ascended the mountain, members of Lingxu had tried to kill him, and now they had come four times in a row.

Better to avoid trouble altogether. The royal family already feared the Mu clan enough; naturally, the Flame Clan would not allow their son to charge into the Royal Court’s crossfire. Though not one to shy away from conflict, she was thoroughly lazy at heart.

At the entrance to Qingfeng Mountain Range, the group heard the clang of swords and blades striking one another.

Everyone knew that more than half of the central government’s power was held by the Ten Attendants. Others had no chance to approach the Emperor. Xia Feng’s summons to the Emperor clearly had Zhang Rang and others’ approval, revealing much about Xia Feng’s background.

Since the second semester of tenth grade, Lin Yingtao had not returned to basketball training, gradually losing contact with her former teammates.

Sun Mengling shivered as she saw the contact name on her phone, her face instantly lighting up with joy. Without hesitation, she grabbed the latest iPhone 5s.

Lu Yincong pulled Lian Yu, who was choking on water, onto the reef, then hurried over! He slowly helped Liu Guang’ao up, noticing large bloodstains on his pants and legs, with blood flowing from multiple places. It was unclear how many fractures he had. His eyes were tightly shut, and his body sagged weakly in Yincong’s arms.

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Only upon scanning did Su Cheng realize that making the U.S. President apologize was actually a hidden mission within “Beating Up the Whole World.”

When Qing Zhi’s battle formation surged with overwhelming spiritual power to strike Bai Xiong, ready to land a decisive blow on the battered man, the drums signaling the end of the tribal ranking war suddenly sounded.

Page after page, the gravity on his face grew heavier, like accumulating water about to spill onto the table.

She lifted her head slightly; dusk had fully fallen. The moon climbed into the southeastern sky, a few faint stars hanging above. The African night was pure and tranquil.

In contrast, Su Ni raised his energy to its peak. A thunderous chain shattered the enemy’s magical form. Thunder crackled fiercely between his hands; with a single step, he pressed down directly on the opponent’s head.

The next morning, when Yincong woke, he found Xi Zhi still sound asleep, her covering garment slid off. He quietly approached, covered her properly, and stepped outside the cabin. The rain had stopped; after the storm came clear skies—a fine day indeed.

With one hand, he formed a sword technique, summoning the icy blood sword once more. The other hand drew a black scroll from his storage space.

Unable to deny the accusations, Sun Dagui claimed he only took money to do tasks and knew nothing else. When reporters asked where the bodies were buried, he pointed under the Lilu Bridge, among the reeds.

Shi Chunyang finished adjusting the crusher and meticulously arranged the cold-glowing surgical tools, his expression solemn as if performing a sacred ritual.

The scene was hauntingly familiar, as if corpses lay in immaculate white bathtubs, immersed in a super solvent.

Just moments ago, she had opened a box of gifts containing items seen on television, rumored to cost thousands of yuan per box.

Winding through the foliage, water droplets resting on branches dripped onto her. She huddled her neck, trying to hop forward to avoid tripping on twigs, though some stiff branches still poked her skin repeatedly.

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Xun Yi leaned close to her ear and whispered, his delicate brows filled with silent confusion and a lack of understanding.

The more she looked, the wider her peach blossom eyes grew; the more she saw, the more the high wall in her heart crumbled, until finally her hands trembled slightly, as if a terrifying truth had rushed into her mind, striking her with a dizzying shock.

Some began to leap about, demanding he resign from his post as deputy mayor to apologize, reasoning that at his age, occupying the position was highly unpopular.

But before his body had traveled far, a beam of azure light suddenly burst from the eyes of the blue jade pendant, striking Tian Yuhan’s chest directly.

Amidst the chaos and confusion, Luo Yelin suddenly recalled something, his eyes brightening and his expression gradually settling.

By the time Li Xiang descended the stairs, it was already noon, his hair a wild mess rivaling Tang Ke’s.

“If I take off not only my hat and mask but also my down jacket, can I get two signed magazines?” Xu Xianjun asked as he removed his hat, mask, and jacket one by one, then turned around and waved at everyone.

Shengong You could endure the tedious and arduous training, but lacked sufficient time for cultivation.

Such figures were not unheard of in the industry; Han Pei was one—well-connected and influential, refusing kiss or sex scenes. He occasionally appeared in a few dramas before but hadn’t acted in years, instead becoming a variety show regular.