108 Superheroes 17

Inside the Hundred Flowers Pavilion, songs and dances filled the air, accompanied by graceful figures and soul-stirring smiles. Phantom led her people inside, and with a wave of her hand, the hidden guards charged forward.

Suddenly, Sona "saw" a fire ignite within Ares' heart. The flames grew fiercer and fiercer, spreading to Ares' brain in an instant. The intense heat of the fire severed the connection between Sona and Ares.

Ye Peiyu was so overwhelmed with excitement that she was speechless. The joy in her heart, impossible to hide, was written all over her face. She walked to Lu Ruicheng’s side, gazing up at him with a look of pure sweetness.

"What exactly is in the backyard?" Yun Heng was reluctant to investigate, yet consumed by curiosity, fearing that the secret he might uncover would be linked to him.

Master Tiehun knew the weapon he had forged himself; he realized he could no longer dodge this strike. If he used the Thousand-Mechanism Sword to block it, the blade would be split in two, and Prince Yu's sword would still descend upon his head.

"Are we not going to count the heads?" Hai Qin asked without backing down, expressing his dissatisfaction with the old pirate.

Lu Ruicheng’s slender fingers did not loosen in the slightest. Ye Peiyu’s face began to ache.

Today had been truly bizarre. Even before the Buddha statue rose, he had felt something was wrong. Images of himself being bullied and beaten kept flashing through his mind, and an unsettling sensation rippled continuously through his body.

But Cora was no pushover. Kansa ignored the beast-faced soldiers lunging toward her; as an elite sand snake, if she couldn't devour prey delivered right to her doorstep, that was her own fault.

She was truly naive, easily coaxed with a few sweet words. Concubine Ye shook her head, finding it laughable—it was a case of the general being willing while the performer remained heartless.

He immediately pulled her close, led her to the sofa in his office, sat her down, and poured her a glass of warm water.

Although Rong Ye knew that Song Zhiying had some skills and kept bodyguards at home, he still could not help but worry about her.

It was unexpected that they were truly professional experts, though the phrase "dimensional strike" was certainly humiliating enough.

What a mess this was. Mija signaled, and out of sight of the cameras, a security guard opened a briefcase, revealing it stuffed with hundred-dollar bills, and displayed it to Zizifeng.

This trending topic had been online for about a day before Rong Ye found out. He had spent the last few years abroad and had uninstalled Weibo; since news about Song Zhiying could not be searched on the platform, Rong Ye hadn't bothered to use it.

Li Ye’s wounds had stopped bleeding, but they continued to ache, and his right hand remained difficult to use. Fortunately, Qiu'er and Yue'er were there to help.

But just as they reached about a hundred paces, a flash of light erupted from the Jing Kingdom’s formation ahead, followed by plumes of blue smoke.

Mija certainly wouldn't follow; he didn't know how to track tigers, and joining the mountain hunt would only add to the chaos. Though he couldn't grasp what was happening, Mija still hoped that they would find the tiger.

It was only then that I understood why Zhusha had felt that way at the time. Those water monsters had already swum into the walls or beneath the floorboards of the room. I thought to myself that Zhusha’s sensory abilities were truly terrifying.

The battle between the Scorpion clan and the humans was exceptionally brutal. In the boundless desert, two figures stood watching the flames from afar; one of them was Peter, a newly ascended powerhouse of the Scorpion clan.

This was a critical moment. Even if I was reluctant, I had to bring out this life-saving golden trinket. He raised his gun, tilted his neck slightly, and began firing "pop-pop" at the sphere above, muttering under his breath things like "Qingxu, Huima, Gaoxuan..."

Everyone’s faces were filled with strange expressions. They were boiling with fury but intimidated by the Mad Blade Martial Emperor in the Medicine Sect's camp. They were all so angry their whiskers bristled and their faces turned the color of liver, yet not a single soul dared to utter a word.

No matter how much they hated Chu Yan or wanted him dead, they dared not rashly charge into the spirit formation to strike.

"Do you know what I hate most about you? I hate your indifference, and I hate your smile. What is there to be happy about when you are on the verge of death?" Hun Chen said bitterly.

At this moment, in the outer orbit of the Romon mother planet, the only organized fleet was the Yuni defense fleet; they were the only ones who could produce a large quantity of space torpedoes.

This was the scenario everyone had set up: Gong Bingbing would get drunk at a bar, be targeted by a pervert, and then Duzun would appear to play the hero, only to end up being chased and beaten.

To his disappointment, he did not find Chu Ge'er, nor did he see Wei Xiang. Instead, he found An Dai. She saw him too, apologized to the handsome man beside her, and carried her wine glass toward Xiang Yu.

In this last sentence, Hou Liangsheng’s tone was filled with immense confidence, as if everything between heaven and earth were under his control. This demeanor and tone caused Huan Xuan to frown slightly once again.

Hao Yun led Lin Yumeng and Jingsheng into the Illusion Mist Forest. Red mists of confusion surged continuously, swallowing them up after only a few breaths.

Now that it was over, seeing the Hao family in such misfortune and their plans failed, how could they not feel a sense of vindictive satisfaction and glee?

"Brother Huzi, why didn't you wake me up?" Lu Shaoyun covered his face with both hands, his tone tinged with a hint of grievance.

Weichu Prefecture was one of the eight prefectures, its territory adjacent to the capital of Dali. It was mountainous, with the most famous peaks being the Ailao Mountains and the Wuliang Mountains.