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Blood flowed continuously from beneath the opponent’s body; the Seven-Injuries Fist was capable of bypassing external defenses to strike directly at the internal organs. One of them could not help but gasp, as the scene unfolding before them was completely different from what they had anticipated. He was arguably the most skilled doctor among his cohort, and had it not been for the issue of seniority, he would have attained the title of physician two years ago. Chen Dan and Hua Xiong battled for over a dozen rounds; initially evenly matched, Chen Dan gradually began to gain the upper hand. Upon arriving here, she followed her instincts to a pillar and peered down at its base. Meanwhile, an inexplicable sensation arose within him—a mix of restlessness, wandering thoughts, and a flutter of the heart. "Since the Ninth Chairman is with friends, I shall not intrude further. We shall meet again at the banquet tomorrow," Xu Mo said. If Xia Ziyu was indeed the runaway prince, then the lie about his illness would eventually be discovered by Mu Yunlie. Yan Zi tried to speak further, but the Lord of Mount Tai had already slipped away, dragging the Lord of Mount Tianshan, who had been spying the entire time, along with him. "It is not an apology that I want to hear," Yan Qianyi said calmly. "Ziyu and I have looked into you; there are no issues with your family background." It was like an unspoken rule, tacitly understood and acknowledged by all—a boundary that many knew existed and had the power to break, yet they lacked the resolve to do so, subconsciously avoiding the minefield they dared not touch.

After spending the night at the inn, they arrived at the Chen residence the next morning, only to find that Old Master Chen had indeed been angered to death. With the decision to return made, the group wasted no time. Mong-ji drove herself, and before parting ways, she told Zhao Yongqi that she wanted to check on Lee Kwang-soo, as yesterday’s events remained unresolved. Of course, Miao Renfeng was well aware that he could not possibly face a thousand alone. His Void Shadows consumed very little energy when idle, but once used as combat support, the drain was massive. He could not hold out for long, but upon realizing that the enemy belonged to the Song Clan’s mercenary division, he knew his side was destined for victory. "No wonder the Green Chapter Divine Garment could not track her. This room must be merely an entrance; the garment feared alerting the enemy and dared not probe further. Heh, but I have no such fear." "Could it be that Teacher Gu is on her period and in a rush to change her pad..." Zhou Tai remarked, arms crossed, watching her retreating figure. "Big Brother... Big Brother... is that you..." Suddenly, from the end of the long street, a distraught voice wailed. Jailer Number Two came stumbling along like a living corpse, cradling his brother’s body, which had been charred black by Roy. At this moment, no one had the heart to continue filming; the entire production crew had ground to a halt, seemingly waiting for news about Zhao Yongqi. The gap between the third, fifth, and seventh turns of the Golden Elixir was as vast as the difference between gas, liquid, and solid. Li Zhong now hungered to reach the seventh turn, eager to properly torment the donkey that had ambushed him. Linghu Chao had spotted the bat demon flying northwest and Du Hehuan fleeing in a panic from afar; naturally, he also saw Lu Hong standing with his hands behind his back on the spine of the Kun fish, along with the majestic Golden-Winged Peng circling in the sky. During this time, Qin Shuhuai had gained a certain understanding of the leadership team at the First Engineering Co., Ltd. It was rare for Ming Yue to be so earnest; had she not truly cared for Yu Tong, she would not have bothered to say so much. Under Ming Yue’s persuasion, Yu Tong gradually began to recover.

The aura around him seemed to explode suddenly. At the moment of the eruption, even Ming Yue could not help but exert her internal energy to resist. Amidst the swirling pressure, the tables in the room shook violently. Pushing aside the tall grass, they saw an old man in a coir raincoat sitting by the lake, holding a fishing rod. The lake was teeming with fish, yet the man’s hook was bare. By some unknown means, he had managed to draw all the fish in the lake to swarm around his hook. Aunt Dou, seeing Yingying chasing after them, breathless and unable to speak, pointed directly in the direction the biker gang had fled. Not far away, Zheng Guangming watched as Qiu Gua knelt before the grassy mound, burning paper money and sobbing incessantly, deeply moved by the funeral customs of the North. The first to be targeted by concentrated fire was their cavalry commander—he was dressed far too conspicuously, a general through and through; how could he not be the focus? The front-line soldiers opened fire in a volley, and the commander was riddled with dozens of bullets, falling from his horse only to be trampled into pulp by the troops behind. The preceding scene had unfolded under the very eyes of the White Crane Daoist, as if Li Yu had intentionally allowed himself to be stabbed to death by Li Youran. Zhang Zilin gave Xue Lian a thumbs up, pulled her sunglasses over her eyes, and leaned back in her seat to sleep. Sword qi suddenly appeared above the heads of the two, swelling to ten meters in length in the blink of an eye. It carved a black mark through the air and descended abruptly. The Poison Doctor seemed to gather some strength. "I need to seek another power—the power of the undead is not a long-term solution. Slaughtering on my own turf is not a way to sustain rule. I want a different power; one day, I will march upon the Holy Domain!" The Poison Doctor clenched his fist.