You truly possess such remarkable talent!

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In the realm of cultivation, it is not uncommon for practitioners to defeat those far above their level, so strength cannot simply be measured by cultivation rank. Some overwhelmingly powerful cultivators see this as a fundamental mistake. Flames erupted one after another from the Fiery Core Cauldron, and the disciple at the Dantian stage was instantly reduced to ashes upon contact. The elder pinned beneath Xia Tian, who was lost in a daze and had even forgotten to resist, murmured, "Samadhi True Fire."

"Although that pope’s surname is also Nicholas, I’m certain there’s no relation to me!" Su Meimei said indifferently. In her memory, her parents were commoners, with no connection to the noble pope.

This calamity’s power exceeded that of the Crimson Flame Divine Tribulation by far. The rain of drops forced Qin Lie to go all out in defense.

Seeing this, Zhao Changbing became even more ruthless, supporting the Yin-Yang Jade with all his might as he slammed it toward Feng Quan, sending him tumbling from the sky, dazed and disoriented.

Wang Meng wanted to persuade them, but he had been speaking casually all along. With Xia Tian present, he had to fake a smile despite his annoyance. After some attempts, upon Xia Tian’s refusal, he gave up.

She looked at Xia Tian with mixed feelings. Honestly, she couldn’t read Xia Tian’s mind. At this moment, those who helped her might not be good people; they could be opportunists.

Giant trees towered skyward, ancient vines twisting everywhere. Unknown beasts howled, some spirited, some ominous, adding a chilling atmosphere to the vibrant forest. Thick vegetation and withered vines intertwined, leaving almost no gaps.

"What road to immortality? Damn it, it’s a demon-slaying path! In the eyes of the heavenly gods, those who tread the path to immortality are demons. Few survive—most perish... perish," the Human Emperor said, his emotions rising as he drained a bowl of wine.

Looking out at the endless verdant hills, Lu Qingyu rubbed his temples in frustration. It seemed that trying to take shortcuts wouldn’t work; in the end, a fierce battle was unavoidable.

Vasak suddenly lunged, throwing a blade before him to block the Grand Elder. The two clashed ever closer to the entrance—one trying to stop Su Yiren, the other refusing to yield an inch.

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"Having a child is nothing serious. I just want to see her, out of concern. How could I harm her?" Cheng’s mother objected.

Shakespeare once said: "What is tragedy? It is the destruction of something beautiful—that is tragedy." For some reason, this phrase suddenly surfaced in Lin Xingmo’s mind.

The Vermilion Bird transformed into a handsome man upon seeing her, though such a beautiful man looked rather disheveled.

When he saw Xiao Jianglian again, he was taken aback. His gaze involuntarily flicked to Leng Moyu. Where had this come from? A fifth-rank dark magic tutor and a rare genius.

Though giant birds guarded the outside, the enemy possessed terrifying invisibility, capable of silently infiltrating.

Usopp, lying injured, swallowed hard facing the enraged Nami, then hurried to the watchtower, clutching the large bump on his head, unwilling to spread any negativity.

Belle was startled by the sudden loud voice, tears falling. She never felt that any of her actions out of love for him were wrong.

In an instant, the room, once filled with cold air, returned to warmth. At that moment, the seven-colored elk was nearly moved to tears.

Que Yu plopped down beside Tian Tian, pulling her close with one arm while stealthily stealing her popcorn with the other.

The middle-aged man sneered at Lin Wei’s baiting but remained silent. He was too lazy to argue. Since Huangfu Zhaoyang was absent, he would wait for the next time.

As for their thoughts, Jiang Xinyu could only say they were overthinking. She had no time to deal with them one by one. Besides, the matter with the second concubine was already enough to teach them a lesson. Why bother with more?

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Gao Chong wondered if this Fang Zun was the same as the one discovered in 1938, or if the 1938 find was not the original treasure’s excavation site. Was the original lost again and then rediscovered by the Jiang brothers?

Fang Zhen’s gaze shifted toward Chen Feng. Upon seeing him, his brow furrowed slightly—or perhaps something else. Chen Feng feigned calmness, pretending not to be nervous about the situation.

Ning Fuchen knew this was a joke about money but still felt some emotion. He hadn’t done anything yet was unexpectedly well cared for. One had to admit that having strength was an invisible threat; even doing nothing could become a crucial bargaining chip.

The old man watched the scene before him—something he had never dared to imagine. He had made countless trips, said countless words, and caused many disturbances over this matter, all to no avail.

Nanny Zhu’s face was half covered in blood. She struggled to open her eyes, looking at Zhu Daniu with a trembling voice: "Daniu... from now on, Auntie... can no longer... take care..." Before finishing, her head tilted and she collapsed into Zhu Daniu’s arms.

Hali Su rolled over and sat up. Others could be ignored, but he couldn’t ignore his younger brother. When did Western Xia dare to attack the Jin Empire? Although he only had 2,500 troops, it wasn’t an easy target for ordinary Western Xia soldiers.

A high-ranking subordinate appeared. Although he was not the strongest here, he was nearly on par with the strongest.