Chapter 47: Sandbank (Part Nineteen)

However, she did not say anything else. She merely watched as Zhuo Jiu's figure vanished from sight, then fell into deep contemplation.

Zhuo Qizhen shouted at the top of his lungs, "Get out of the way!" Taking advantage of the moment when King Saikan had not yet fully withdrawn his attack, he darted straight through the space between the two, clutching his long sword as he advanced.

Upon arriving at his private VIP suite, Qin Tianming changed into comfortable clothes and reclined on the plush, spacious bed, waiting for the manager to summon those college students.

Wang Minxuan deftly withdrew the silver needles from her body and then proceeded to poke at several enigmatic pressure points using a peculiar technique.

During the town's curfew, there were surprisingly no patrolling government soldiers to be seen; it seemed the supernatural monster had truly terrified the local populace to the core.

Meanwhile, Li Jian had already rendezvoused with Old Zhang. The two of them appeared side by side along the river channel leading out to sea, weaving their way through a cluster of boats belonging to various merchants with a retinue of several men.

Chewing dryly on the bones made the fat dog somewhat thirsty, so its long tongue continuously licked at the holy water. That was the holy water pool, and the fat dog frequented it to quench its thirst.

Zhao Yanran had no inkling of what kind of person Qin Ruoyun truly was, which prevented her from acting too casually; thus, she had no choice but to lower her posture first.

"Don't just thank me with mere words; show me your sincerity through practical actions," Qin Tianming teased with a smile.

Ever since He Mengyi's perspective on Qin Tianming shifted, Yuan Hua's aspiring warlord persona finally began to exert its influence.

As long as that wooden puppet Great Wizard was brought to heel, virtually everyone in Baishui Village would naturally fall into line.

When Leng Yuefei began to sing, everyone instantly burst into laughter. The song was utterly inconsistent with Leng Yuefei's usual public image.

Zhao Yan's Blood Buddha Realm was a peculiar existence, a chamber that seemed separated from the outside world by an extraordinary, barrier-like layer.

Han Zhi gazed at him with complete serenity, as though she had wholly accepted that this man was to be her everything for the remainder of her days. Consequently, no matter what he did, she fully cooperated.

As long as those celestial beings from the heavenly realm could manifest miracles and have them widely disseminated, Wang Ge could guarantee that all these pious believers would instantly forsake their original faiths and turn to embrace the angels or the Jade Emperor.

The desolate, imposing sword stood like an ancient deity from the dawn of time, gazing down silently upon the entire Mount Shu. It seemed to have existed right there since the primordial creation, never having shifted an inch.

Who could blame her for being dissatisfied with the formidable bodyguards the compass had arranged for her? It forced Boss Luo to secretly make arrangements of his own behind the scenes.

Although the Xuanji Sect had secured the coveted position of chief disciple among the three major sects this time around, the expression of the Xuanji Sect's Patriarch, Ancestor Lingxu, was far from pleasant.

Sure enough, the moment Zhang Chen approached the golden giant eagle, the creature let out a sharp cry. This sound, carrying a soul-shaking resonance, instantly pierced into the minds of both Zhang Chen and Voldemort.

The illumination grew increasingly bright as the exit came into view. Wright suddenly activated the sprinting enchantment on his winged boots, instantly doubling his speed. With a single explosive stride, he leaped high into the air, brandishing his greatsword. Unable to even wait for a downward slash, guided purely by the momentary flash of the figure in his field of vision, he brought the weapon crashing down toward the humanoid shape.

"Transport the nuclear bombs, blow up the wormhole, and completely sever the passage between the Atlanteans and Earth!" Xue Rengang took a deep breath, pronouncing each word with deliberate slowness.

Reaching the Third Grand Completion realm commanded immense reverence. What manner of supreme honor was it to follow such an entity? How could there be any room for grievances?

He—representing China and its population of over a billion—had placed all his final and sole hopes squarely upon the shoulders of Chen Bayi.

Supposing that he and his companions really entered by such means, could they genuinely hope to reap any benefits? Could they truly obtain what they desired?

The twenty-year-old Tomiyasu Takehiro played for Sint-Truiden, a mid-table club in the Belgian First Division. It was a Japanese-funded team; while Tomiyasu was recruited due to this connection, he earned his spot as a regular starter purely on merit.

Following Erke's grievous injury and the decline of the Yehe Nara clan, the three supreme clans—the Ru, the Bing, and the Sha—jointly seized control of the demon race.

"Don't you worry about such matters; just focus on properly mapping out the strategic development of the group. What this young master needs are ventures catering to the people's fundamental livelihood, with priority given to the primary sector!" Chen Bayi said with a faint smile to Yan Xujie.

"What? Reluctant to part with this Exalted Sovereign, hoping I will reign supreme over this otherworldly realm for eternity?" The corner of his mouth twitched upward as Chen Bayi offered a deeply amused and teasing remark.

Previously, the Third Hokage and his companions had attempted to use this very technique to seal Orochimaru, never anticipating that shortly thereafter, Orochimaru would turn it against them.

However, individuals above the fourth tier in the capital wore grave expressions, for they knew this was no mere weather phenomenon; someone had broken through to a higher realm of power.

Before leaving, however, Zhang偲 informed them of the location of the Family Fortune Supermarket, instructing them to find a way toward the sanctuary located there.

Wen Xiaoli purchased a plane ticket and arrived in Shanghai the very next day. Knowing of her impending arrival, Xie Qing accompanied Chen Wei to the airport to welcome her.

The cultivation path she desired was akin to her own—seeking immortality specifically for the sake of vengeance. But what would come after that vengeance was exacted? Would she live out a mundane existence?

"They slaughtered one another until some perished, and others were eliminated by the trials themselves. In the end, every single one of them died!" Gu Chen declared.

Thousands of skeletal remains clad in military uniforms lay strewn about in disarray, creating a scene that chilled the soul to the bone.

Gu Chen charged forward all the way, and the Heavenly Venerate-level entities blocking his path continuously fell here one after another.

Exhausting his final ounce of strength to utter those words, Erha honorably drifted off into a profound slumber, affording Xu Mo not a single second to ponder or react before plunging headlong into unconsciousness.

Watching Erha's expression—one that yearned to resist yet found itself completely powerless to do so—Xu Mo could not suppress a cheerful smile. It had been a very long time since he had felt such genuine happiness.

Upon stepping outside, he caught sight of the elderly man he had been drinking with the previous night and his wife discussing something in hushed tones. The moment they noticed his appearance, however, they abruptly ceased their conversation and turned around in unison to face him, leaving him feeling rather awkward.

As for Zhang Yuxin, ever since her debut, she had never let slip a single opportunity for publicity—such as walking the red carpet at Cannes clad in a rustic green-and-red quilted coat, though she was unfortunately dismissed by foreign media as an "unidentified person," providing mere comic relief for the masses.

Naturally, this sense of a "bargain" was relative; ordinary peasant households could never afford to squander resources on such extravagant playthings.

Fu Nian hurriedly flew back into the formation, leading the Void Warriors, Baralgo, and other void-faring races in a successful escape.

Although this was not the realm of Wind and Cloud, where the power of the Heavenly Crying Scripture could unveil every hidden secret of the universe, it was still more than capable of appraising rare heavenly treasures and identifying their already-discovered properties and established names.

The individuals invigilating her examination were Principal Bai and the school's head of academic affairs. As soon as the test commenced, Principal Bai tossed the question papers for all three grade levels directly onto Hu Xi's desk.