Chapter 40: Release.

Hearing Grace’s reply, Lu Xia was startled, though she was reluctant to admit it. Had Grace not brought it up, she would have completely forgotten about the existence of the four husbands. If this were true, then the cold attitude of the older, white-haired man she had encountered moments ago made perfect sense. After all, not only had she failed to recognize her own husband, but she had also forgotten his name—her reputation as a heartless female was now well and truly cemented.

Suddenly, Sasaki, the old man who had been kneeling on the ground, turned around. With a grave and pained expression, he called out to the young ninja in a deep voice.

Unable to make a dodging maneuver in time, both of them pushed their protective internal energy to its absolute limit, bracing against the threat of any hidden weapons.

While defeating the counterattacking Xia Dynasty might be difficult, ensuring that they could not advance a single inch southward was as easy as turning over one's hand.

Minato and Kushina sat on the sofa, while Jiraiya sat opposite them, sitting upright with a serious expression.

In the entire Great Wilderness Forest, he was likely the only one qualified to engage in a truly equal conversation with the Second Prince of the Blood-born.

Refusing to give the Giant Spirit God a chance to react, Pei Yuanqing threw punches with both hands, using his fists like twin hammers, each blow carrying the techniques of hammer-wielding.

"Ugh!" Jessica Jung was furious; she had gone in circles only to tangle herself up. She sat on the sofa, fuming, picked up an apple, and bit into it with great force, as if she were biting Liu Shixin himself.

"Jessica!" Liu Shixin helped her up, grabbing her shoulders and shaking them firmly.

Just like that, after much effort to stop Might Guy, he became one of the members under her command.

Liu Shixin’s speed stunned Jessica; in less than twenty minutes, a low-cut miniskirt appeared on the drawing paper.

Therefore, when Lola dies and gains the powerful defensive trait, every time an enemy deals a pathetic 1 point of damage to her, they simultaneously suffer damage equal to 125% of their own attack power.

This tempering was not merely a simple concentration or refinement; in reality, it was a further deconstruction of the origin of spirit, combining it into higher-quality spiritual essence.

By then, Li Lingyue and Liu Jin had been riding for a day and a night, having traveled from the capital city of Xudu along the Gyeonggi road, and were about to enter the territory of Tongzhou.

Upon realizing she had been reborn, she attended that class reunion to verify if she was truly alive, never expecting to run into Chu Ci the moment she arrived.

This won't do. Money is never-ending, but once the body collapses, it cannot be mended. I will return to my maiden home in a few days; I cannot let my aunt work herself so hard.

Wearing someone else's clothes—the sizes were not too different. Although Zhang Rui possessed astonishing physical strength, his appearance remained that of a young boy, and the scent lingering on Director Wu's clothes was likely quite distinctive.

At the same time, the penetration of the medicinal properties into the body, brought about by stimulating the high-speed circulation of blood and energy, felt nearly identical to the sensation of "tempering the body with the power of heaven and earth." This pain was far more than "just a little."

In just two or three days, the entire Long Song Forest was engulfed in the flames of war; many races were forced to migrate or even faced extinction.

The Red-Bearded Fire Dragon achieved immediate victory, circling in the low sky with a faint hum before returning to the Xuanyuan Bow as if nothing had happened. Looking up, the dark clouds that had blotted out the sun had scattered, and sunlight pierced through, dyeing half the sky crimson. The survivors felt for the first time how warm the sun was and how beautiful it was to be alive.

Su Miaojing glanced at Shen Yunche, noting that he was also wearing a long robe with tight sleeves, his dark hair pulled up and secured with a crown.

"Since you aren't using it, then let me borrow it for a while." Ning Yi tucked the motion-sensing game console under his arm. He quite enjoyed these games, and this was exactly to his liking.

The foreman and several construction workers were instantly stunned. They had heard stories of Li Yuanba killing a bull with his bare hands, but who the hell had ever heard of a man nearing sixty knocking someone to the point of vomiting blood with a single punch?