26 She killed her brother.

Many officials and experts within the God Alliance have long been unaccustomed to large-scale combat. Accustomed to a life of ease and privilege, they have grown used to mere words being enough to send enemies fleeing in terror. Now that the pressure is mounting from all sides, a realization has dawned on everyone: the glory built over tens of billions of years is likely about to be buried.

For the sake of Liang Yifan, and for her own sake, she would never tell her about this matter, not even if it killed her.

The attribute-less laws, containing immense energy, shattered in an instant, reverting into primordial energy before transforming into the first variant of the Chaos Divine Talisman.

After rushing into the bedroom, Sun Xiang grabbed her suitcase, threw open the wardrobe, and began selecting the clothes she favored.

Zuo Feibai snapped his fingers. Li Xingcai and Lin Ling blinked, shaking off their daze, and the hallucinations vanished.

This "Hot-Blooded Football" was not entirely chaotic. Through these few matches, he had discovered that the opponents' skills were not actually that strong. If he could coordinate his passing and positioning with his teammates, he might be able to handle them without resorting to fighting.

At this, both Nangong Mo and Nangong Chuli subconsciously looked toward Ning Xiaoxi, curious to see her reaction. However, they found her completely unmoved, her head lowered as if she were indifferent to the matter.

The old man coughed softly and glanced down at the bloodstains on his handkerchief, his murky eyes dimming slightly.

As for whether those people believed it or not, Ling Yu did not care in the least. For those who feared not death and dared to try, the final outcome would be something they would never forget.

The formation consisted of four sixteen-by-sixteen squares, creating a grand formation of 1,024 blade-and-shield soldiers.

No one expected that the outsiders who had been driven away would dare to return. Yet, relying on their sturdy city walls, the locals had reason to believe that these invaders would retreat once they realized the difficulty.

"Forget it, survival is what matters right now." Li Jing shook his head but said nothing more. His personal guards were left bewildered, unable to fathom what their lord was worried about; the situation was currently excellent, so what was there to fear?

Cao Zhi was clever and multi-talented; though not yet seven, he answered questions with ease and spoke with literary flair. Xun Yu, meanwhile, was refined and courteous, embodying the demeanor of a noble house.

"I have a very arduous task for you. If you are unwilling to accept it, I will not force you," Unas said, using a reverse-psychology tactic.

Next, Su Yi and the Orca continued swimming forward, deviating from their previous course so they would not encounter any more yachts.

The four of them spoke one after another. Even the highly trained commander of the Persian scouts broke into a cold sweat. The four were not bluffing; in order to break his will, they were truly capable of anything.

Although both had gone out, they had prepared breakfast for him; it was being kept warm and could be eaten at any time.

For instance, when promoting tax reform, Liu Mang ordered the great reformer Zhang Juzheng to conduct a pilot program in Bingzhou, only to encounter many obstacles.

Because they had sufficient manpower, Li Zehan and the others divided the twenty-kilometer course into four stations, with people at each station recording the times as the pair passed through.

Even though it was a border between two nations, the public order here was excellent, and one could barely see any conflicts within the town.

The Long family had no direct connection to the Heavenly Dragon Sect of the True Martial World, so how could they possess Soul Spirit Fruit from that realm? Even if the fruit were real, its origin was highly suspicious.

The sea of black mist had risen from the direction of Cangyuan Town. The aura of evil was clearly perceptible even from miles away. To insist on returning now would certainly not be a wise move.

This piqued everyone's curiosity, including Bai Shu. He lowered his bow and looked at the man, waiting for a reasonable explanation.

"Han Ziwan? I seem to have a vague impression of that name." Li Hao recalled the situation and finally remembered such a person.

Mengyu Miaoxing rubbed her eyes uncertainly, then extended a fingertip to hesitantly count the number of zeros.

Inside the underground palace, Chen Junling delivered a side kick, sending a headless ghost—or rather, the half that remained—flying far into the distance. Behind her, another headless ghost tried to grab her from behind.

A mysterious, deep-red beam of light suddenly shot into the sky, scattering the clouds in all directions and even dispersing a large expanse of dark storm clouds. The fierce and terrifying energy fluctuations were clearly detectable within a hundred miles.

The cave dwelling seemed to be in a state of decay. Several boulder-sized, deep-yellow stones were deeply embedded in the periphery of the entrance, as if they had been struck down from beyond the heavens. Near the pitch-black mouth of the cave, withered, nameless weeds grew taller than a man's knees, swaying in the wind like lonely spirits.

"Pop!" The energy particle shield of the Turbo Pulse Shield clashed violently with the energy of the Thump Wave, sparking a dazzling, multicolored brilliance.

Having prepared a strategy for Yang Feng's close-range attacks, Kong Zhizhuo confidently channeled his two-billion-soul-devouring banner to track Yang Feng's trail, feeling that he had already secured an invincible position.

The system notification made Ning Yuan raise an eyebrow, a flicker of surprise crossing his face before he calmed down.

These Arcane Lightning Beasts all possessed the cultivation of the peak eighteenth stage. When they charged together, they not only caused the ground to shake but, more importantly, a massive, thick net of lightning materialized before them, as if they intended to trap Yang Feng entirely within it.

But even if his power were ten times greater, in the eyes of Yang Yi at that moment, he was nothing more than a man waiting to be slaughtered; taking his life would be as easy as turning over one's hand. For Yang Shene, killing Liu Ping would be even easier.

The starry sky was silent, showing no signs of the cruel battles and breathtaking self-destructions that had just occurred there. Just as Yang Feng was preparing to summon the "Yuanji" from the Biling World, two figures engaged in a fierce struggle suddenly appeared at the edge of his divine sense.

It was not just the Golden Core ancestors of the Qianji Sect; even Hegui Zhenren, who stood beside Wuyouzi, looked at him in total confusion.

The next second, Cao Xuri’s fist arrived. Upon contact, he sensed something was wrong—he felt as if he had struck empty air, making no contact with any solid matter. Lin Yi’s body seemed to have vanished.