Volume 1, Chapter 47: I Can Catch Myself with a Fishing Net, Beat That!

As the voice faded, the Lord of the Undead ring emitted a pitch-black glow. The next moment, the undead archer and Kester, whom he had previously stored inside, appeared before him.

With the second update, numerous leaderboards emerged, including the God of War Leaderboard, the Demon God Leaderboard, the Pet Leaderboard, and various others.

Seeing Fang Cheng begin his breathing exercises, the black flood dragon chose not to disturb him. Instead, it attentively watched the auction, preparing to secure the Void Heaven Painting.

"Seventh Brother, you must also make a stunning appearance on stage and establish a renowned reputation for our Green Feather faction!" Youyou encouraged Lin Ke, who stood beside her.

"You don't say?" Lin Ke glanced back at Yaoxue, shrugged, and walked out of Snow-Drift City.

They conducted basic training for the squads, laying a solid foundation for the Han Chinese troops and the foreign mercenary corps alike. Afterward, they would be trained by the Chinese commanding officers to learn from one another's strengths, thereby developing their own officers and soldiers.

Even if she stayed here, however, there was no need to worry about Jiang Ying coming to harm. As a member of the Kite, she would certainly find a way to survive, especially with several camels wandering about the vicinity.

Fang Cheng cultivated in this secluded spot. After losing track of Fang Cheng's location, the Daoist Alliance and the Holy See mobilized as two colossal entities, pouring massive amounts of manpower and resources into searching for Fang Cheng and his party.

I quietly touched the Emperor's Seal in my hand, sensing Ouyang Songrui's condition within it.

Using psychokinesis to clear out the cave, Fang Cheng began his closed-door seclusion. As for the original owner of this cave—with Bai Yang present—a passing bear would serve nicely as Fang Cheng's dinner.

The spring breeze could melt winter snow. In the presence of a lover, even the greatest danger would be diluted by happiness, to the point of being ignored.

"You are Hongjun, the child of Kong Xuan, and also the son of my Chongming," a voice resonated.

Hongjun's fingers twitched slightly as he abruptly woke from his deep slumber, letting out a labored gasp. He shivered all over from the cold, feeling as miserable as if he had plunged into an icy abyss.

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At this moment, the Emperor's heart was filled with internal conflict. He knew full well that only one path lay before him: to order the city-defense general and the soldiers under his command to fight their way out at the cost of their lives.

Once the righteous energy enveloped the white-skeletoned wicked monk, his spirit instantly drove it forward, hurling the overwhelming aura of righteousness straight toward the fiend.

Wan Jinbao then walked to the side, picked up a cup from the wooden table, and smashed it fiercely onto the ground with a resounding crash.

This was an exceptionally large room, spanning over a hundred square meters. It appeared quite spacious, containing nothing other than a few sets of fitness equipment off to the side.

"My good cousin, is there anything else?" Wu Hua asked with a fair degree of politeness, not giving Wu Hong霞 any cold treatment.

In truth, everyone's rehearsals were nearly complete, and Gou Zhou and Yang Zichen had finally developed some chemistry in their acting together. Yet at this crucial juncture, Yang Zichen received an out-of-town gig, and the timing happened to fall right around the anniversary celebration.

With that, she pulled Bai Ningxi's blanket up a bit higher. Bai Ningxi looked at her, seemingly wanting to say something, but for reasons unknown, the words failed to pass her lips. She could only silently choose to accept the care bestowed upon her, though her heart ached deeply.

"Oh my, you've even dug up a treasure. Bring it here for your sister to see," a pleasantly surprised expression surfaced on Zhongli Feiyue's face.

Barely half a minute into the battle, the side representing the Giant Spirit Temple had already lost half of their combat strength. No wonder the Dragon Vulture had proposed such a rule: falling outside the ring counted as a loss.

Of course, Wen Xin's desire to upgrade the rank of the Unyielding Saber was not meant to be achieved through the craft of artifact forging. Although his proficiency in artifact forging had improved slightly compared to when he first left his clan to travel and train, he had not yet broken through to become a middle-grade Xuan-tier artifact smith. However, raising the rank of a weapon was not limited to artifact forging alone.

On the fourth tier of the Combat Power Pagoda, Wen Xin had spent a considerable amount of time defeating the human figures that tested combat capability.

Before long, Wen Xin arrived in front of the pagoda. Gazing at its ordinary exterior, despite having visited many times, he still lacked a deep understanding of it. Just what kind of pagoda was this?

The more she pondered, the less anything felt amiss to Qian Duoduo, but Lin Zi felt otherwise. He sensed an oppressive, mountain-like weight pressing down upon him, making it difficult to breathe.

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Long Luo said, "I knew the Mysterious Emperor wouldn't mind about this artifact. I obtained it back then in the Divine Dragon Continent, and knowing it belonged to the Mysterious Emperor, I rarely used it. Now, I merely borrow the Mysterious Emperor's prestige to boost the morale of our Eastern Wasteland."

"Inform the men below to block them at all costs. I'm going up to assist the Great Elder right now." Seeing that Xiao Yunfei and the others had already taken the stairs to the second floor, Smith's expression grew even gloomier as he snapped orders to those beside him.

Lü Xuan had long since attained the clairvoyance of the physical eye, allowing him to clearly perceive this faint strand of purple Qi. Yet he dared not move; trapped in such a position of being attacked from both front and rear, even the slightest movement might spell mortal danger.

That night, she felt no pain, and her spirits were abnormally elated. She remained awake nearly the entire night, yet her complexion retained a healthy glow.

"I was simply worried and came to check on you. But you—failing to properly train warriors for our Eastern Alliance—how can you expect the older generation to rest easy when passing the burden to you?" The old man revealed a faint smile and patted Wang Shaodong's shoulder.

"Are you certain you want me to reach my hand inside?" I stared at the washbasin before me, unable to bring myself to do it for quite a while.

"Hmph, ninjutsu just needs to be simple and effective. You've learned so many kinds of ninjutsu, yet you still can't do a thing against me," Tsunade chuckled lightly.

"Who is he to you?" I looked at the wrapped corpse, a subconscious voice warning me not to open it casually.

Things like rare medicinal herbs, spiritual crystals, or precious locations dense with spiritual energy could not simply be found by browsing an online store or buying by the pound at a neighborhood supermarket. Only by mobilizing a massive intelligence network to search every corner of the secular world could one hope to find them.

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