Chapter 28

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Just as the two were preparing to bury the pig carcass, a vicious ghost, as if a starving dog catching the scent of offal, tracked them down. Right before their eyes, it devoured the dismembered pig, leaving not even a scrap of bone behind.

He has gone mad; Chen Fangping has truly lost his mind. This was the sensation in Xia’s heart, a chilling cold that far surpassed the sub-zero temperatures of the deepest winter.

It seemed that at this moment, everyone in Qingshuang City felt the nightmare had ended and that they had finally survived.

Clad in armor, his body like a dragon or snake—this was not the first time Wang Yuetian had seen the Beast King in this form. Years ago, as a commander leading the disciples of the Three Absolutes Sect into the Chess Soul World to battle Gouchen, he had once slain a Chariot-Grade Dragon Turtle using the self-detonation of three sect disciples.

After Wu Aiguo dropped Liang Jing off at her parents' home and drove back to the courtyard house, seven or eight children were already gathered at the entrance.

Zhiluan looked at the stranger who had suddenly appeared to shield her. For some reason, she felt a surge of security and a glimmer of anticipation.

At this moment, his powerful and mysterious masculine presence was overwhelming. Unable to meet his hawk-like gaze and not knowing where to look, she pushed him away in a panic.

The next second, he felt someone grab his collar, and his dry, chapped lips curled into a smile.

"That is because you do not understand the power of an anthill." The Wine Madman offered no further explanation and took a sip of his wine.

Those who have loved cannot be friends, for they have hurt one another. Reflections of a day, Guangshui, phantom images.

Essentially, this was an asymmetrical battle. Of course, if Li Lingyi wanted to finish off Killer Bee, one move would suffice; but that would be meaningless. He wanted to force out all of his opponent’s ultimate techniques before defeating him—that would be truly entertaining.

Within the illusion, he had imagined meeting Li Sinian countless times. When the illusion collapsed and he found himself hitting walls with no way out, thinking he would never see his parents or his younger sister, Li Sinian, again, he could not help but let out a roar toward the heavens to vent the grief and indignation in his heart.

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When Li Muyang finished the last question, it had only taken him thirty-some minutes. Since he had already answered these questions once, he did not need to think again.

"Hmph, I’ll annihilate you! Crushing Bull Slash!" The burly cultivator roared in anger, gathered a beam of light in his hand, and struck directly at the Guibao standing before him.

His primary target was Ximen Saoxue, but to kill Ximen Saoxue, one had to break his sword techniques.

"You said earlier you would arrange for me to go to the medical center—does that mean...?" His voice trembled, his eyes filled with a sliver of hope.

Just as Mizhu bent down to enter, Tianxuanzi rushed ahead of her and dove inside. Mizhu was stunned for a moment before a sweet smile graced her lips.

Closing the distance of a dozen meters in an instant, he swung his snake-headed cane fiercely at the fat man’s head.

In the five months, Guibao had practiced the Purple Void Lightning Method and the Sword-Trapping Diagram. Although the Lightning Method had made some progress, he was still unable to reach the third level. As for the Sword-Trapping Diagram, he had mastered the formation setup, though he had yet to use it in practice and did not know its true power.

At this moment, Tianxuanzi walked with his head down, contemplating whether he should first kill Sha Jiao to take his revenge or head to the Death Zone to search for the Hidden Cultivator Village.

It is no easy task to remain a detached observer, nor is it easy to weave through an opponent's attacks without being stained by the aura of defeat.

"Son, has that problem you mentioned been solved?" Li Feng, eyes bloodshot and spirit broken, asked Li Hao at the dinner table.

The wealth of the God Race is far beyond anything the Demon Race could compare to. Throughout the world, Soul-Washing Stones are extremely precious treasures. Yet, the Main God of the Hundred Realms used such rare items to build a palace—a display of absolute extravagance.

The sky suddenly erupted in thunder, and seven boundless rainbows began to tremble for no apparent reason.

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However, things had reached such a point that he had to try his best to smooth things over. He took a deep breath, but just as he was about to speak, he was interrupted by Yun Jian. The breath caught in his chest, neither going up nor down, and he nearly choked to death.

This was the converted physical cultivation level. Strictly speaking, physical cultivation has no formal grading; the system only provided these levels to help Li Hao understand better.

She had gone to Li Hao’s tent looking for food, and Tian Jing had told her to go find him. Sure enough, while accompanied by the Terminator, she ran into him.

The pearl and the blade of grass, locked in an inseparable struggle, were suddenly enveloped by a thick fog. They felt nothing but a hazy white expanse all around; their divine senses were trapped within the confines of their own bodies, unable to distinguish north from south, let alone locate their opponent.

Shangguan Jun led everyone inside with practiced ease. They had not walked far before they saw Regiment Commander Xu Zhanying rushing toward them.

Once he had thought of a solution, the slight frown that had creased Han Yi’s brow naturally smoothed out.

He struggled and grabbed a rock that was still hot. His synthetic arm hissed, and the pain forced him to pull away instantly.

However, ever since Wu Yong spotted the policeman with the familiar back, he had kept a close eye on him. Having sustained minor injuries himself, he hopped into an ambulance after the instructor finished counting the headcount, claiming he was heading to the hospital to have his wounds treated.