Chapter 49 Authorized Official Release on Jinjiang (2,000 words added)

However, by the same token, such an approach would likely waste an entire year, and whether any unforeseen changes might occur during this period was a matter of sheer speculation.

Qianyuan's soul ascended once more, rising high into the firmament as though some destined opportunity awaited him, yet remained entirely elusive. He simply crossed his legs and sat in meditation high up in the air.

To put it bluntly, the so-called preparation simply meant dressing formally. A tailored suit was the absolute minimum standard, especially since foreigners placed great emphasis on such evening party etiquette, particularly within high society.

Gazing down into the distant, hazy depths of the cliff where faint flickers of fire could be seen, the Madam felt a chill in her heart. Had they fallen to the bottom, not even their bones would have remained.

This was also thanks to Li Yalin's recent diligent efforts to raise his level, coupled with the fact that the opponent had not used their full strength, which allowed him to endure the onslaught.

Some onlookers could no longer bear to watch. This fellow was truly... big-chested and brainless, with a round body and a large head completely filled with mush.

Just as Rong Tang popped a spring roll into his mouth, Emperor Jingming fiercely slammed a teacup down onto the ground.

In his past life, Chen Chi's battle with that ultra-SSS-grade foreign beast had destroyed the entire Earth. Yet that was only because Chen Chi had just crossed his heavenly tribulation, and the lingering might of the tribulation was still present, while human society had only experienced a decade of spiritual Qi revival, leaving the transcendent rules unstable.

Every era has its standard-setter, much like the telecommunications market prior to the era of spiritual Qi revival.

After stepping out of Su Man's office, Lin Feng hurried without a moment's rest toward the examination hall where Bai Muxue was located.

When Liu Qufeng left, he didn't even spare Tang Xiao a glance. In his eyes, Tang Xiao's choice of the Eight Divisions was tantamount to suicide. The threats he wanted to eliminate were Zhou Hua, Liao Yan, and their ilk—cutting off their limbs. As for Tang Xiao, he didn't even register in his field of vision; he wasn't worth a damn.

After watching this film, Jiang Fang felt that, compared to other movies, this one could truly be described as shocking—and only as shocking. While telling a story, Lin Yang compelled everyone present to reflect and ponder.

This utilization of the human race's hands and formations to awaken the eleven ancestral witches, who should have been buried in the past, served as one of the bargaining chips to bind the witch race to the human chariot.

However, the tier-six magic barrier was pierced like a thin sheet of paper the moment it touched the Heart-Craving Sword. Xuan Yi's eyes widened in disbelief as he looked down to see his chest pierced right through.

Therefore, this time when leading his troops to campaign against Wei, he first had to "draw the snake out of its hole." He led three million elite troops and ten million soldiers, using a posture of weakness to attack strength, thereby offering King Hui of Wei and Pang Juan an opportunity to counter-attack and eliminate him in the process.

He was just about to gather his lifelong cultivation for a desperate, do-or-die struggle when he felt a sudden chill within his body, and that ruler had vanished into thin air.

The straight-bladed long saber darted through the grass like a venomous snake hunting for prey. The blade's tip gleamed with a cold light, flickering like a serpent's tongue as it lunged toward Wei Fan's throat and heart, every single move lethal.

On the ground, those scattered fragments of Zhu Ao began to "flow" more frequently, frantically trying to piece themselves back together. Even in this state, they had not forgotten to keep a close watch on Beiming Yuan's expression. Upon seeing Beiming Yuan vomit blood, they were instantly overjoyed.

This also signified that the human race had triumphed in this racial war for the destiny of the mortal world. The human race had preserved its status of sole dominance over the mortal realm and still held the exclusive right to speak for it.

To be honest, having prepared for so long—especially with the meticulous deployment of long-range strike weapons and painstaking strategic deception—it would truly be a disgrace if Qingzhou City could not be captured in a single stroke.

Yun Qingmeng used virtually all her strength for that bite; she could even feel her teeth aching from the sheer force.

Zhang Ying truly exerted herself to the limit. Duan Ying had been tailing her closely, which made things rather strenuous for her, so she ran with all her might.

Therefore, during her speech just now, Tian Pengpeng was not only reminiscing about the original owner's grandmother, but also yearning for her own grandmother.

Chinese sports had remained dormant for too long; once they finally rose to prominence, that wave of wild euphoria was hard for anyone to contain.

Although the darkness deep within Chen Shao's heart was infinitely magnified and put into action because of the Nightmare, the prerequisite was that Chen Shao truly harbored the intent to kidnap and murder.

A powerful and surging aura enveloped the entire living room, accompanied by a slight stirring of wind and some faint, rustling sounds.

Thinking back two and a half months ago, he was still worrying about his future and dreading whether his grades would ever recover.

But the moment he stretched his head forward, Luke pinned him down firmly and delivered a crisp, resounding slap across his face.

Su Mo's face was deathly pale, and his condition was hardly any better. Exposed patches of withered bone showed across much of his body, emanating a faint cyan glow.

On one hand, he was genuinely somewhat tired, as sustained combat was a severe test of physical stamina. On the other hand, having just broken through the encirclement, the heavy tension in his heart had eased slightly.

It had to be said that An Muxi's words struck a chord with him. She had previously contemplated a self-driven road trip, but her busy schedule always got in the way—except for a brief window the previous year when she squeezed out a couple of days to travel with Qin Mo after getting injured, only to have to cut it short due to unforeseen circumstances.

"There are quite a few people on the Holy Mountain, but there aren't many you can truly trust. You don't have the time to vet them one by one, so you might as well take all these familiar faces with you." Omison said this simply as a favor.

For the first time, Xiao Huang realized the cruelty of the world and how terribly important cultivation realms were. Gazing at that five-colored Peacock Divine Mountain, it was also the first time he found it so repulsive.

"Will the bidding for the Hulu Mountain development project be affected by this incident?" the middle-aged man surnamed Ye asked thoughtfully.

Emperor's Judgment was a soul-based attack, which could be considered the most high-end form of assault. Ye Cang was currently using it with great difficulty.

Fitch unleashed his aura of evil. Without a blood pool, soul grubs, and other requisite elements, he forcefully drove the ritual forward using pure mana alone. Such recklessness was bound to result in failure. The succubus shrieked, her soul rapidly collapsing in Fitch's hands, degenerating into a mere dretch in a matter of moments.

Ye Cang was a good person; since they were trying their best to protect him, he certainly couldn't cause them any trouble.

"Is that so?" Xiao Ze lowered his gaze. Why did he only feel like a burden? If not for him, the Pei family would not have reached this juncture, the old marquis would not have died, and his mother would not have had to suffer in the cold palace.

The monkey showed no false modesty. The three-foot green sword in his hand was arranged in a hexagonal shape, with every corner flashing with cold light and pulsing with spiritual Qi.

Yongming spread his hands and said helplessly, "What else? We can neither issue explicit prohibitions, nor enlist other deities to help search, nor can we conduct random spot checks on all the deities within the clan."