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In the next match, Ajax would welcome their archrivals, PSV Eindhoven, at home. Dutch media had dubbed it one of the two most important matches of the entire season. The other had already been played—the earlier clash with Twente, which Ajax had won. This match might well determine who would ultimately claim the championship.

“Don’t worry, Professor. Even if we can’t beat them, the worst that can happen is that we’ll be forced to sign a soul-submission contract. It’s nothing serious.” Lin Feng smiled. A thought had occurred to him—perhaps something that could change the outcome.

The instant Zhu Ming finished speaking, everyone present was stunned once more. The First Emperor, an elder—could it be that Qin Shi Huang, Ying Zheng, was still alive, and that the Witch Clan still had elders of that rank? How was that possible? Zhu Ming’s words exploded in everyone’s minds like a thunderclap, leaving them shocked and terrified.

Li Yu awoke early that morning to receive some excellent news. An income of one hundred thousand gold coins put him in such a good mood that he even ate thirty percent more breakfast than usual.

After discussing the important matters, Li Yu left. He did not want to disturb Wang Liao’s enthusiasm for chess; otherwise, the fellow, frustrated by an unsatisfied mood, might come looking for him and torment him, which would be no fun at all.

“General Li, my two clansmen are indeed the sons of my uncle, Lord Pingyang. I can vouch for them.” Zhao Gu spoke earnestly. He had truly believed that Li Yu did not trust their identities.

Before, his cultivation had been only at the advanced martial-artist level. Now, however, he seemed faintly on the verge of breaking through the martial-artist realm and entering the martial-master realm…

“Excellent. Excellent!” Lin Yaosheng leaped from the water and gazed excitedly at Zhuo Yiting beside the stone bed.

Early that morning, every marketplace, street, shop, and business in Luoyang, the capital, began hanging lanterns and decorations. It was as though the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month had arrived ahead of schedule. Inside and outside the estates of the Duke of Liaodong and the Duke of Tang, both located in Guiyi Ward, red decorations and brilliant red lanterns filled the air with celebration.

“When two opponents meet on a narrow road, the braver one wins! Kill!” Four thousand six hundred roars erupted behind him, carrying an unmatched momentum as sharp swords were drawn. Facing the passageway already cleared by the thunder bombs, more than four thousand cavalrymen sent everything still standing before them flying, trampling it into bloody pulp.

Ice-and-fire spiritual energy surged toward Murong Leng. That mixture of searing heat and bone-chilling cold would have been difficult for an ordinary seventh-tier Qi King to withstand, yet Murong Leng merely waved a hand and blocked the martial technique.

Prince Jin stared at his collar for a long while before shaking his head. “I have no plans whatsoever. Come in.” What else could he do? However difficult the Grand Empress Dowager might be to deal with, there would always be a solution. But she was his birth mother—how could he scheme against her?

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“What is there to fear in death for a true man? I have sworn to kill the enemy and repay my country. To die at sea today would be righteous indeed; why should I seek to live?” Deng Shichang declared with unyielding righteousness.

The girl was brought forward. Her flesh had already been beaten into a bloody mess, yet her speech remained perfectly clear. She not only admitted to having poisoned the soup, but also explained in detail how she had bought the medicine and where the money had come from. There was not the slightest suspicious point—if you claimed she had not done it, you would not even be able to convince yourself.

As for Fei Pengxu, there was no need to mention how furious he had been after returning empty-handed that day. Ji Kai, meanwhile, was sunk in gloom every day, troubled by how he could learn what was happening to the Flame-Marked Tigers outside while remaining inside the dimensional space. He could go out to provoke them and cause trouble, but it would not be worth sacrificing the Flame-Marked Tigers, who were currently—and would remain for some time—the strongest fighting force at his disposal.

Ji Kai also bent at the waist and bowed, then straightened before Angus could say anything.

As for the reward for Ghost Guard missions, the old man seized as much as ninety percent of it every time under the pretext of equipment wear and tear. He was practically a living embodiment of a merciless skinflint.

“Long Ling, we’ll meet in the arena. By then, you won’t be so lucky.” Chen Hai leaned close to Long Ling’s ear and spoke in a dark, low voice. His words carried a hint of provocation and mockery.

“A telegram from Fuzhou?” Tang Jian asked as he unfolded it. The message read: The aircraft is complete. Yanqing.

Yang Wang was momentarily rendered speechless. He could only nod. It did not surprise him in the least that Xue Ning had recognized him at once. After all, they had lived together day and night for two years, and their familiarity with each other had long since reached an unfathomable depth.

Before dialing, Uncle San had thought of a thousand things to say about the matter. Yet once the call connected and he heard that familiar voice, he found himself unable to speak for a long while.

Those words gave Li Chunfeng quite a fright. If the two girls truly stayed by his side, Yun’er would certainly let her imagination run wild, given her temperament.

Watching the girl’s completely unrestrained manner, Li Chunfeng realized that her personality was remarkably similar to that of his master. Helpless, he had no choice but to enter the room.

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Liu Er wasted no time on further talk and immediately led his brothers forward, but before they could even start running, a booming shout stopped them.

As for Pang Siyuan, Sun Yanran deeply admired the fact that he had remained in the ancient battlefield for so long without being crushed by loneliness—and had even trained himself in such formidable martial arts.

It seemed that the way he had acted when he was with her back then had all been an act, intended to test her. Yet she had failed the test and had ended up casting him aside.

Cheng Yiyi slept exceptionally soundly in Mu She’s room. This was the headquarters of the assault force, and even though she was on the front line, she felt as if she were surrounded by a sense of security.

But she still did everything in her power, following the hoofprints on the ground and using her light-footed martial arts to chase after them.

Zhang Ruo answered, then started the car and drove toward the place Wang Tianlei had mentioned.

Then he stared at the afro-haired man with a look of disbelief, unable to accept what he was seeing.

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