Volume 1, Chapter 24: All Under Attack

To Jia Qianqian's surprise, Long Jie wore a look of bewilderment, neither confirming nor denying any affection.

"Is this food?" Lin Ming asked curiously, pinching a bead and holding it before his eyes.

However, just as they stepped out of the Dali Temple, they saw the Emperor arriving. Jia Qianqian hurriedly whispered to Nie Wuzheng behind her, "Leave first," before walking over to join Magistrate Zhao in greeting the royal entourage.

How could he not know? It was now Nangong Luojing’s turn to cast a look of disbelief at him. Could he really be unaware that the jade pendant at his waist was a perfect match for the one in her hand?

Everything changed in that moment. With the unexpected substitution of Koke, it was as if Real Madrid had suddenly been relieved of all burdens, pressing forward as a collective unit.

Seeming to perceive Ye Feng’s thoughts, Gu Lin gently stroked the boy’s face, her eyes no longer resolute but filled with boundless love.

He did not know why he, who had dedicated himself entirely to academic research for so many years, would suddenly find himself falling for this Korean girl.

If Zhang Zi'an had the choice, he might well choose to be reincarnated as one of those people; after all, who wouldn't want to succeed without lifting a finger?

"Your Majesty, how shall we deal with this person?" asked a guard, gesturing toward the two men holding the disfigured youth.

"Yes! I am a low-life!" Viper said with a grin. Knowing he held Lin Yifan’s fate in his hands, he was immensely pleased.

Wang Zhong felt a chill at the thought of his senior brother Li Tian’s ruthless methods. Initially, they had only intended to seize the Divine Bell, but after Li Tian tracked them to Xiaoshan Town, he began a merciless and brutal slaughter.

They did not, as we had expected, charge toward the rear slope of the sand ridge, but instead sprinted along the side of the embankment in the opposite direction.

"I have my own ways!" A confident smile appeared on Du Yu’s face. He was going back to his old profession; he truly missed the days of doing archaeology with that fat guy, Russell.

"On the day of the concert... an old master happened to hear Zhang Yang’s performance..." Su Yiqing said, slowly building the suspense.

To him, Aizen and the others were now sinners who had offended the gods! He immediately ordered his subordinates to slaughter the intruders.

Before the two could react, they were enveloped by the pool, and a mysterious power took hold of them, binding them fast.

Lin Ying held a crucial meeting. Present were a group of doctors and masters, along with newly recruited scientists and aerospace technicians.

"I assume you are all aware of what happened in Belgrade." Tuvana’s voice was low, and as her gaze swept over the high-ranking officials, it felt like a cold wind that sent shivers down their spines.

"In my eyes, Li Yingying’s performance was perfect; there was absolutely nothing to criticize," Su Dong remarked.

Gazing at the towering giant tree before him, he sighed. Although his Purple Mansion world contained seven World Trees, apart from the Kunlun Ancestral Wood, the other six were merely second-generation World Trees.

Fortunately, the heavy snow had yet to fall. The group went to collect as many energy stones as they could, fearing they might not have another chance to return. Once finished, they would head to Jingcheng.

Upon reaching the thirty-third level of Ascension, Shang Hao understood that the power of the Invincible Golden Body Technique was gone. From this moment on, he had truly embarked on the path to immortality.

Take Shi Liang, for instance; he was the pride of their circle. Rarely did someone from their background start from the very bottom. He was diligent, capable, and had managed to become a battalion commander at such a young age.

The sheer number of elite warriors in the Death Legion was unprecedented, and their growth had been rapid ever since the formal establishment of the Four Divine Guards.

This was the definition of an instant kill. With freezing chains cast in a second and fireballs thrown in less than half a second, it didn't matter what your class or gear was—a machine-gun-like barrage of fireballs could blast anyone into smithereens.

Two more days passed, and Shangguan Xuan was truly beginning to despair. It seemed that even her persistent efforts could not overcome Zhao Tianlei’s iron-willed heart.

Storing the wooden fish in his void pouch, Han Yi crossed his arms and looked toward the mountain gate of the Haotian Sect, waiting for their Supreme Elder to emerge.

Before Li Yuhong could speak, he felt a powerful surge of immortal energy erupt from Shang Hao’s official seal. The energy coalesced into a potent cyan-blue beam of light, striking Li Yuhong directly.

The three stopped talking. Zhao Tianlei went inside to meditate, while Shangguan Xuan stood guard beside Tie Xiaoyao.

System: You have accepted the quest 'Kill the Yellow-Tailed Jackals' to obtain 20 jackal pelts for the tailor.

Leng Yan had just reached Mu Qiu and the other man. Before he could even ask a question, he heard Mo Yanxi ask Mu Qiu, "Wife, who is this gentleman? Do you know him?" At that moment, Mu Qiu saw Leng Yan, and only one thought crossed her mind: *Trouble!* However, in Leng Yan’s eyes, Mu Qiu’s look appeared to be one of guilt.

Qing Quezi was busy chasing Yu Zhou across China to avenge his disciple, who had nearly been sacrificed to the Spirit-Suppressing Platform. Naturally, the three A-grade spirit stones still had to be collected by the heavily protected Shui Xiuhong.

"Fifty thousand immortal stones," a sudden voice rang out. The crowd looked troubled, not daring to bid any higher.

They were holding the meeting at sea, and once it concluded, they would begin the mission. Natasha, the spymaster, was the first of the overseas members to arrive on the *Silver Dragon*. She had brought back quite a bit of valuable intelligence this time.

After listening to Ye Shaobai’s words, the furrowed brows of Ye Wang, Ye Ping, and the others finally smoothed out. Although they, as ordinary disciples, did not fully understand the factional infighting of the Ye family, they felt at ease.

The opponent was intangible and formless; he could not see it even with his divine sense, only vaguely sensing an icy malice. Regardless of whether it would be effective, he immediately chose to defend himself.

At this, Qi Qi’s expression was filled with an indescribable sense of loss, as if she were a walking corpse that had lost all hope.