25 Eternal Joy

"Next, we will conduct battles in formats of one-on-one, one-on-ten, one-on-one hundred, and one-on-one thousand. You may choose your own combat mode." Wuming opened his closed eyes once more. Flinching at the slightly piercing sunlight, he raised a hand to shield himself from the sun, which seemed as vast as a grinding stone.

Watching Gu Qingcheng’s resolute departing back, Gu Zhengting felt as if he had been struck by a bolt of thunder.

"Yang Yan, how did you know about this Avery affair? Haha..." a man behind Avery suddenly spoke, pointedly gesturing toward Avery as if hinting at something.

Sitting in the car, Qiu Wumian had originally intended for Wen Yin to discover her on her own, but she never expected that Wen Yin would be completely off guard.

"Such powerful spiritual energy!" Feeling the mental shock contained in those words, the old man in the black robe furrowed his brows slightly. He looked up at the ceiling, seemingly wondering if Yang Yan and the others would burst straight through it to descend upon him.

"Ignore the explosions! Charge through, and they will be finished!" Yan Kui shouted, waving his broadsword from horseback.

"I..." Liu Zhuangzhuang swallowed hard, cold sweat breaking out on her forehead. She truly did not know how things had turned out this way. Back then, she had witnessed Fang Yiyi’s death with her own eyes.

The fighting outside continued, but as Murong Xun had predicted, Chu Moyan had left his most trusted aides behind to strictly guard her safety. Although Zhao Qi had the advantage in numbers, he was unable to break through for the time being.

Although Xing Kui remembered the appearance of Di Hao from the past, many years had passed. Back then, Di Hao was only fifteen or sixteen, his cultivation barely at the Qi-Condensing stage. Now, Di Hao was nineteen, eight feet tall, and strikingly handsome, though his smile carried a hint of cunning. While his cultivation level was unreadable, he exuded a subtle sense of danger.

The expressions of the various nations' representatives were unsettled, with the Japanese delegation looking the worst. They must have been cursing the Vanguard Army for their shamelessness in their hearts. By hiding these new-style rocket launchers so effectively, they had caused the Imperial Japanese Navy countless losses, proving their intelligence departments were utterly useless.

Afterward, they had to film the veterinarian arriving at work, which finally led to the remaining shots of Coco’s treatment.

When Xie Qingquan crossed the "Bridge of Helplessness," accidents occurred frequently, making the process quite difficult. First, his spirit tablet flipped over, forcing him to restart, and then he lost one of his shoes.

Huge boulders, controlled by Huang Yuan’s earth powers, slammed into the Ottoman guards. Caught off guard, more than a dozen were sent tumbling in a chaotic and miserable state.

"Cough, cough! That’s my dagger!" Cheng Song reached out tremblingly to retrieve his blade, but the Fourth Prince refused to yield it.

"Any objections?" Lu Han raised his eyebrows, shedding his usual gentle and cute demeanor to reveal the look of an unrestrained youth.

What was more urgent now was to deal with these black tigers! He had to act while the light sword was still in his hand, or he didn't know when it might vanish.

The Wolf King bid them farewell with tears in his eyes. Once they were out of sight, he gave a lecherous grin, turned around, and walked into a secret chamber.

"Surgery? Appendicitis? What are you talking about? I don’t understand," Nan Ningyu said, confused; she had only grasped the final sentence of what Jiang Yujing had said.

Ancestor Daoxuan still found it hard to believe, but recalling the methods Xin Jiangli had just displayed, he wisely chose to say no more, continuing to inquire via divine sense.

Tang Zhihang had been staring at the coin for a while now. Had the guy seen it, or was he just staring? I didn't know how good his dynamic vision was, but that expression of his... he seemed quite confident in himself.

In battles between Tier 9 experts, aside from comparing magic intensity and the source of laws, it was a contest for magic elements. Whoever possessed a greater reserve of elements could cast more spells—provided, of course, that one had the mental capacity to keep casting.

If her hometown were not within the borders of Ronaka, this top-tier genius of magical research would never have fallen into the hands of the Ross Emperor to exploit.

The Divine Machine Battalion had long known that the Divine Funeral sect would pull such a trick. They exerted their strength together to disperse the smoke on the field and began pursuing the Divine Funeral assassins.

Cao Peng took a sip as well; the tea was fragrant and refreshing. Truly, only in such places could one find such authentic, high-quality tea.

"In any case, with both you and me in the sect, we will always be able to keep her safe." By the end, Zhou Yu’s voice was as soft as a mosquito’s hum.

Seeing such prey, Chu Feng’s heart began to pound. It was his first time seeing such a giant python; it was definitely a top-tier fierce beast. Yet, it had become food for the Golden Feather Eagle, giving him an idea of just how powerful the eagle truly was.

His eldest brother fought the world alone and was undeniably bold, yet he possessed a mysterious and unfathomable background. Even while heavily intoxicated, he remained cautious and did not reveal a single word.

Walking through the bustling streets, Yi Xuan found it hard to imagine the scenes of devastation that had once occurred, feeling a sense of daze. Had Ji Yangqiu not pulled him along, he would have nearly collided with goods displayed outside a shop. Seeing Yi Xuan’s distracted state, Ji Yangqiu dragged him to an inn to rest.

That "Mr. Chu" likely knew that the Su family possessed this item, which was why he had sought to kill them.

Deyulan’s goal was to become a Sword Saint. There were many kinds of Sword Saints; most were accustomed to using straight swords or straight sabers. In the game, only the Sword Saints from the grasslands were used to straight sabers—which, in Deyulan’s view, were similar to Tang or Miao sabers—and dual-wielding was not uncommon.

It spread the concepts of democracy and republicanism, greatly promoted the emancipation of the Chinese nation’s mind, and drove social change in China with immense impact and influence.

After all these years, she thought she had long since stopped caring, but she realized she had never forgotten. The grievances she suffered in her youth had never been truly resolved.

As they drew page-turning animations and read picture books, Deyulan told the two stories. The night wind grew stronger, making the glass rattle. He wondered if it would rain; luckily, it hadn't rained during their adventure. Amelia and Wei Nei were preparing to sleep.

Flames shot into the sky, and mushroom clouds rose one after another, layering upon each other to create a scene like an apocalyptic disaster.

Previously, Peng Shenghua had been very angry at the ingratitude of Beihe Town. But now, seeing this youth who had chased them for quite a distance just to present a jade sword—though it was not a precious object—it was still a gesture of sincerity.

At this moment, Du Mingwei could particularly understand Julie’s feelings: liking something for a very, very long time, but simply not having the money in one’s pocket to buy it.

Liang Yuting’s inability to speak her mind appeared entirely different in Chen Xi’s eyes.

"Okay." Lin Chu managed a difficult reply. He took the hot water and brought it to his lips, taking a small sip. The scalding temperature burned him, yet he seemed to have no sensation, his entire focus fixed solely on his stomach.