Chapter 52

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Grandma looked up at the obedient man beside her, feeling frustrated deep down, yet given the circumstances, she couldn’t bring herself to be harsh with him.

As soon as Fang entered the palace, Chen Fusheng and the Crown Prince Ao Kong instinctively narrowed their eyes simultaneously, locking their gazes on each other with unwavering intensity.

Among the corpses, most belonged to the demon tribe. Although there were also bodies of the Beidou Alliance disciples, numbering around a hundred thousand, the losses were relatively minor compared to those of the demon tribe.

Suddenly, lightning struck outside the window, followed immediately by a torrential downpour. The villa had long been neglected; when the storm hit, the lights inside flickered dimly.

Those who received favors often became consumed by greed, demanding far too much in return, and if refused, they would turn kindness into enmity.

The rise and fall of the river was a natural phenomenon, yet now it flowed beneath the vast Sea of Sand, which posed a question: without any external water sources, why did the river suddenly swell so violently?

Though she had witnessed the overwhelming power unleashed by Yun Ruoyan during her battle against the Yue people in the secret realm, she had always assumed it was the might of the Pei family’s Broken Cloud Spear, not Yun Ruoyan’s own strength.

Moreover, after witnessing the abnormality of the corpse dragon, Lance’s resolve to exchange for new external techniques only grew firmer.

“I suggest we leave here immediately,” said Qin Feng, tall and burly, yet always seeming timid and hesitant, much to the displeasure of Yun Ruoyan and Zhuo Yifeng. Even Li Mo frowned at his demeanor.

Yan Mingzhou withdrew his gaze, his sword-like brows furrowed slightly as he looked down at Zeng Yayun, his eyes filled with a mixture of inquiry and disappointment.

In truth, Xiao Jian wasn’t sure if these could be called rice, but their taste was similar to cooked rice, though the rice used for cooking had a slightly sweet flavor.

Had it been a matter of one or two hundred taels of silver, they might have stayed, considering it a compensation for their earlier grievances. But several thousand taels—that was enough to drive anyone mad.

Wu Chen forced a faint smile onto his face. This time, he knew the matter was far from simple. With such a commotion, every faction on the planet likely knew about it.

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Upon hearing this, He Chenguang sensed something unusual. The company commander had specially emphasized training in the afternoon—could there be a new training program?

After Long Shou left, Ye Feng slipped back into the ranks, training alongside them. Whenever someone tried to relax, Ye Feng deliberately ran over; the moment they saw him approaching, they had no choice but to accelerate and run at full effort.

Bai Qingshan naturally discerned the relationship between Shi Yan and Lu Xiaoxiao, so he suddenly asked Lu Xiaoxiao’s father a question.

The air was thick with the stench of blood; vitality was nonexistent here, replaced entirely by an overwhelming killing intent.

However, when Shi Yan was caught up with, he merely smiled lightly and shook his head without saying much.

As dusk approached but night had yet to fall, the entire family gathered in the upper dining hall, ready to enjoy a steaming hot pot dinner.

Though Xu Mu had reached the eighth level of Qi mastery, his spiritual power was more profound than that of many who had attained the ninth level.

Of the seven sword sheath gems, five had gone missing. If by chance all were in the opponent’s possession, wouldn’t that save me an immeasurable amount of effort?

In the end, Lu Chen did not refuse Fang Yun’s goodwill. They genuinely collaborated on refining and producing a suitable Three-Character Classic for the Holy Yuan Continent, marking a true partnership.

They hadn’t expected that although Lu Chen was formidable, he himself had admitted he wasn’t as capable as Fang Yun. Based on prior circumstances, it was more practical to rely on Fang Yun instead of hoping for a national poem from Lu Chen.

“Ancestor of the Burning Heaven!” Xu Mu murmured the name with eyes shining fiercely.

Yet the Jia Dynasty’s current state clearly invited the enemy’s assault, a strategy somewhat at odds with Mo Zhiwo’s intentions.

After eating, I regained some strength and spirit. During this time, Yan Xiaotian had been crouching beside Elder Wei’s corpse, his expression deeply complex.

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After speaking, I continued forward. He sighed behind me but kept pace nonetheless.

These two Leopard Order assassins always embarked on missions together, relying on their tacit understanding and seamless coordination.

“Let them make a fuss; just treat it as morning exercise,” said Piao Erxing helplessly. She had advised them many times before, but their nature was hard to change.

Through the blood and flying flesh and bones, Locke observed the expression on the face of the terrifying Demon Lord Malganis not far away—a look of deep regret and remorse. Clearly, he was enraged by Locke’s attack. Thus, Locke heard the Demon Lord issue a fierce roar, calling him a “vermin.”

After all, Long Feiyun was only human, and humans inevitably have emotions. No matter how renowned he was, he hesitated somewhat when faced with such matters.

“Fruits are meant to be eaten, not just smelled. No matter how fragrant they are, if they don’t taste good, what’s the use?” Shu Ting said indignantly, finding her friend’s behavior utterly disappointing.

Afterward, he felt the question was unnecessary. The name of the Green-Robed Pavilion was renowned throughout the martial world, and with several of them appearing at once, nothing could be concealed beneath their watchful eyes. Being discovered was only natural.

Whether Guan Erye could understand Wang Yun’s painstaking intentions remained uncertain... Sometimes, being too strong is, in fact, a form of selfishness.

At this moment, the wild rabbit and pheasant on the fire rack had turned a golden yellow, crackling with sizzling oil and emitting an enticing aroma. Especially as Ying Jun sprinkled some seasoning on top from time to time, the flavor was enriched even more.