Twenty-eight whales

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A layer of cold sweat gradually broke out on the foreheads of Wu Zun and Murong Qi. Everyone waited in silence, anticipating the changes that would arise from the fusion of Soul-Stirring and the Infinite Five Elements. At this moment, his iron fist was raised above his head, and he smashed it fiercely toward the ground below. Just as the bizarre medicinal herbs were about to leap onto a platform in front of Su Jinyu and Ye Youyao, Ye Youyao drew his long sword, preparing to deal with them, but Su Jinyu stopped him. If Su Ranran’s death was truly connected to Ye Zhen, then he would make everyone associated with Ye Zhen suffer. In the void opposite, pitch-black demonic energy surged, swallowing the heavens and the earth. Before a figure could be seen, a violent roar was heard. A Heavenly Demon Emperor appeared, his body wreathed in the Laws—innate and inherent—with an imperial voice that carried a demonic allure. In my heart, no one is more suited to be the leader, the commander, than Scarface; this is best reflected in the gaze of infinite respect the warriors cast upon him every time they look his way. To put it without exaggeration, even if I were to ask the new king to cede the position of leader of the new tribe to me, I dare say he would be eager to do so, and I can guarantee that the warriors, at the very least on the surface, would have no objections. The Star-Killing Lone Spear suddenly swung in an oblique sweep, the shaft bending, and for a moment, a dark star seemed to slowly rotate in the surrounding space. The terrain was rugged, and within the forbidden zone where great mountains stood, legends from the last century whispered that a spacecraft had once crashed here. Behind, the group of classmates looked at one another, their expressions strange, wishing they could beat their chests in regret for their lack of discernment. Xue Yi breathed a massive sigh of relief; as long as it wasn't a collection of Sola Aoi photos, he was perfectly satisfied. Su Nansheng clearly felt a surge of strength rise from within his body—he did not know where it came from, but it had manifested naturally. A flicker of excitement appeared in his eyes. Accompanied by another execution of Divine Sorrow, the long spear lashed against the ice dragon’s body, causing it to shudder violently.

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Yang Limin slowly backed away, pulling the fish until it reached the water plants at the bank. Sun Heping, already holding a homemade net, stepped up and scooped the fish in one swift motion along the edge. "I appreciate the gesture, Madam, but Ning does not like tea." Ning Moheng glanced at Madam Murong and refused the tea she offered. His mother, Zhao Min, had married into the Yu family against the wishes of her parents, and the in-laws did not care for her, never looking at her with genuine favor. Unable to control his excitement, Xue Tian couldn't help but take two steps forward, opening his arms as if to embrace Xue Yi, but realizing his status and the occasion, he stopped himself, not wanting to appear too indecorous. While they were talking, the three of them entered the Western restaurant and each picked up a tray to select their food. It was Wang Peng’s first time eating breakfast in such a place, so he followed Feng and Zhang closely, mimicking their actions as he took food and utensils. Feng Tianming and Zhang Donghai continued their previous topic, picking their food while talking as they walked. Zhang Dou was not exaggerating at all; Cang Yuan had nearly damaged his foundation this time, though the most severe injuries were to his legs. To the Great King Kong, Li Nan’s expression and tone were nothing more than a provocation. However, it truly could not accept such provocation now; its kingly heart had been greatly challenged by Li Nan. If it couldn't kill Li Nan today, how would it account for its severed finger and lost left eye? If he chose not to fight, he would have to pay a price, and that price might be very heavy. The suit had been packed; taking the bag, Qian Ruoruo and Jing Moxuan walked out of the shop arm in arm. "Mr. Jing, is it alright to leave Liu Mingxiu like this? Won't anything happen to him?" Lin Hanyu was still quite worried about Liu Mingxiu, as reality was simply too cruel for him. Thus, he was now unprecedentedly powerful. No matter who wanted to gain an advantage from him, they would have to pay a massive price. He was immensely strong, yet he was still afraid of someone—someone even more powerful than him, the one who controlled his fate. Ten years is but a flicker on the lifeline of a martial artist, yet in these ten years, Bu Ye Tian had risen with unstoppable speed to become a force no weaker than the Xuanyuan family. "Thank you for your kindness, but I'll decline," Han Shui'er said coldly, just like Jing Moxuan—as icy as Jing Moxuan had been before he had ever met her.

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"Oh, I really couldn't tell that you were so patriotic. But why is your profession so strange? Your magic attack rivals that of a high-damage mage!" Hearing Bai Gui’s words, Guyu couldn't help but admire him; this was a real man. Chu Cheng had another thought: if he were unlucky enough to die in battle in the future, these Magic Eyes would continue to grow, becoming a nightmare for the gods. At first, Gu Jueling didn't take it to heart; it was just a meal with drinks, something he could afford to treat, so why bother entangling himself with such a person? Regarding his boss's doubt, Kuafu said with particular disdain, "What’s so strange about that? What is the speed of our spacecraft? And what is the speed of those two probes? How can they compare to us, moving like snails?" It felt as if he were tending to a carefully cultivated greenhouse; they grew up much safer and in a much better environment under the greenhouse than they would have in the wild. No force could monopolize high-end technology, and Chu Cheng now had the possibility of selling weapons. The night passed, and seeing the sun slowly rise, Song Jian finally put down his sword and sat upright on the single bed to rest. Huanyan sneered; wasn't this remark clearly implying that she had done it on purpose? But then again, she had indeed done it on purpose. "Where did you lot come from?" Bao Zicheng stared at the three people in front of him. For some reason, he felt a mysterious connection, but since they had appeared here, they couldn't be his Senior Sister's friends. The younger prison guard, clearly unaccustomed to interacting much with these "lambs" to the slaughter, simply unlocked their handcuffs and shackles, pushed them into the cell, and turned to walk outside. Regarding these statements, netizens also expressed their views one after another, among which the most liked and shared post was a long review written by a netizen on their social media platform.