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As he broke free from the corrupted spiritual force, that power tainted by the curse let out a silent howl, clawing desperately, trying to drag his essential spirit back. Shaun, however, was concerned only with his escape—he paid no mind to it at all. In fact, not only did he ignore it, he even flung the Soul Gem, which had been resting upon his core spirit, away as well.

Changsheng couldn't be bothered to respond. Instead, he soared into the air and struck the sea with his palm. Instantly, the waters of this entire region evaporated into mist.

"Fifth Junior Brother is that powerful?" Jian Busheng gasped in shock. This Fifth Brother, who usually couldn't muster a single word all day, was unexpectedly terrifying.

Around them, the murderous aura that had originally enveloped him dissipated in an instant, like snow meeting the blazing sun.

Fang Chen’s face lit up with joy. The Origin Tree needed just a million more spirit stones to advance to the fifth tier. When it reached the fourth tier, it had given Fang Chen the source of life itself—who knew what surprise the fifth tier would bring?

On hearing this, Jing Tian was briefly stunned. Then, somewhat incredulously, he reached into his robes and indeed felt an object there.

Unless they had a particular need for that extraterrestrial divine stone, they wouldn't be likely to offer too high a price for it.

Up ahead, many faint sparks flickered in the distance—likely others like him, wandering through the night with starlight stones in hand.

For when the leader of the Bloodthirsty Lions clan grew his eighth head, Void Devourer Flame had utterly subdued the entire Bloodthirsty Lions tribe and secured their everlasting allegiance.

The man at the very front let his gentle gaze fall lightly upon Yao Mingyu’s back. Only when the one seated before him sat rigid as stone did he allow himself a soft laugh, withdrawing his eyes. Yet with that quiet smile, all around him seemed to fade into shadow.

At that moment, the shattered mirror floated before him, emitting no energy and evoking no celestial phenomena—appearing as plain and ordinary as any mirror could be.

If he could shorten his recovery time every session, perhaps before long he really might reach the cultivation speed of level eight.

"I’ve been wary of you from the start—Divine Fire Shield!" The Fire Phoenix Demon Saint snorted coldly. A shield formed of Vermilion Bird’s divine fire materialized, blocking the ancient god-demon fist.

After returning to his room, Liu Xiang immediately called Zhou Wei. Qian Xiaolan hadn’t given many details about the Son of God, but even those scant bits of information weighed heavily on Liu Xiang’s mind.

"President Han, surely a few moments won’t make a difference?" Ji Yunfeng grew anxious and caught her hand, not letting her walk away.

Ji Yunfeng must have just arrived in Harbin. Upon learning she’d been taken by Zhou Haichang, he had turned around and flown back at once.

Old Woman Wang knew she was getting on in years. No one wanted to be teamed with her, but tending cattle was better than idling away watching children.

Of course, this idea was still immature—chiefly, there wasn’t enough time or energy for it.

Quite some time had passed, yet the First Prince’s Consort had not spoken. Yu Weiwei had just affirmed Lady Li’s words, but the Consort still hadn’t grasped the reasoning.

If it weren’t for the Golden Roll of the Great Dao revealing it, he would never have believed such a corps existed in the world.

Even a mighty nation, like Zhao in the Spring and Autumn era, would be coveted by the formidable Qin simply over a single treasure—the Heshibi.

Upon entering, Beili automatically shielded her eyes from Ji Liang’s undergarments and chest wrap, as she caught sight of his naked body.

In this matter, Zhan Jincheng had given it little serious thought. Indeed, he was neither a saint nor a meddler. Even though he and Qin Nansheng had shared a few encounters, it was hardly enough to make him go out of his way to help her.

Though collapsed on the ground, his eyes still burned with rage as he glared hatefully at Beichen Yunshan before him.

"Enough!" Chu Yan adjusted his seat to a reclining position, put on the sleep mask his mother had prepared, and immediately silenced the system’s complaints.

Leon looked at the Aurélien Estate, just a stone’s throw away, and finally breathed easy. This trip had been fraught with peril, but the rewards were beyond anything he’d imagined.

But then he thought, if Cheng Fei had been training under Gu Santong, perhaps he’d already mastered some peerless martial arts—he might not be able to win, and would only humiliate himself by trying.

If only I had shared your pain back then—would you have stayed with us a little longer?

Of course, Lin Xingchen would never say as much to Lian Chenghu’s face. They were brothers, after all, and had risked their lives together; that sentiment alone meant more than anything.

The ancient sword shimmered with radiant violet light. As several Hunyuan-stage cultivators charged at him, he allowed a faint, enigmatic smile to curve his lips.

Apart from its thirty thousand imperial guards, the Shazi Dynasty’s true power lay in the envoys of the Seventeen Prisons. If Black Three’s Yaksha clan attacked, these forces would unite as one and could not be defeated.

A thunderous crash echoed as airbags exploded inside the car. Zhao Zilong felt a violent jolt, then another force swept over him like a tidal wave, leaving him dizzy.

What the heck? Isn’t this the legendary Scythe of Death, said to kill anyone who blocks it, mortal or immortal alike? He Xi was utterly stunned—after all he’d done was a bit of trivial work, and somehow ended up with this ultimate weapon.

"Ahem, darling Yiyi, well… If your aunt were still in the country, it would be one thing, but she’s gone abroad. I don’t have a visa—this could be tricky," Zhao Zilong stammered.

In truth, boys of sixteen or seventeen are at the height of their appetites. However composed or shrewd he might be, he couldn’t resist the body’s natural urges.

"I’ll try both bowls of noodles, but asking me to judge between them seems a bit sharp. Let’s skip that part," Yang Donglai said with a smiling glance around the group, making his opinion clear.

Almost all the strongest figures in this world knew his name, which spoke volumes about his vast renown.