Volume 1, Chapter 35: The Third Battle of Bianjin

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Having seized the control terminals of Kangu and the others, the demons had no idea their enemies had arrived, assuming instead that their leader had returned. What chance did they have to resist?
As soon as Mo Liancheng entered, he gently pulled her into his arms, holding her for a long while before letting go. Though not a word was spoken, his warmth permeated her heart; truly, three days apart felt like an eternity of longing.
The old shopkeeper, however, was different. His very indifference made him all the more suspicious. The agency did indeed deal in information, but they were never ones to sell it lightly.
The moon rose, and cold winds gusted. Two silhouettes bent and moved under the faint moonlight, laughing and chatting. Their hearts were warm, unfazed by the arrival of the harsh winter.
The so-called main gods of alien races and the immortals of the celestial realm were, in the face of such power, merely like ants compared to a planet. To annihilate a star system with a gesture or traverse billions of galaxies with a wave of a hand—such strength approached the level of the Heavenly Dao itself, surpassing even the mighty sovereigns of the Eastern Immortal Realm.
Feeling the aura emanating from that treasure, Xia Lei was struck by a massive shock. That the other party would gift him such a divine weapon made his heart grow increasingly cold.
That day, Ziyun, a disciple of the Tang Sect from Shu, arrived in Yanjing, where Qingxuan met him at a hotel.
The morning sun shone upon the reddish-brown earth, lending a touch of vitality to the desolate landscape.
The White Wolf King’s eyes were filled with joy, and the old ancestral spirit’s gaze was equally strange. I didn't know what they were plotting, but I didn't care; my goal was to rescue Chuchu. As for their grievances, unless absolutely necessary, I truly had no desire to get involved.
Mu Qingchan was stunned. She had not expected that even the two top-ten students would be unable to translate this problem; it was quite beyond her expectations.
When the time came, one rare demon after another was brought onto the stage. Though dressed in magnificent attire, it did not change the fact that they were to be devoured. Seeing the people on stage, Galinan squinted sharply; among them was a high-ranking demon boy.
The hunched old man stared straight ahead with a hint of wariness. There, a blade of light was tearing through the void of the sky, brilliant and resplendent, cold and bone-piercing, like a comet streaking across the night.
As a martial artist, Jiang Chen understood the weight of an oath and the certainty of retribution if broken. Perhaps ordinary people, or those ignorant of the consequences, might swear oaths lightly, but Jiang Chen and his peers dared not do so recklessly.
Jiang Chen remained calm, for he knew that so many sacred fruits were not easily obtained; otherwise, they would not have appeared only three times in history.

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When the three-colored orb of light appeared, Huang Gaedi was momentarily taken aback. As a hero from an unorthodox background, he lacked knowledge of many hero-related mechanics. What were these three beams of light shooting toward him?
Of course, the design of this one-handed crossbow had its own unique features, such as the ability to store three bolts, unlike standard crossbows that required reloading after every shot.
Usually, besides the two children and the management staff, no one visited the kennel, so Yan Xiaxia was quite surprised when Mrs. Gong and her husband arrived.
Finally, Huang Gaedi’s body collapsed with a thud. The earthy-yellow willpower within him dissipated in an instant, leaving not a trace of fluctuation.
Ding Qirui nodded repeatedly, though his face remained devoid of a smile; he could not fathom what doubts the Deputy Commander of the Beijing Garrison could possibly have.
"I’m leaving then." Under the reluctant gazes of Ouyang Na and Zhu Haizhu, Ye Kai flew away in an instant.
As long as he could survive this hurdle, everything else would be easier to manage. It was fortunate that this happened now, leaving him time to handle it, or it would have been truly troublesome.
Amidst the clamor of voices, the parents finally understood that the person who had suddenly appeared was the culprit behind the incident.
But this delay brought the two even closer. If Xu Jie attacked again, there would be no choice but to take it head-on.
Now, hiding inside, he heard a strange voice that did not belong to him at all.
Yet the ranger, still bewildered by the sudden sinking of the Naglfar, could not answer his question.
Memories from many years ago surfaced in his mind. He remembered now why he had fled in such a hurry to the Immortal Capital.
It was a phantom of an elderly man with white hair and beard, wearing a colorful robe and exuding an air of immortality.
Similarly, without proper dragon-hunting tools, the tribe had no way to deal with the blue dragons that rained frost and arcane magic from hundreds of meters above. Although the two-headed dragon riders of the Thunderlord and Dragonmaw clans were fully deployed, neither arrows nor spears could leave a mark on the enemy’s sturdy scales.

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"I wonder how Igaram is doing..." Vivi looked at the sea growing ever closer and let out a long sigh.
And [Qing Yu Sheng] was the only work in the past few years to have surpassed [The Longest Day in Chang'an] in both viewership and awards.
Powerful slogans erupted from the masters. Amidst the chilling aura of slaughter, weapons tore through the air, their sharp edges terrifying, causing the air currents before the national gates to churn and sting the skin.
Even after magnification, one could only see the facial contours; only a facial recognition expert could identify specific features.
What was the most common use of the steam engine during the first Industrial Revolution on Earth?
Once the alien humanoids clashed with them in the mysterious realm, it would more or less affect the current landscape; the thick fog surrounding this mysterious realm was already dangerous enough.
Li Xiang performed his routine second-floor pre-aiming drill. Two seconds after the kill feed cleared on the top right, he heard the footsteps of the CT who was leaving the bomb site to support the middle lane.
That their romance would invite so much trouble was something no one wanted to see.
In all these years, he had only seen Chen Shenyan take money out of the house; this was the first time he had seen his son bring money into it.
Immediately after, the game interface in front of Lu Xiuxiu vanished. Although others could not see the interface, Lu Xiuxiu still subconsciously tucked it away.