Chapter 29: That Branch Has Grown Old; It Can No Longer Hold Back (Please Vote for Monthly Tickets!)

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Deng Yitian’s legs trembled, and he failed several times as he tried to stand up from the sofa. He shivered all over, cold sweat breaking out across his body. He wanted to hide himself within the sofa, terrified of seeing the ghost that had come to claim his life, but it was his father who had rushed into the courtyard, and he could not do that.

Fortunately, the car was still there, though it had truly been dragged to the side of the road. The Second Ring Road was deserted, save for the occasional car roaring past. Zhou Yi placed Er Mei’s grandfather’s body in the backseat and let Er Mei sit in the passenger seat to point out the way.

When the Chu soldiers began to retreat, those "dead men" collapsed once again! But with the Chu army already struck by terror, who dared to turn back and fight?

"It seems Nice Port is in for a long period of blood and carnage," Francesco said in a heavy voice. On the road, they had already seen many corpses hanging from lamp posts; those people were all opponents of General Umanles.

The Xiongnu scout recognized Chang Hui as a Han Chinese. Although his tall stature made him resemble a man from the Western Regions, that face could not be changed, and he did not know the art of disguise using medicine gourds. Relying on his martial arts, he feared nothing; even if he were to clash with the Xiongnu, he was confident he could escape unscathed.

These were scattered fragments of consciousness that could not merge directly into the body; they had to be condensed to form a remnant soul, which would then combine with the fragment of consciousness already within Yun Ruoxi’s body to become whole. Only then could she awaken.

Following the Battle of Wanhua City and the Five Sects Martial Arts Tournament, the name Feng Li once again shocked Dongli. His "Nine Deaths, Seven Injuries" footwork was invincible, trampling thousands of imperial guards to death and leaving the two great elders of the Nine Nether Sects without any means of resistance.

At the command of Long Tianxiang, all the members of the four great families knelt down in a flurry before the four spirit tablets.

Hu Yunlong twisted his wrist and glanced at Sun Jianing, who was running to the other side of the court. Dammit, what incredible strength—the old man's hand was still numb.

Tang Hao hurriedly looked up, closing his eyes slightly as he gazed toward the iron gate. During his time here, Tang Hao had grown accustomed to the darkness of the dungeon, and for a moment, he could not adapt to the intense light.

Regardless, Academy City was a power belonging to another nation; as the host, the United States had to know what exactly this branch campus contained.

"Don't try anything clever," a Black Owl soldier said, pointing a laser gun at the soldier before walking into the room.

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Two arched brows, like knit smoke, a pair of amorous eyes, seemingly smiling yet sad. Grief resided in the dimples of her cheeks, and delicate illness clung to her form. Her eyes were filled with tears, her breathing shallow and soft. In repose, she was like a delicate flower reflecting in water; in motion, she was like a weak willow swaying in the wind. Her heart possessed one more chamber than Bi Gan’s, and her illness surpassed that of the legendary beauty Xi Shi by a third.

Little did they know that this lack of ambition was the most despicable trait of all. It was like a group of craftsmen working together; others kept their heads down, knowing exactly what they were trying to achieve, only looking up occasionally if they failed to get it right.

"..." Remaining silent, the hunched old man made no sound, simply continuing to watch the chaos in the distant sky.

Seeing Zhao Zhiyi walk out of the tent, the two white reporters took off their top hats to salute him. Zhao Zhiyi bowed slightly in return and walked toward them.

"An island overseas? It has been hundreds of years since the Age of Discovery; are there still large, undiscovered islands overseas?" Koman was somewhat skeptical of this claim.

The strangeness of this room lay in the fact that it was entirely devoid of furnishings. Snow-white walls, pitch-black floors; there was not even a carpet or a chair.

"Mr. Yi, will you not consider staying for a while longer? We still have many matters to discuss, and the President also wishes to meet with you, Mr. Yi," the old diplomat said, his expression turning serious.

"Uh, I don't know either. Maybe it has to do with the beast meat we ate?" Zhao guessed.

The middle-aged man took away the remains of Luo Sanyang, traveling far into the depths of the universe, never to return. They were likely all dead.

But he possessed the body of a demon god; as long as the body remained, he would not truly die and could be resurrected. Thus, the gods dismembered him and sealed the parts in various places across Earth.

Yet, the existence of the Chu God told you that ten million in popularity was, to him, nothing short of an insult.

On her delicate, beautiful face, a pair of eyes shone as bright as the stars, clear and transparent, as if containing not a single speck of filth.

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"Old friend, let's take a photo together!" Xi Tianlong patted Chu Feng on the shoulder affectionately and pulled out his phone with a hearty air. Without even asking for Chu Feng’s consent, he snapped away wildly.

Among these people were the top ten who had stood out after the training had just concluded. Excluding the one who had sacrificed himself and Li Bing, there were eight left. It seemed four of them had followed You Jingyan to the Great Xia, and these four were among them.

Inside the hall, Xun Yu’s two elder brothers, Xun Yan and Xun Chen, had arrived early. They spoke with earnest advice and heartfelt teachings, hoping to make Xun Yu change his mind.

A "Dream of the Yellow Millet" was just the beginning; shortly after, nine pillars of light shot into the sky from the livestream room.

This time, the battlefield was divided into two. One was led by Bai Sen, with the Bloodbound and a portion of the death squads and fanatics fighting. Astia led the remaining warriors to attack the front, holding back James’s reinforcements and denying them any chance to support the others.

The Soul-Eater’s tracking relied on souls, and this time, the souls had become Shadow Moon’s collection. As a hunter, for every item in his collection, his power increased—the increase being five percent of that collection's original strength.

Looking up slightly, beneath the burlap cloth on his head was a pair of extremely bright eyes, though they appeared dull and lifeless.

Furthermore, in a daze, it felt as if a warm body was pressed tightly against his back.

No matter how powerful Consort Zhao was, it was ultimately just a title on the surface; she had no power or influence. Even if Murong Zhi took it away, she would have nothing to say. But Qing Jingyao was different.

Especially at the mountain pass through which the army had to march; the altitude was not truly that high. Oxygen deprivation in high mountains was basically a given, but because the altitude was not extremely high, the degree of oxygen deprivation would not be severe. At least it was much better than those mountains in western Sichuan that reached over five thousand, or even six or seven thousand meters.