Ranran, you sold me far too cheap.

Furthermore, barring extremely exceptional circumstances, human Divine Seed and Saint Lord realms can only briefly levitate and cannot remain airborne for extended periods. As for traversing ten thousand miles a day through unassisted flight, it is said that only cultivators at or above the Emperor realm are capable of such a feat.

Deeply proud and offering his heartfelt congratulations, Kim Sung-han already wore a smile at the corner of his mouth, having finally witnessed such a day.

"It really is them! There is no mistake." Look, this provided yet another confirmation. Now, the matter seemed increasingly certain; yes, it must be this way, and there was definitely no room for error.

Running a few more paces on his feet, as if belatedly retaining a shred of his master's consciousness, the blood spurted out like a gushing fountain. Then, as though thoroughly exhausted of all oil and life, it gradually subsided and grew still. With a heavy, thunderous crash, there was no more sound.

"Hmph! How could peering into the Heavenly Dao and ascending to the Saint Lord realm be a simple matter? In my view, the reason your Blood Demon Sect struggles to improve after reaching the peak of the Divine Seed realm is precisely because of your impatience for quick success and instant benefits, as well as your idleness, which leads your spiritual minds astray. Naturally, it is difficult for you to glimpse the Heavenly Dao!" Shi Tian cursed indignantly, making a move as though to crush Hubai's primordial spirit.

Kim Sung-han smiled bitterly and nodded. One of the reasons this Korean barbecue restaurant in Apgujeong did such good business was that it was slightly cheaper than other Korean barbecue joints within a radius of several hundred meters. Moreover, its service was quite attentive, earning the favor of fans who staked out near the company.

Lying on the hospital bed, with both his mental and physical energy exhausted to a certain degree, Qin Zihao unexpectedly fell into a deep sleep.

Just at that moment, however, a weak cough suddenly came from Wu Zhong's mouth. Following that, his eyes slowly opened.

"Never seen it" meant not knowing, whereas "seems to have seen it" was rather ambiguous. Its meaning could be that he had seen it, but could not be certain; or perhaps the one he saw was not that particular dog, much like what the security guard uncle had said—it might have been someone else's dog.

The other person was Lei Tai. In the eyes of many elders, this was not surprising at all; Lei Tai indeed practiced the Lei family's martial arts, and quite brilliantly at that.

Yue Ming hesitated to act for a long time. He gazed at Lin Xingchen, hoping to receive the next set of instructions from him.

The greatest drawback of a two-party system is mutual sabotage. This is not very obvious when a country is in an economic upswing, because no matter how the two parties undermine each other, the economy continues to grow and ordinary people's living standards improve. At such times, all conflicts are masked by rapid economic growth.

Dan Ziyin tightened his grip on the wine glass in his hand and looked over at her, a trace of confusion welling up in his profound eyes.

He asked, "Is this your idea of being honest?" His hand tightened, weaving my fingers securely between his.

"What! Was that his purpose?" Yue Ming still let out a startled exclamation. Fortunately, he did not blurt out any critical keywords, so it did not attract the attention of those nearby.

Anticipating this outcome all along, Feng Yue had never expected Yi Zhangzhu to do anything severe to Sun Li, nor was the crux of the matter here.

Yun Qiyue was in an exceptionally good mood at that moment. Overcome by a sudden surge of excitement, she rushed over, threw her arms around him, and planted a peck on his cheek.

At 2:49 AM, following the command of the Volunteer Army, large-caliber artillery pieces distributed along the entire front line in the Korean Peninsula simultaneously let out earth-shaking roars. Thousands of shells traced dazzling light trails across the night sky, crashing down mercilessly upon the United Nations forces' defense lines, which had been marked out long in advance.

Suspicion is forever the common flaw of those in the imperial family, even for Long Yuan, whose heart had already grown as still as stagnant water.

It was a joking remark, but it instantly left Feng Lingxiao stunned. Even Ran Yu and Shen Luoyi smiled faintly after a brief moment of surprise. Not the slightest trace of tension ahead of a great battle could be detected in the main hall; the momentary burst of cheerfulness swept away the gloom from everyone's hearts.

The one who spoke was the Overlord Sword Li Xiusheng. His voice was full-bodied, magnetic, and brimming with vital energy. For such a face to emit such a fine voice genuinely startled Da Niu and Wang Siyao, while also feeling slightly comical.

Entering the palace when it was already afternoon, they arrived at the Cining Palace. Empress Dowager Dou had a full head of silver-white hair and wore a peacock-blue open-front beizi embroidered with intertwined branch peony patterns in woven brocade, paired with an apricot-yellow horse-face skirt featuring a sea-and-cliff motif. Adorned with a complete set of ruby hair accessories in her raven hair, she sat upright on a luohan bed, her posture straight and her bearing extraordinarily noble.

In the afternoon following the meal, a few wisps of white clouds intertwined across the sky, and the scorching sun baked Fengcheng. Inside the Manor of the Evil Prince, four men sat around a table in the main hall. Among them, a man clad in a brown brocade-patterned robe cast a narrow, teasing look at Feng Qiye and sighed.

A restless inner agitation prompted Lian Xin to break with her usual behavior and inquire about Jiang's mother before Jiang Yu brought it up.

Lian Xin, who had just been comforting others not to be nervous, was actually feeling extremely unsettled inside. At that moment, how could she still care about why Jiang Yu had appeared on the film set? Her mind was entirely consumed by Qi Xi's injuries.

After the eight-armed monster died, the surrounding scenery finally changed completely. The original carnage and flying flesh vanished without a trace in an instant.

Chen Xing had been hanging on wire harnesses all day, running a fever and refusing to eat. Having just finished an intravenous drip to bring his fever down slightly, he naturally had little strength left. If he hadn't been prepared in advance, he wouldn't have been able to stop the menacing onslaught of Tian Jiao.

Having had her final meeting with Helan Lengchun back in the imperial palace, Leng Yue had departed for the Lingyun Grotto. It was uncertain whether she ultimately achieved her wish and married Gu Ting.

Zhao Yong'an was approaching eighty. Although his physical constitution was much better than that of an average elderly person, he still needed to take a nap at this time every day, otherwise his energy would not hold up.

"I am not even afraid of living people, so why would I fear a dead person? Stop guessing wildly," Jiang Xueyin said, forcing a smile to keep up appearances.