Chapter 23

As the giant beast shifted slightly, the earth tilted, mountains and rivers were displaced, and the sun and moon changed color. The beast slowly opened its sky-swallowing maw, where tens of thousands of blood-pythons danced in a frantic frenzy.

If he had broken more than four ribs, Shen Pojue would likely have suffered permanent complications in his old age; that was why Qiu Shaoze had only broken one.

Shangguan Yun was even more puzzled, not knowing who this Zhang Jue was or why these people were forcing him to rebel. Hearing Xin Kan’s words, it seemed there were still martial artists by Yelü Yanxi’s side, and it was highly probable that Yang Yizhi was among them. Shangguan Yun hurried out of the palace, intending to rendezvous with Xiao Yingying and head straight for Yanyun after Xin Kan.

Li Zhichen stepped forward softly, pulled her into his arms, and said gently, "Ah Yun." Xue Qingyun’s body tensed for a moment before suddenly relaxing, nestling into his embrace.

The young man shook his head slightly, wearing an expression of helpless complexity. He then extended his right hand toward the portal of light, and a faint, colossal phantom hand immediately manifested, reaching into the gateway.

When Qiu Shaoze learned who had taken Shang Mengqi away, he stopped worrying about her safety.

A single sentence caused Lin Yun’s face to twitch violently; even Blood Butterfly trembled, her eyes filled with astonishment.

"Pay her no mind," the beauty on the couch said coldly. Juesen was perplexed; his master had clearly cared for Commander Zhong... yet now, why... After a moment of thought, he understood.

"Grumble..." Another cry from the depths of hell. Zhong Qing snapped back to reality, rubbing his chin as he contemplated the best strategy to find food.

Hearing Lin Yun’s words, most of the bandits prepared to rush forward. Whether or not Lin Yun had a powerful faction behind him didn't matter to these desperate men; a spatial treasure was enough to make them risk their lives.

"All things in the world exist within the cycle of generation and restraint" was his creed. He believed that the saying "knowledge is power" was a truth verified by bloody reality.

Yinchen did not move or applaud; he merely stared at Elizabeth without blinking. His gaze was so intrusive that Elizabeth glared back with a mix of surprise and disgust before turning away. Yinchen looked at her and shook his head with a sense of powerlessness.

"Thank you! Thank you for the compliment!" Hearing Zheng Qian, a diva of the music world, praise him so earnestly, Yang Hua could not help but feel extremely happy.

"People from the Yin-Yang Harmony Sect?" Yinchen’s voice was completely incompatible with the spring-like atmosphere, as cold as the wind and snow of midwinter.

This position was an opportunity—a chance to avenge the Shangguan family. He desperately wanted to use his own strength to prove that one day, the blood feud would finally be avenged.

Soviet bombers, under the escort of fighters, arrived near the waters where the battle was raging. Before they could launch an attack on the German forces on the ground, the German air force arrived. Hundreds of aircraft from both sides immediately engaged in a thrilling aerial dogfight over the relatively small airspace.

This was a treasure of the Iron Blood Sect, a sect from ancient times. It had long since vanished into the long river of history, yet Sima Chong had obtained it.

Shen Gongbao had been captivated by the luxurious atmosphere the moment he entered Star-Plucking Tower, his greed aroused; otherwise, King Zhou would not have kept him there.

Even Meirixiang and the others, who were injured and unable to go out, received many calls from regular customers. Though battered and bruised, they could not go out to take orders, so they introduced these patrons to others.

"Could there be others who have arrived here?" Jiang Shuiyun looked at the people around him, puzzled. Clearly, he was also surprised that those who arrived here were descendants of the guardian gods from various wildernesses.

I piloted the flying carpet upward, only feeling a sense of relief after reaching a thousand meters, at which point I cast my gaze down at the two who had already met.

In a sense, the weapon of the burrowing mongoose is much like a bee’s stinger—a one-time use for a lifetime.

Because, to become a member of such a mysterious unit, one must possess innate talent in addition to special efforts made later in life.

Huyan Hehan thought he could listen to the generals' thoughts on the new General Xuanchen while eating, so he truly pulled General Situ and Li Chenlan to sit down and dine together.

"Knowing that, you still came? Is it worth it?" Dongfang Lingmu suddenly smiled slightly, his expression incomparably warm.

This was the most fragile organ in his entire body. When he was young, he had stubbornly believed that if he were ever to fall deathly ill, it would certainly start there.

Our young master was no stranger to this net either; it was the magic treasure of the Golden Light Master—the Scent-Capturing Net! Just by hearing its salacious name, one could tell what the Golden Light Master had forged it for.

However, even though he only gave a rough summary, it made the members of the Han family turn pale, a chill settling in their hearts, leaving their limbs feeling numb and cold.

Huang Dapao’s legs went weak instantly; he knew his fate had completely run out.

The minister who had made the proposal suddenly found himself unable to speak; he clutched his throat, his face turning purple.

"Exactly," Zhou Laoer nodded frantically in agreement. "Everything today started because my sister left home. Our uncle is venting his anger on his son, but once his temper cools, he will certainly hold my sister accountable for everything."

Glancing at the other person with a faint look, Yan Gong let out a long sigh, putting on an expression of deep sorrow and emotion.

Instead, in Qide Town, they would have a few more opportunities to deepen their understanding of this world.

If so, they would likely have to face this formidable enemy after the Night Sacrifice, which was not what the Night Sacrifice had hoped for.

Lin Chen stepped back a few paces; as the distance grew, the painting on the wall vanished, leaving only a smooth surface before his eyes.

After Qian Renxue’s death, Tang San no longer took the remnants of the Spirit Hall to heart; the survivors in Spirit City were no longer a threat.

Wang Bingling, dressed in a proper white shirt, took a deep breath and officially began her live stream.

Before, when Zhang Kexin didn't have a boyfriend, she could accept him introducing her to a suitor.

He had some distant kinship with this inn; otherwise, he might not even have had this job.

"The birth rate of external soul bones is infinitesimal; even a Limit Douluo struggles to produce one. I am going to intercept this opportunity from Tang San and kill this Face-Spreading Spider before he does," Chen Lan said.

The man in black let out a long breath, a flash of determination in his eyes as he nodded solemnly. He did not know what demands Yang Chen would have, so he remained anxious, thinking to himself that, at worst, he would fight to the death and take someone down with him.