A Note on Taking Leave and Being Scolded

He had another purpose for seizing Meng Po’s Soup: to find a way to make the Demon Lord drink it. If he could make the Demon Lord forget his past, it might stop him from acting recklessly.

Immediately, hundreds of cultivators devoted all their strength to stabilizing their souls, not daring to relax even slightly.

The sect leaders, including Kong Xingzi, were filled with anguish. The ones brought into this sea of suffering were the elite disciples; after this battle, the heavy casualties might cause the sect to decline. At this moment, their greatest worry was simply whether they themselves could survive.

Elder Brother Emperor hastily responded, then flusteredly pulled out his phone and dialed one of his subordinates.

Meanwhile, Avery held a night telescope, eyes fixed intently ahead, his face brimming with excitement.

A ripple stirred in their arms. Awakened by the sudden movement, the two rubbed their eyes in confusion and looked up at Ike, then around them.

A seemingly ordinary finger pointed forth, exuding an exquisite and mysterious aura that swept away withering destruction and shattered the deadly stars filling the sky.

Under such circumstances, the Celestial Immortal Nanli and others exchanged glances, seemingly pondering how to resolve this predicament.

Moreover, wartime military pay differs greatly from peacetime, so swift and decisive victory is the true way.

Though Yuan Shao’s current power was far less than during his historical command over four provinces, his prestige as a four-generation three-time prime minister greatly bolstered his standing.

Ye Lei had already slain hundreds of blood puppets in the Battle of Qingyun Mansion, collecting an absurd number of sacred marks.

“Divine realm? If we encounter divine realm experts, shouldn’t we just annihilate them instead of being devoured?” Song Tianji questioned.

Seeing this, Ye Xingchen took three steps back, then pivoted his right foot half a turn, clenching his right fist and gathering the full might of the Nine-Li Fire Dragon.

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In the end, Yue Qian lay on the ground, his eyes filled with unwillingness as he glared at Wu Tian. After convulsing a few times, he lost all signs of life.

The emperors of the three great empires looked at each other warily, neither willing to lose face by advancing first.

However, when they saw the insect creatures devouring even their own dead kin, the Lion Beast Clan felt their cold ruthlessness and grew uncertain about their future.

Since Song Tianji had not yet been discharged, he would stay in the hospital tonight and complete the procedures tomorrow morning.

“Lord Ye Huan... you lied...” Alethea suddenly said. Some special Murians possessed the ability to sense others’ inner feelings. Back then, Angus was about to trust Ye Huan because he understood his true goal: to become stronger and resurrect Ye Yaomeng.

Neither Caesar Constantine V nor Beast Emperor Nicholas I of Bimon were fools; naturally, neither would choose to wage war during the decades when demonic disturbances might occur. The last outbreak had been only fifty years ago, and by the patterns of millennia, the next would not come for at least another fifty years.

In fact, this was due to the theft of life energy combined with attacks of unknown energy, causing the spiral vines to display frantic aggression. This matched the results of You Tian’s mental simulation.

“Moming, let’s get out of here,” Feng Yufei whispered, tugging at Moming’s sleeve. “There must be some misunderstanding here.”

They began distancing themselves from the giant ape, always evading its attacks at the first sign of aggression.

The other side completely ignored him, delivering more than a dozen slaps. The dice player dared not retaliate or even dodge, enduring the pain without complaint.

Ye Chen smiled as he glanced at Sumuheng, his gaze seeming to regard a fool.

Ye Chen was no longer his usual self; now, like the godly healer of his past life, his body radiated the aura of a powerful being, his words deciding life and death.

Houtu was speechless; he too wanted to know the true relationship between Ye Chen and Shennong, and why the Ao Gun was in his hands.

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“Alright, I’ll turn off the lamp,” Shu Fang softly said, stretching. She reached out to switch off the headlamp with a click, then nestled into her husband’s embrace and closed her eyes.

Before long, Chang Yuchun’s eyes flew wide open. Hu Qingniu quickly helped him lie on his side as several mouthfuls of black blood spewed forth, falling into the sputum bucket prepared earlier. Inside, the black blood instantly crystallized into ice flowers, releasing chilling vapors.

In Zhang Sanfeng’s words, there was no mention that Xie Wuji was the reincarnation of the Purple Star Emperor; instead, he said he had long secluded himself, practicing stillness and movement, when the urge to travel arose. By chance, he saved Xie Wuji and, moved by his background, took him as a disciple.

The adjutant thought clearly — such a tool could occasionally produce miraculous effects if used once or twice. But if used frequently, any enemy with some wit would devise countermeasures, such as upgrading disaster control systems.

Lian Xing’s own strength was extraordinary, now at Martial King level. Soon, countless golden butterflies fluttered out in a dazzling display.

Never had he imagined that the batch of jade rough stone he had auctioned for 500,000 euros contained not a single cuttable piece of jade. He was green with embarrassment over the loss.

Qin Fan sneered; Liu Jing had become a cripple and posed no threat. Even if Qin Fan remained silent, Liu Jing would eventually guess his true identity.

After speaking, Li Yongle whistled as he led two others toward another location, ignoring Zhang Lang, whose face was as black as coal.

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