Chapter 35

"Why do you block me, Emperor? Let me kill him!" Nowitzki roared. Even as he spoke, a new arm sprouted instantly from his severed wound.

That strike possessed an indescribable elegance. The pride of the sword, the catharsis of the sword, the humiliation of the sword, the self-respect of the sword—everything, absolutely everything, was fused into that single thrust. In this world, what could possibly withstand such a blade?

"The Tyrant Fist!" Wang Tian felt a jolt in his heart. He had long heard that the Wang family possessed a peerless, ultimate martial art, one that their ancestor had painstakingly sought out. It was nearly on par with King-level Qigong and was truly formidable.

I dragged my weary body to bed, only then remembering that the chatterbox still hadn't told me what he did for a living.

She pressed her lips together, staring fixedly into his eyes without saying a word. She then broke free from his grip and continued on her path.

The subsequent rankings were simple; there were no surprises. "Heaven-Subduing Ghost Chill" Ling Dong and "Mighty Savage Beast" Xiong Ye took second and third place, respectively.

Zhan Qingyi watched him from the side with a strange expression—a half-smile that wasn't quite a smile. Fearing she might misunderstand, Li Ziyang wanted to explain, but Tong Han kept babbling incessantly. Helpless, he made an apologetic gesture, signaling that he would talk to her later.

Lei Linyuan’s expression shifted from surprise to horror. He tried to pull Han Miaomiao’s hand away from the syringe, but she struck it away forcefully.

Overwhelmed by shock and fear, Han Miaomiao could not find her voice; not a single word could be squeezed from her throat.

Upon hearing this, Emperor Zhongzong of Tang, Li Xian, stared at Princess Anle in astonishment, and even Empress Wei turned to look at her, unable to believe the truth.

The only question now was how much time Zhu Heding would need to wipe out the Qing and the Pingzhou forces to unify the world.

Cheng Hao fought his way through layers of obstacles, spending twenty minutes battling outside before finally entering the central villa.

This gourd was the Profound Gold Treasure Gourd of the Xuanwei Sect, a Taoist-grade magical artifact. It contained its own "celestial cave," and while it couldn't compare to the Xuanwei Seal, it was still one of the most renowned artifacts in the cultivation world.

Ye Xiao had already unleashed rays of destruction upon the undead, ensuring they could never rise again.

When the driver explained his intentions to the homeless men, he immediately saw them accept the thick stack of cash he offered.

One could even request suppliers to process ingredients into semi-finished products, which would not only save on labor costs but also save time, significantly increasing work efficiency.

Their dinner today was pumpkin and mixed-grain porridge, served with wild vegetable steamed buns and yellow pickles—specifically pickled radishes, pickled sugar garlic, and some pickled chives.

Xu Huixin’s clearly anxious expression turned cold. "Stop the surveillance on Chen Youyou for now and wait for another opportunity."

Shattered Autumn Water was also sent flying by the force. Mu Fenghen flipped back in mid-air to catch it, then swung the twin swords, unleashing two red and blue sword auras that streaked toward Lu Xingyu.

You, a "Dragon King" who has already made a name for yourself, are actually signaling to challenge our Whiteside, who hasn't even made a name for himself yet.

Anthony might be a bit lazy on defense, but he was definitely a master on the offensive end. Leonard’s defense was immediately seen through by Anthony.

Everyone smiled upon hearing there was a red envelope to be had. While overtime could not be sustained long-term, short-term surges were nothing; as long as there was money, they were quite happy to work late.

This led them to wonder: if that person was willing to step forward and post bail for them, yet wanted nothing to do with Wang Yue, who could it be?

"Did you sneak away from the newcomer meeting yesterday? They aren't our enemies," Chang Fei said, pinching U81’s cheek.

Sword light glittered and purple electricity danced. This time, Nangong Yu’er used her true strength. Every strike possessed terrifying lethality; the hedgehog monster’s steel quills were either deflected or shattered by the sword light. Before the creature could flee, Nangong Yu’er pierced its skull with a single strike.

Today’s basketball game was destined to become the biggest topic of the month, and it attracted a massive following of die-hard fans for Lin Xiu.

The reason he wanted to choose Lin Qi was to forfeit the match against Xu Xinyue, as she was the strongest.

After all, the impact Lin Xiu had made while at Liancheng Middle School was so great that one could say almost no one there was unaware of his existence.

Wang Yue’s team, having prepared in advance, immediately abandoned their studied tactics and continued with the strategy of changing their style.

"Yes, yes, it’s all my fault." Zhou Buhuan’s temper was incredibly indulgent; he accepted everything she said without complaint. He was truly terrified by her tears.

My heart skipped a beat as I hurriedly grabbed that fool Mao Fengzi and asked if this was reliable. The more I watched, the more it looked like some kind of shamanistic dance.

Regardless of the hidden reasons, in the three years she spent with her father, even though her memories were not deep, she could still feel that a father’s love was as steadfast as a mountain. Even when he left, he had saved the best for her.

The medicine given by Princess Chuyun was not a lethal poison, but it would cause lethargy and severe abdominal pain. As long as Sima Jinghong showed signs of discomfort, he would certainly summon an imperial physician. Once the physician diagnosed him with poisoning, the first person to be suspected would be Consort Li Ying.

No matter how proud or arrogant one is, sometimes one must bow to reality. She had nowhere left to turn.

She was shocked to see the abbot and the monastery manager both present in the meditation room, with a monk kneeling on the floor.

More than ten days passed, and news of the special imperial examination was finally confirmed: it would begin next March, while this year’s provincial examination would proceed as usual. Meanwhile, before Gu Yongchen could even receive his previous letter, Gu Qingyun received another one from him.