Volume 1 Chapter 34 The House of Fine Attire

At the same time, with a soft pop, the purple willow beside Kimimaro transformed into a puff of smoke and vanished.

Qiongqi’s expression grew grave. He had not expected Mo Chunqiu to break through in the heat of battle, nor that Eternal Night Lias could unleash the full potential of a divine artifact. At this rate, the power they were exerting had likely reached the eighth rank, pushing toward the ninth, which posed a genuine threat to him.

"It seems I’ll have to have a serious talk with Tie-zhu when I get to FJ," Li Ziling thought, watching the city lights gradually fade outside his window.

Li Feng and the professors all chuckled. There was a reason for this: plants like ginseng, lingzhi, and other precious medicinal herbs absorbed nutrients voraciously and required specific environments. Such places were often favored by snakes, leading to the common belief that where there were treasures, there were snakes.

"I see! Zhao Tie-zhu is intentionally displaying such immense power to make us drop our suspicions of him?" the War God remarked.

Shortly after, thirteen Saint-level powerhouses from the Holy Alliance appeared in the Phoenix Realm, though none of them held the title of Saint Monarch.

This amounted to a heavy slap in the face for Hattori Musashi from Takeda Tamako. Consequently, Hattori Musashi could not help but channel all his fury and resentment toward that suddenly appeared Peach-Heart Taro.

The morning glories planted along the wall had now overgrown the corner of the courtyard. Li Feng had been busy for the past few days setting up bamboo poles to build a trellis; from a distance, it looked quite beautiful.

For any faction, combat-oriented players above level 40 represented a formidable and undeniable force.

Black Tiger shuddered, feeling a chill run down his spine; even he was shocked by his own thought.

If he was willing to sacrifice a bug clone just to spite his opponent, he could initiate the move right now.

Han Feng approached Tai Yang, and the two sat cross-legged on the ground, preparing to embark on an unprecedented feat in the cultivation world.

The Desolate Emperor rested his head against the side of the couch. Looking into their deep eyes, the profound sorrow hidden within was well concealed, revealing only an unyielding, heaven-defying spirit.

He had only one thought now: just muddle through it. If he let this young lady win, she probably wouldn't find trouble with him again.

But what happened to "robbing the rich to help the poor and acting with chivalry"? Why was she yelling at him about chicken legs all of a sudden?

The last time they met, Chen Jie’s blood-red eyes swept over everyone present, and the Mochen Blade descended from the sky, nearly taking his life.

The Zhang family ancestor had left behind more than just vast wealth; he had left the veteran soldiers who had followed him through countless battles.

Ji Tianya swatted away his greasy hand. As if! The fourth-ranked veteran of the Cangcang Tower was right there; how could he let him get close to anyone? Hmph, he should look at who he was dealing with.

Ye Xuan couldn't pinpoint the enemy exactly, but he aimed his UMP9 at the sound of footsteps, ready to fire the moment an enemy dared to step into view.

If he truly had that kind of ability, he would be a human treasure detector. Wouldn't he have made his fortune long ago?

Am I really a scumbag? Tricking Sister Hongzhuang on one hand, while flirting with the long-legged girl on the other?

The crowd behind surged forward. The old eunuch tripped mid-run and was about to become a ghost under the assassin’s blade. Just as the long sword was inches from piercing him, a flash of silver streaked by, and the Imperial Guard holding the blade collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Seeing that reasoning failed, the Chief Proctor took a firm stand: if anyone wanted to take away all the top students of the Imperial Academy, they would have to step over his dead body.

Griffin rushed forward, leaving Ingram wide open at the corner three-point line, while Valanciunas turned and charged toward the rim.

How much longer could a man with liver cancer and bone metastasis live? Even a year would be an extra gift from the heavens.

No matter how he feinted, the core of defense was staying close to the opponent's feet. As long as you kept pace, it was very difficult for them to get past you and score.

Yang Yang had been waiting for these words for too long. If they had said this earlier, he wouldn't have fallen so far behind.

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Shenghua did not hesitate further. He had to get to the bottom of this matter.

The assistant thought to himself that their Chairman An was tied to the Zhou family like grasshoppers on a single string; they wouldn't ignore their situation, as the scandal blowing up would benefit no one.

This time, Yang Xiao narrowly avoided the traps again, but unfortunately, he drew a consumable item once more.

Jiao'er beamed at Yu Qian, her smile as bright as the spring sun, so dazzling that Yu Qian had to look away.

Pan Yuan was quite clever, though. He used the principle of water evaporation, tying clean plastic bags onto branches with washed leaves. If the weather was hot during the day, a fair amount of water would collect in the bags. It wasn't nearly enough, but it was better than nothing.

Zhen Qinyon, the madam of the Qinxin Pavilion—the second most flamboyant brothel in the West Market—also spoke with visible impatience.

Cui Guo believed that even though she didn't know why Lu Chengxuan, who had always been timid and weak, had suddenly changed her personality, she knew that if Lu Chengxuan agreed, she would definitely find a way.

"Fine, how do you want to bet? One-on-one or team battle? How much?" Seeing Yang Chao agree, Fu Chunrong breathed a sigh of relief; in his view, the mission was already half complete.

Just as Fu Chunrong was lost in thought, Yang Chao was busy as a bee, not wanting to waste a single second. In the blink of an eye, his Shadow Fiend had already reached the jungle—not the Radiant side’s jungle, but his own.

But just as everyone thought they could catch their breath, believing Su Luan had completely stabilized Prince Yong’s condition...