35 Erasing the Mark

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Beyond her captivating beauty, the true secret to her success as an international superstar was her magnificent voice.

In the eyes of many, this was not merely a matter of determining the order of advancement in Group Huang; it carried the subtle weight of a battle for the championship.

As long as Wang Fan was given time, he could spend the coming period honing his spiritual power in peace. When the moment was right, he would be able to break through to the Deity Transformation stage unscathed.

Although Ge Sheng could not perceive any signs of an impending storm, his trust in Christie had reached its absolute peak throughout their journey.

"Ye Xuan, what’s wrong?" Hua Fei’s face changed drastically. It turned out that Ye Xuan had only been struggling to hold on.

Li Shanshan spoke with great candor, the scenes of Ye Fan risking his life to save her playing over and over in her mind.

Chang Shenghong was whipped directly to the ground. As he tried to force himself to stand, Chu Yunfan struck his leg, forcing him to his knees.

After being kicked, a dull sound emanated from Tojo Ichiro’s armpit, as if a heavy sack of sand had fallen from a great height.

Fortunately for Ye Fan, Li Jiajia had only suffered some internal injuries and her life was not in danger.

In the sky, a massive palm manifested, dark as ink. Each finger was as vast as a mountain range; one could even clearly see the textures on the fingertips. A pressure far exceeding that of a Great Sage rippled from the tips, with lightning dancing between them.

"That shouldn't be the case! When I was in Guangdong, I heard Mom say that the three boys from TFBOYS are actually quite good. She should let you be together," her brother said, sounding uncertain.

If Wu Lei truly had obtained some powerful treasure from the hoard, it might be more efficient to seize it first before taking action against him.

After breakfast and paying his respects to Consort Liang, the Eighth Prince prepared to visit Consort De. He had to coordinate with her, the consort in charge of the Imperial Household Department; he hadn't spoken earlier for fear of leaks, but if he didn't address it now, Consort De might start to harbor grievances.

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Tonight, she appeared far more bewitching and glamorous than her usual fresh and carefree self. Her thick, wavy hair was meticulously pinned up, with the ends slightly tucked inward to give her face a more dignified and imposing look.

After I finished speaking, my master remained silent for a long time. When I asked him what was wrong, he said he knew a little about the matter, having heard of it from our grandmaster.

"This is likely the place where the most experts of the Great Wu Dynasty are gathered," Wu Lei thought to himself. No sooner had he arrived than he felt several powerful auras locking onto him—all of them were Xiantian-stage experts.

Everyone inside the flying vessel sat cross-legged, resting; it was the group from the Starfall Palace led by Murong Qiushui.

In response, Ke Xiangbao actually felt a sense of calm. Since the other party had already made up their mind that it was you, what was there left to explain?

Seeing the Fei-Yi nod in agreement, the other seven or eight tribal leaders pondered for a moment before nodding as well.

Especially after Ke Xiangbao said, "Fine, take good care of the patient, and you naturally won't be mistreated," the attendant became even more determined to look after Tong Rumeng well.

The assistant smiled obsequiously, "Fellow Daoist Yao Bin, the residence at the mountain summit was specially furnished during construction. It is not only the most luxurious but also offers the best environment for cultivation." He was not afraid of being mocked for sycophancy; if one could stand on equal footing with the son of the Zhao Prince, what did it matter if they were over a hundred years old?

This old man was the avatar of the Nanyue Kingdom’s ancestor, whom Qin Yu had already seen back at the arena.

As for Feng Bozhen and the others, they gave a few instructions to Zhou Jun and his two companions before disappearing. Chen Tian did not say much; they were the inspectors of this secret realm, and it was normal for them not to stay together.

Drawing the Toyako sword from his waist, Gintoki swung it with all his might, striking the side ribs of the Hollow with a heavy blow that sent it spinning through the air.

After much deliberation, Old Fox produced a magic crystal card. Its surface was interwoven with blood-colored patterns, clearly no ordinary item.

However, when Xu Que wiped the mark from the middle-aged man’s storage ring and probed it with his divine sense, he was left utterly dumbfounded.

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After all, people in these times were still very innocent and lacked sordid thoughts; a brother and sister sharing a room would absolutely not lead to any illicit behavior.

The arrival of the Demonic Cult leader, who snatched away Nie Qianniang, left the Valley Master Ye Suifeng both furious and anxious. With no time to manage or preside over the formation, the young man seized the opportunity to break through to the edge of the immortal array. Seeing his escape within reach, he couldn't help but feel a surge of wild joy.

As he spoke, the ribbon binding Jianxin’s hair snapped, and his long red hair cascaded loosely around him.

Just then, as Jianxin and the Hollow struck each other and recoiled, the surrounding buildings shattered. A crowd gathered from all directions, centering on the arena and encircling the battlefield between Jianxin and the Hollow.

Seeing her default to silence without refusal, his eyes brightened with a smile. The grand-uncle nodded repeatedly in delight, and the prefect, too, began to cheer, clapping his hands in approval.

Now, after the fourth level, the first warrior encountered was already at the peak of the ninth-level Soul Master stage; it was likely that enemies at the Soul Grandmaster level might appear later.

"This is a topographic map of the shrine. Brother Bai can use it to find the valley where they live in seclusion," Lu Jialu whispered.

Professor Ma’s internal monologue: I’m so old, can’t you let me go? Do you have to make me look at things like this? I’m just a professor; where would I have seen a scene like this?

"Who applies for a job in the middle of the night? The boss has gone home; you lot come back tomorrow." The middle-aged man tucked a cigarette behind his ear and walked toward a faucet at the edge of the courtyard, carrying a bucket.