Volume 1, Chapter 63: The City of Illusions

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"My idol!" Mistaking it for a dream, Wen Wan looked at those sexy lips and bit right down on them.

Obediently, he took off his shoes and socks, running with her toward the surf. The moment the chilling seawater touched the soles of his feet, a chill ran down his spine, and he took a few steps back.

The Tai Chi internal energy within Ah Shui had reached its absolute limit, and the palm force he was currently outputting was the most formidable of his entire life. Yet, the Seven-Finger Yama's palm strength continued to surge. Ah Shui's chest felt as though it had been struck by a massive boulder, but he gritted his teeth through the agony and unleashed several more strikes.

Mo Feili's lips curved into a smile. With a flutter of his sleeves, he stepped into the room, and the distinctive scent of dragon saliva lingering on his body instantly filled the entire space.

"I... I understand!" There was no time for detailed explanations now. Little Bird also knew that every single second counted right now.

"Impossible! No one can find this place. No one on Earth has that capability," Morgana declared loudly, her face filled with disdain. However, right at that moment, the sneer on Morgana's face froze. She looked at Nightmare, her gaze turning chillingly cold. "Did you leak the address here?" Morgana demanded.

If Song Yiren had chosen the path of immortality, he would have had the protection of the ten thousand immortals of the Intercept Cult before the Tribulation of the Conferment of Gods, and the care of the Three Madams after the tribulation.

"Will you still come back?" Gao Yeyun grabbed Wen Wan's hand, asking his final question.

"Ugh..." Ariella's face turned crimson, wearing a very flustered expression, as if she were still unaccustomed to being praised and thanked.

Tohka and Kurumi were still able to endure Ryusei's aura and temperature. Back at home, Ryusei had once unleashed an even more intense aura and temperature, and they had already grown used to it—just like how one gets used to vomiting after a while. However, all the other students were driven to absolute misery by Ryusei's aura and temperature.

Xue Shang's gaze flickered uncertainly. A short while later, he dismissed all the idle attendants from the tent, leaving only the two of us behind.

Although the soldiers of the Kingdom of Bazalan were fierce and unafraid of death, there was still a slight disparity in their physical conditioning.

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To put it simply, the Human race managed politics, the Dragon race handled military affairs, and the Tushan Fox clan managed finances.

The blood vessels previously blocked by bruises were now unblocked, and the tendons became more transparent with vastly increased resilience.

At noon, with the scorching sun hanging high in the sky, Song Shan walked into the Fengsheng Agriculture office building and headed straight up to a conference room on the second floor. The seats on both sides of the conference room were already filled with people waiting for Song Shan.

As his voice faded, another spotlight focused on Charlize, who was sitting just three chairs away from Li Zhe.

Logically speaking, he lacked the qualifications, but since Sun Weimin spoke up, he naturally deserved this seat—just like the Leopard-head back in the day.

Faced with the threat of long swords and spears, the residents finally halted their actions and calmed down.

His words had some effect. The villagers, who had been trembling previously and looking at the surrounding soldiers with eyes full of distrust and panic, grew quiet.

However, he was not entirely unfamiliar with this name—Li Huimin, the most senior vice minister of the Ministry of Agriculture.

Estelle's words were utterly earnest, so earnest that even Lelouch's killing intent diminished significantly. Although he did not know why Estelle was doing this, if she truly carried it out, he indeed had no need to strike her down. Unifying the entire Elf race was, after all, a rather exceptional proposal.

Tian Ming let out a fierce shout, and the Azure Dragon Turning Cloud Sword instantly blazed with brilliant light. As the treasured sword vibrated, the body of that green wolf was instantly torn to pieces.

At this mention, Wu Haitong could not help but feel his face burning slightly. It was not a matter of whether he had a reserve of seven hundred low-grade spirit stones, but rather that a few dozen truly felt a bit too meager.

Big Mouth had just killed an unarmed child. As Big Mouth picked up a stone and prepared to smash it downward, he caught sight of a tear-streaked child. The boy's face was covered in anguish and tear tracks, and those eyes were filled with an eager yearning and plea for life—pleading with Big Mouth to save him.

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Tang Wanting snatched the sword from Wu Yi's hands and began to dance with it beside the table, as if slicing through the formless air. The edge of the blade rang with a crisp, melodious sound that echoed as Tang Wanting moved.

Absorption. The immense true essence channeled and infused from the core circulated through his meridians. Toward the end, it surged like ocean waves endlessly crashing against a giant boulder, producing a dull, thunderous booming sound. The energy within the core was gradually refined into the true essence within his body.

Olaf spoke of two more days, leaving room for maneuver. As long as soldiers had hope, they would hold on to the end; once hope was gone, everything would truly be finished.

These people had no idea how the Evil Wind Architecture came to be, and naturally did not understand how it was crafted. This feat alone filled their hearts with shock.

Inside the wooden box, resting smoothly upon yellow silk, lay a silver scabbard inlaid with a few gemstones, alongside a long sword radiating a biting cold gleam.

Missing a tooth, Lin Dong sprawled on the ground and thought viciously: *He cannot keep his composure; this scoundrel is destined for nothing great, not material for an overlord. Day in and day out, he only worries about saving face, letting his joy and anger show on his face. The one who will plunge Shushan into chaos in the future is none other than this scoundrel Lang Tianxing! He couldn't even see through Han Xiuyun's deliberate tests and probes—he simply can't take the pressure.*

Song Ruyu slowly sat up, lowered her head to look, and found that at some unknown point, she had been changed into a pale white inner garment made of fine cotton. The lake-green embroidered begonia bodice underneath clearly did not belong to her, which made her rather uneasy.

As a high-level primeval wood demon, the Great Tree Head had now personally experienced the hunting scenes of outsiders from its memories. Although it possessed no brain, the spiritual awareness it had cultivated warned it that the moment of life or death had arrived—perhaps in the very next instant, it would become the prey of human cultivators.

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