Volume 1, Chapter 33: The Farmer and the Snake

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"That's great." Peter Parker, having already removed his mask, let out a heavy sigh of relief. The tension that had inexplicably gripped his heart suddenly dissolved completely.

Inside a speeding car, McCann, a major shareholder of Oscorp, flipped through a stack of photos in his hand.

Ding Yi had always been highly tolerant toward the common people. Hearing Liu Ji’s report, it would be a lie to say he didn't feel a sense of self-satisfaction; after all, Ding wasn't a saint. It wasn't just about the accomplishments he had made that would go down in history, but also the fact that he was so beloved by the people of China—a feeling that Ding found quite gratifying.

He certainly had the capital to be proud. Already in the late stage of a Semi-Saint, having condensed over seven hundred laws, his strength was formidable. It was safe to say that unless he encountered a peerless prodigy, he would have no trouble breezing through several rounds of the competition.

"You have a death wish, don't you? Do you know the consequences of offending our Sword Sect?" Xiao Yuan, seeing Ye Tianchen’s composure, gnashed his teeth and spoke.

This was Ye Zhen’s duty and responsibility. Moreover, deep down, Ye Zhen preferred a stable environment in which to pursue his martial path, rather than a country torn apart by the flames of war.

"Brother Wang, no need to worry. This little crisis isn't enough to take my life; I will resolve it myself!" Ye Tianchen replied.

When they were alive, they shook the heavens and the earth, and with a single stomp, an entire era would tremble. Yet, upon their death, were they any different from ordinary creatures?

"Thankfully, we arrived just in time. If the Divine Infant had collapsed, even a Main God wouldn't be able to save him!" Yang Jian nodded and said.

Two black-clad agents took the Den Den Mushi from Spandine to contact the highest authority of the World Government: the Five Elders, located far away in the Holy Land of Mary Geoise.

The waiter, believing his cover had been blown, immediately drew his gun and pressed it against Bigfoot’s waist.

Every creature that wishes to transcend must first face a great catastrophe. If they survive it, their future is naturally boundless and smooth-sailing.

With the end of the Southern Campaign, the Ming army seized nearly ten thousand warhorses from the surrendered Eight Banners soldiers in Jiangning and Wuchang, supplemented by a batch of horses imported from Japan.

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The moment he saw the content on his phone, even his eyes couldn't help but tremble slightly.

However, when everyone saw Xu Yongsheng sitting there calm and collected, showing no surprise, they immediately understood that Tall Guy must have been acting under Xu Yongsheng’s instructions.

Using the particle stream generated by the stellar storm to propel its magnetic field away from the star, Jing immediately activated the antimatter engine.

In the Qing Dynasty, collusion between officials and merchants basically meant the imperial court treated merchants like fat pigs—raised only to be slaughtered once they were plump.

Not to mention the legends in this world that martial artists could break through shackles to cultivate immortality, pluck stars with their hands, and sever galaxies with their swords. Although these legends were unverifiable and his predecessor had never seen them with his own eyes.

But the Ming Dynasty currently lacked the conditions for free compulsory education—primarily due to a shortage of teaching staff.

The vortex seal had been weakening for tens of thousands of years, and under Ao Ye’s self-detonation—which was equivalent to the strike of a Taiyi Golden Immortal—it crumbled.

Could Fang Zhengyi really trust a fresh graduate like that? And entrust him with such major matters in the underworld?

Since Meng Xunzhen had spoken to this point, there was no alternative but to fight. The others stepped back, leaving only Meng Xunzhen and Murong Fu in the center of the arena.

"Cough, cough. Little brother, have you seen enough?" The Purple-Clad Fairy, Long Ziyi, seeing me looking so "distracted," couldn't help but cough dryly before gently tapping my shoulder.

Hearing the voice, Ye Wei immediately turned around and looked behind him. At a glance, he saw the mysterious man standing there, watching him with a faint smile on his face.

Looking at the current state of the two Blood Demon Beasts, burning them was clearly impossible. The only other possibility was that they were being eaten. The thought of becoming food in someone else's belly made everyone shudder uncontrollably. What kind of feeling would that be? Just thinking about it was terrifying.

Zeng Ao was suddenly stunned, a look of confusion in his eyes. How did they end up talking about Arthur during their conversation?

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However, Yun Yanyue didn't care about any of that. She had already made up her mind to transfer away from the Tiger Den, so she might as well be a villain to the end. Besides, she had already offended Feng Yulin to the point of no return, so why bother? She had already delivered eighty slaps; what did it matter if she finished the hundred?

When she first heard the mission, Meng Xunzhen felt a slight sense of relief. Although Murong Bo was a top-tier expert in the *Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils* world, if she used her knowledge of the plot to set a trap to lure him out, then joined forces with Qiao Feng and the vengeful Xiao Yuanshan, who was hiding in the shadows, killing him wouldn't be too difficult.

His figure stopped abruptly, as if defying the laws of inertia, which shocked Shi Chongming—what brilliant martial arts.

Therefore, although Lin Yuxin might be very sad and heartbroken now, Kong Yuru knew that she would not regret it in the future. If she had actually ended up with Lin Luoxi, Kong Yuru believed she would have been the one to regret it.

Old Man Liu’s son, hearing the man’s words, suddenly perked up. He had no idea what was happening and was already famished. He struggled to break free from his mother’s embrace to run toward the man, but his mother held him tight, unable to move an inch.

"Even a lowly Earth Immortal is so arrogant? Wait until Brother Lu arrives, then we’ll see how you keep acting so wild," the Celestial Immortal blocking the door continued to provoke.

"I see. So that was his intention all along." A flash of realization struck Lin Mu’s mind, and he finally understood what Shangguan Kun was planning.

This was a treasure passed down through their lineage. Daoist Huoyun had been refining the Fire Cloud Gourd with his origin mana from the very beginning.

Ye Shaoyang felt that this incantation sounded Western. He thought to himself that the sects in Hong Kong were indeed open-minded, unlike those in the mainland. Even a hundred years ago, it was said that anyone who practiced foreign magic was treated as an evil cultivator; those who were severe would have their magical roots severed, preventing them from ever practicing magic again.

Some people could enter the cycle of reincarnation, but most were reduced to ashes, leaving nothing behind—a truly heartbreaking reality.

Guo Ye deliberately coughed twice to interrupt Guan Jiujiu, who was filled with lewd thoughts. How could he not see the lust in Guan Jiujiu’s eyes?