The good ones are ineffective, but the bad ones work.

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“The aura of the underworld, the shadow blade.” Instantly, two new elements appeared in Zhang Mo’s mind—items the Seven Nights Demon Emperor had told him to prepare.

A few days ago, Zhang Mo had coincidentally witnessed the Earth Flame Spirit hunting down human cultivators, which sparked his idea to ambush the fire spirit.

“For those of us who have lived through the entire great war, this place is quiet enough and offers plenty to heal the wounds inflicted during battle,” said the figure in green, handing a piece of fruit to Weak Water Three Thousand, opening it to let the juice flow.

Yet, relative to the Kunpeng Continent, even a cultivator at the eighteenth stage of Qi Refinement could easily slay this long-toothed fierce tiger. Thus, Zhang Mo resolved to head north, for where there were powerful demonic beasts guarding, rare medicinal herbs would naturally coexist.

At this moment, Heavenly Punishment snapped his fingers before He Chenggang and then brought him before Mu Jianfeng.

General Blood couldn’t help but twitch the corner of his mouth in disdain—such a tardy and unperceptive method, and yet it could harm him?

“Looks like we can’t count on him,” Zhang Mo sighed silently, a faint yellow light flickering in his eyes. Against the pitch-black starry sky, an irregular planet appeared in his vision—the Divine Realm, so close yet distant.

“Elder Great, the demonic hound has tracked the scent of the fleeing Ram Horn Demon; it’s already heading toward the surface,” reported a subordinate in charge of tracking, holding a rare demonic pet capable of sensing all scents and never once failing.

Eight months ago, after the island’s upheaval, Lin Haoming finally returned to his domain, and I summoned my core team to recount my experiences during that time.

Mu Jianfeng adjusted his collar and reclined on the bed with a casual posture, unconcerned about any breach of etiquette before Carter, who was not the type to be overly formal.

Within the Xie family hall, Xiao Bi’s eyes were serene and composed as she sat peacefully on the great chair. Flanking her were the Xie family’s direct disciples, all wearing grave expressions tinged with worry but no panic.

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When Ye Wudao returned to his chamber, Tian Jingsheng and Hong Fei were fiercely downing drink after drink, looking like soulless wanderers. Their faces were overrun with thick, wild beards. It is said that men grow beards to commemorate the face their whiskers have brushed against.

They could freely traverse the dimensional spaces; the eleven dimensions were like strings in their hands. Through this magnificent eleven-stringed zither, they played the breathtaking cosmic symphony.

As Xiao Lingyin gradually stopped crying, she suddenly noticed the man holding her was pale and trembling abnormally. In her memory, Ye Wudao was invincible—whether against planes, cannons, or H-bomb warheads. How could such a man become like this?

“Zhang Daoling? I appointed him to oversee the Thunder Department. What is he doing descending to the mortal realm?” The Jade Emperor’s expression grew strange, his fingers trembling slightly. Countless golden threads flowed around him as he calculated meticulously. Simultaneously, the Queen Mother of the West also engaged in calculations. They exchanged glances, their faces subtly shifting.

“Brother Xiangru, does crafting the Swastika Golden Lotus Talisman require full hall gold and jade? Can other jade materials not be substituted?” asked someone aware of the rarity of the full hall gold and jade.

The Sacred Council had never handled such matters before because historically, such disasters never occurred. Therefore, no one could predict exactly what would happen.

Now, however, there was no need for such concerns. He had already established absolute prestige among humans, so appearing approachable was a necessary trait.

Taking a gentle sip of the spicy boiled fish, the fiery heat stimulated the nerves through the taste buds. Ye Yin Zixin quietly realized this flavor was truly delightful.

“Don’t worry, the boss will help us avenge this grudge,” Nangong Yi said with a cold smile.

When Liu Xianxiang entered the office, he immediately bowed and extended his hand with utmost respect—quite unlike the disdainful attitude he once held toward the likes of Guan Zi.

While pondering, Gu Junyu had already adjusted the water temperature and gently cradled Ning Yue’s belly, placing it into the basin.

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Ordinarily, I and Zhai Yichen were like fire and water; how could he kindly speak on her behalf?

Suddenly, he felt a strong tug on his thigh. The foot he had raised but not yet set down immediately stepped down.

“Then let’s open it! I’ll open it!” Li Tianliang laughed heartily at Stephen’s pained expression and decisively uncorked the red wine.

Looking up at the Cloud Crane soaring in the sky and the unseen Loli Cloud, according to Qiao Yuchen’s thoughts, the two should have some understanding of the strange beast realm.

That seemed to be the Jianghu he longed to see. Yet, after waiting ten years, he only got that one night. For a thorough martial artist, how could that not breed despair?

They hurried to observe from the lookout point as the outer door of the secret chamber opened, and someone urgently shouted toward the ventilation shaft.

“Oh, why worry so much? Just wait until they return and ask then,” Jia Fan frankly said, not wanting to overthink.

In the excitement, Eddie Hao also wondered, was Bai Ye really that skilled at shooting?

Head coach McDermott, during an interview, helplessly admitted, “We lost. Away matches are never easy.”