Chapter 39

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"Alas, it seems that in the end, we must rely on our own strength," Ling Heng sighed.
Furthermore, in her heart, she actually hoped that her first time with Qin Tang would take place in the comfort of a bedroom, rather than being some casual office fling.
The Nine-Star Domain Lords capable of participating in the Battle for the Dao Guardians were all elite figures hailing from the various tribes of the Chaos Mother Nest.
However, all of this was merely a soldier’s instinct; in truth, they had no idea how to deal with this dragon.
"Hmph," Akali sneered. Although she was not familiar with the other party, she had undoubtedly come out on top in this exchange.
With the Spirit Pupil watching, there was no need to worry about her running away. But when a beautiful young woman joined their trio, the old and young of the Winter Embrace Tribe lined the streets to bid them farewell, their eyes fixed on the captive whose beauty was suddenly enough to topple kingdoms.
Enoch, whose throat had been pierced by the dagger, opened his mouth wide, but because his windpipe had been severed, his scream died instantly, leaving only a wheezing sound emanating from his throat.
"Get lost! If you have trouble, I suffer too!" After grumpily sending off his inner demon, Zheng Yi rubbed the tip of his nose. The journey with his inner demon had been far from peaceful. Shaking his head, Zheng Yi quickened his pace and left the area. A long time later, a group of people returned to the spot.
Without opening his eyes, Lucifer seemed to have known who was coming all along, calling the person by name immediately.
Qin Tang held Mu Qiu’s head with one hand while his other hand wandered to her firm, shapely buttocks, beginning to assault them wantonly. That plump and resilient flesh was continuously caressed under his touch.
No, that wasn't right. After the Purple Jade Mirror appeared in the world, Huaijiang Mountain had not been disturbed by it... That meant there was something else, right? What could it be?
There was truly no one left to use in the gladiatorial arena. It was hard to say, but the staff handling the matters were already stretched thin. The three-month period was the designated time for recovery; if there had been enough manpower, they surely would have found a few more people capable of stepping into the arena.
It was about 1.4 meters long, with a slightly curved, narrow blade that looked quite bizarre, like a black viper crawling through the air.

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"Ye Feng doesn't know the height of the heavens and the depth of the earth; he dares to provoke Senior Brother Dongfang. Senior Brother Dongfang is no ordinary early-stage Soul Emperor. He was even fortunate enough to obtain an ancient fragment of a dragon race technique in a remote cave within the Saint Dragon Mountain Range. With just this one move, he can sweep through the early-stage Soul King realm!" the smiling tiger Du Teng sneered.
"You still have the nerve to come here?" Seeing Le Tian’s indifferent expression, Lan Duo almost ground her pearly teeth to pieces.
The relationship between a current and a former lover is always a tangled, messy affair, especially now that Qin Yuan was eyeing Qin Leng like a predator watching its prey.
As I continued to take photos, Zhang Wan finally "noticed" me, but she showed no resistance at all. Instead, she turned her silk-clad hips to the side, providing me with one perfect angle after another.
"Let's go and see the Imperial Brother," Jun Yanchen said, taking Mo Jiuqiong’s hand when he saw she remained silent.
"How is this possible?!" Lingling Yu, the Six-Path Fist Emperor, shook her head and screamed. Her all-out punch had turned into a dud? This absolutely could not be! A terrifying gap? It always lies in the details. There is no such thing as talent or genius, only dead-set persistence that transcends levels.
"In this day and age, who dares to call themselves a saint?" Qin Hao raised his wine cup and drained it in one gulp, shedding some of his restraint.
"Yes! Yes! It was all just a joke!" Chang Gexing seized the opportunity to come up behind Xiao Meiniang. He bent down as if to look at her cards, but secretly blew a breath onto her fair neck. Feeling the intense masculine scent, Xiao Meiniang could not help but blush from her neck up to her face.
Behind every dynasty lie the shadows of certain families. Compared to the frequently changing imperial courts, these families are the ones that are truly immortal.
"You..." Yang Yong looked at Princess Qianjin with fury. He had wanted to use this opportunity to perform well in front of Yang Jian, but who would have thought that the argument he considered flawless would be torn to shreds by a single dismissive sentence from Princess Qianjin.
Seeing that her complexion was poor, Li Qingmu used rouge and powder to try and hide her pale face.
Ghost Butterfly did not look back, a faint arc playing on her lips. That curved smile was particularly distinct in the night.
The newcomer, Li Qiang, politely said thanks. After buckling his seatbelt, he looked out the porthole at the ground, which was slowly growing larger.

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In the current harem, those with high ranks include Lady Wen, Lady Miao, Master Qing, and Lady Liu. These four concubines, whether in terms of family background, learning, or character, are all worthy of being named Empress.
Watching the anxious Zhuque, a wave of warmth surged through Pan Haodong’s heart, and he could not help but show a faint smile.
Baishan Xuan looked composed. As he waved his palm, he unleashed cold and terrifying blade rays. Suddenly, blood flashed, and the phantoms of the gray eagles were all extinguished. This single strike determined the victor, forcing the Heavenly King of Eagle Eye to turn grave.
Li Qingmu shed tears. She had always only seen the tolerance and deep affection King Rong held for Princess Qingcheng, only now realizing that Princess Qingcheng’s love was even more deeply etched into her soul.
Can Songzhi muttered to himself: "Did I change in the Demon Pit? Did my sister not talk to Cui Liu Mengzhu? Could I be sleepwalking?" He began to doubt himself!
No matter where one hid, they would be found. Putting forth all one's strength only resulted in a minor wound to the opponent. As long as the opponent existed, layers of fear would permeate the air, omnipresent.
After waiting for the bone dragon’s breath frequency to decrease, Lei Aotian touched the dragon’s back again, launching a "Tetanus" attack on the cracks in the dragon’s skull before running away.
Lu Jun suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart. He never dreamed that the ripples caused by old Sophis would eventually brew into a political persecution event.
There was only this one path nearby. Aside from this cave entrance, the surrounding area twisted and turned, eventually leading to unremarkable stone walls that connected directly to the ceiling—it was a dead end.
Zhai Yelan looked in the direction Du Yanwan had just kicked; it was indeed a pile of bones, and a pile of white bones at that.