021. The Mist of Shibuya

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At that moment, Luo Ya’s heart skipped a beat; the thing he feared most had indeed happened. Although he knew the powerful savior was strong, he never believed that this strength could easily handle a level ten cultivator. “Heh heh, there’s no such thing as guest or host here,” Wei Fei said, not waiting for Xue Rou to respond, and with a wave of his hand, a fish flew over to him. “Shennong counts as one, and the dragon beside Xuanyuan counts as another…” Nangong Shang counted on his fingers, but before he could finish, Lu Yu interrupted. “Leave? Heh heh, didn’t you want us dead? Spouting nonsense and still wanting to leave!” Zhao Ruian smiled darkly, and the other three, understanding his intent, flickered in an instant and surrounded Lu Yu. Eventually, I fulfilled my wish and married the Seventeenth Prince as his secondary consort. Although I nearly died in court because of his intervention, I ultimately triumphed over Qiyun. From then on, everyone knew that the Seventeenth Prince’s residence had a willful primary wife, but also a virtuous and passionate secondary consort. “Not bad, truly much stronger now. This must be the power of divinity!” Ouyang Xiaoxiao murmured as she watched the soaring spiritual energy. She still had some faint memories of Yutian; she recalled that during the time in the Land of Deification, Yutian’s strength had not been this formidable. “Eh, eh?” Hearing Jacqueline’s words, Corinne was at a loss; she hadn’t known what to do next either, and seeing everyone else decide, she wanted to follow the crowd, but Jacqueline wanted to quit here. He sneered bitterly; he didn’t understand what was happening but dared not show panic, or it would truly be over. When he threw the light orb, the power inside seemed to be drained, making him feel as if he were about to collapse. “Then I’ll continue to cultivate. My true qi is inexhaustible; no need to worry about running out!” Ye Dong resolved firmly and continued to refine the profound iron true qi to perfection within his limits. “Alright, Chen Feng, now everyone’s gone. I think it’s time to lift your barrier, right? After all, no one is secretly spying now. You can rest easy!” Bond said. The Fire Fox deeply felt the overwhelming destructive power contained in a high-zone thunderstorm crashing into a low-zone area.

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Snap! As the ghostly shadow faded, something fell. Wang Chen picked it up—a jade pendant, ancient in design, pure in material, radiating divine light; clearly no ordinary item. Since she didn’t mention it, Ichimaru Gin wouldn’t cause trouble either. Thus, under Kirishima Yoshino’s command, the two unknowingly walked toward the main street. “Ren Tianfan, do you really need to be this nervous for a simple mission? Why not just go in and kill directly? No need to complicate things.” Ling Zhoutian lay helplessly on the hammock, watching Ren Tianfan’s eyes unwilling to relax, feeling quite vexed. Chen Feng repeated his old trick, controlling the thicker secret force and drilling into a corner beneath the ribs, beginning fusion again. Danger should be eliminated at the cradle, but why hadn’t the National Guard General and the Queen Mother intervened? The Holy Spirit Earth Doll sensed its new body with great joy and honor. Although the world-class post-origin crystal was its true form, the body was still important—it originated from the soul and was the most compatible vessel. “Li Weimin, do you not want your job? You deserve to die!” a thug shouted loudly from the ground. “Go away! My life has nothing to do with you!” Chen Feng gritted his teeth and transmitted his voice to Ye Liuyu under heavy pressure. Not only the radar system failed, but even the communication system mysteriously stopped working, including their satellite communication with the Pentagon and private satellite phones. “Friend Shen, I must leave first.” The man in green leaped and suddenly transformed into a green light, disappearing underground in an instant without a trace. But he never expected that after waiting for just a few years, Che Wuyou had grown to such a level that even the Qin Emperor’s attack couldn’t kill him outright.

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But in his past life, Ye Chen was favored by the Moon Feather Empress and protected by the Lord of Wuyia, never suffering any grievance. So, those so-called “hardships” in Ye Chen’s life were seen as mere suffering by the Empress. Li Yiqiu’s words were resolute, exactly as Che Wuyou knew her. Joking or threatening her was the last thing to do; Li Yiqiu hated threats most of all. Especially in front of so many people, how could she ever bow her head? The Huashan Sword Sect, vast and ancient, stood firm on the Southern Continent for countless ages. Even though the ultimate battle between immortals and demons had arrived fiercely, such a venerable sect, guarded by layers of ancient arrays, was not so easily destroyed. One strike, two strikes, three strikes—the dual-handed axe relentlessly struck L1’s head. Poor L1 could only desperately raise his hands to block the blows. “You cannot comprehend my existence; come, let us fight.” Ye Chen did not explain further but revealed a disdainful expression, looking at the lord before him with battle fervor. He and Duan Fengliu were as close as brothers, sharing mutual respect. If one were in trouble, even across mountains and rivers, the other would come to aid. Ye Changsheng’s talent was average, but his heart was broad and all-encompassing. Because of this cultivation, he received the shaman’s inheritance and never lost himself. “Alright, Director!” The head nurse said nothing more and entered the operating room. After putting on a mask and changing into sterilized nurse attire at the door, she proceeded inside. Yi Min’s cries could already be heard. Thinking of how she had been neither fully alive nor dead recently, and recalling Zhong Li Luo acting alongside Shui Yingxue, Su Jin’s heart was overwhelmed with concern for herself. The long-suppressed tears finally burst forth, streaming down her cheeks and dropping onto the floor.