24 Impure World Reincarnation: Madara

White lightning and golden thunder collided in mid-air, instantly erupting with a sound like a thunderclap.

The mass of liquid seemed like a soft-bodied creature; after leaping from the water, it transformed into a large blue web, appearing as if it were about to envelop the two men.

He realized that Huo Ziyin’s power was likely beyond even Miao Baobao’s ability to counter. After all, the Imperial Tomb before them had been constructed by the ancestors of their Great Zhou Empire—a power far surpassing the Martial Monarch stage.

Within the rankings, he would not fall out of the top ten, even accounting for the fact that his assassination skills and certain other assets could not be revealed to the world.

Under the sensory reach of his divine consciousness, every move made by everyone in the manor was as clear as if he held them in the palm of his hand.

The Rabbit God bid farewell and departed, and as he left, a laugh finally escaped from behind his mask.

The sword strike he swung was impressive in momentum, yet to those with a discerning eye, it still lacked a certain refinement.

Fang Bai took a deep breath, his bloodshot eyes staring fixedly at his opponent before slowly softening. Only one reason had pulled him back from the depths of despair: revenge.

On the other side, the members of the Bai family gathered in small groups. The current situation had surpassed what they, as the hosts, could interfere with.

Zhou Long was pleased, but others were not—especially the veterans who had followed Duan Lang, such as Huang Zhi, Wang Fuzhong, and Zhang Qifeng, who began to clamor noisily.

The giant ape’s fur bristled like steel needles, its muscles knotted, and its thick arms radiated invincible strength. It roared at the sky, baring its white fangs, and pounded its chest with fists as large as millstones, the sound echoing like thunder.

"Your Majesty, apart from that eunuch Lin Bao, Lord Zhe... Lord Zhe Ren is also ambitious and seeks to act against you!" Kang An hesitated for a moment before speaking.

In the first eight games of the National Collegiate Basketball League finals, Geng Haoshi consistently swept his opponents with a "calm yet frantic" state of mind, helping Tiancheng University of Technology secure an eight-game winning streak.

"I am doing well! We have also defeated the rebel army of Prince Kang! You have traveled a long way and must be exhausted; go into the city to rest first! I have already ordered the soldiers of the Production and Construction Corps to boil water and prepare food for you!" Zhao Chen said with a smile.

"Buddy, where’s the restroom?!" Li Lei scratched his crotch crudely and asked, patting Roger on the shoulder.

"Don't try to fool me; it’s not that simple. What is it really about?" Tingting insisted on getting to the bottom of it.

Meeting her teary eyes, Jing Lichen felt a sharp pain in his heart, and a trace of regret flashed in his eyes.

If her mother truly still cherished her father, she should not have kept his belongings with her, lest she feel distressed seeing them after marrying Prime Minister Gu.

Waking up early and running 100 laps without eating anything was indeed an inhumane ordeal. But who told them their coach was Yu Manman? Still, no matter how tired they were, they had to endure it, because none of them wanted to be kicked off the school team.

"If Master does not believe me, you can go and ask the junior sisters; they all know about this. Yang Yao is so despicable, and I detest him intensely—how could I possibly marry him?" Song Qingyao said.

"I am her guardian. This child refuses to go unless accompanied by one," Yin Ruojun explained, spreading her hands with a look of extreme helplessness.

At that moment, this impression flashed through everyone's minds, and with a little judgment, they understood why these people had launched their attack.

Zheng Haoxuan’s footsteps were hurried; fortunately, there was no one outside, making it much easier to search for someone.

Mo Xi stared at Yin Ruojun without blinking. "Is that for real?" She could already imagine the frustrated expression of Shen Hanluo—who possessed great martial arts but could only be manipulated helplessly—with a gun pressed to his head. The more Mo Xi thought about it, the happier she became, almost unable to contain her laughter.

A subtle fragrance filled the room, and in a daze, I gradually closed my eyes, my consciousness sinking into chaos.

Hong E’s face was filled with panic, truly ruining the mood. Xuan Yuanhong and I exchanged glances, while Ji Qingxuan remained expressionless, not saying a word from beginning to end. Our limbs were bound by blood vines, beneath our feet lay an unfamiliar blood formation, and above our heads hung the barrier of the formation.

"But Princess, that imposter Helan Yan is dead. I worry that the General will find the real one." Chunmei’s words were unintentional, but as soon as she finished, she was scolded by Zhao Yaxin.

His bottom line was simple: his family should not interfere with his life, and the people he cared about must not be harmed.

Once the luminous pearl was activated, it could not be turned off. This meant that since the darkness that concealed their forms had been dispelled, it could not return.

The bundle was slashed open, and its contents spilled out: martial arts manuals, medicine, jewelry, and money.

Sikong Ze narrowed his eyes, staring at her unfamiliar face, where only the eyes and lips bore a slight resemblance.

Because of that organization, the Z-Country Ministry of State Security had set its sights on Organization K. If this continued, Organization K would sooner or later be exposed.

This surprised Gu Xinjue greatly. Gu Xinjue could not forget that a few years ago, the old Baron Gong was quite a formidable fighter, and he had suffered more than his fair share of losses at his hands. Yet, seeing him today, Gu Xinjue found that the old Baron was almost as weak as an ordinary elderly man.

Slowly swirling the cup in his hand and watching the golden wine within, a trace of coldness flickered in his half-lowered dark eyes.

After all, this was something Brother Feng had specifically instructed him to do, so he hadn't even thought to look elsewhere. His gaze was entirely fixed on the positions where Wang Hu was hiding, which led to him neglecting the group of people creeping toward him.

Perhaps, in truth, he knew, but since the Demon Slayer had been killed by me, he had nowhere left to hide and was forced to bite the bullet and gamble everything.

Su Yuanyuan tilted her head and mentioned that for the past month, Lin Feng had stayed home, becoming a shut-in. This made her very curious, as Lin Feng used to run out every few days, sometimes not even returning home for three or four days at a time.