Volume 1, Chapter 32: The Second Draw!

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Although Chunxia was reluctant to part, she thoughtfully agreed to wait until tomorrow, reasoning that they could always meet again when they had time.

The match between Le Bing and Shangguan Chen was the very first of the top-twenty-to-top-ten rounds, which drew even more attention.

In the courtyard, the master, the junior martial uncle, and the senior disciples had arrived, though no one knew exactly when. Standing before them was a man Liu Gongquan did not recognize. He appeared to be of a similar age, yet possessed an extraordinary aura; even the master and his companions bowed slightly in his presence.

"Is that so? If that is the case, why would Elder Yan appear here tonight?" Lu Zhen walked out at that moment, looking at him with a smirk.

The others cast envious glances at this lucky fellow. Because he had read the memorial beforehand, he was able to provide the exact response that Eunuch Wang wanted to hear. They felt a deep sense of resentment, wondering why they hadn't thought to read that victory report themselves.

Seeing his brows knit together, Lu Zhen's heart skipped a beat. He wanted to urge him for an answer but held back, though his intense gaze fixed on the man's eyes betrayed his inner anxiety.

The wall dissolved silently. At the same time—or perhaps even earlier—a barrage of ninjutsu struck; ice met fire and evaporated into nothingness. The stars remained in the sky, but on the ground, it seemed as if a comet had been launched from the earth, its trailing light seared into the mid-air.

The pedestrians on the street were a diverse lot—people of all appearances, locals and outsiders, officials and merchants, and even visitors from Mongolia. Zhu Da was not just observing; he was carefully listening to their conversations. Surprisingly, many had traveled from Huairen County and the surrounding areas specifically to eat, drink, and enjoy themselves here.

"What!?" Xing Tianyu was shocked. He had personally experienced the hardness of those walls. Hearing that the Primordial Monster could disintegrate even such things, how could he not be alarmed? It seemed this creature was truly formidable.

"Mount Zhong is the most mysterious organization in the world today. Like Mo Jue, the people of Mount Zhong are masters of illusion. Almost every one of them is highly talented, and they have always remained hidden from the world. However, they have appeared frequently in the last two years; there must be something about to happen." Jun Yanchen did not hide anything from Mo Jiuqing, explaining the situation in a calm voice.

"No, I refuse to carry your share of happiness as well; you must find your own," Mo Jiuqing looked at Lou Qianjin and shook her head with great sincerity.

It was fortunate that Bi Yao had not revealed these matters at the very beginning; otherwise, she surely would not have survived to this day. Her father played every move with absolute certainty, ensuring he would eliminate anyone who knew the truth about Su Nuannuan's origins.

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In truth, the clever Zheng Wushuang had sensed it long ago. He too was waiting for that earth-shattering moment. Who would be the one to take the step? At this most relaxed time, this most intoxicating moment?

The Emperor took the Empress’s hand and said, "My Empress is truly virtuous. With such a wife, what more could a husband ask for?" The Empress smiled gently at the Emperor, saying nothing.

The man held a black blade and wore a black cloak, clad in black from head to toe. With a cold, grim expression, he deflected the white light shot from Mu Sheng’s Scepter of Light. His momentum undiminished, he swung his black blade, sending an invisible, silent wave of sword energy toward Mu Sheng.

Their movements were indescribably elegant and noble. They were already beautiful to begin with, but watching them move made them appear even more stunning.

Under the astonished gazes of the many Dan Sect disciples in the canteen, Ye Feng and the preoccupied Yang La walked out. Ye Feng’s eyes immediately caught sight of the returning and furious Zuo Shou, along with Dongfang Dongdang, Liu Shengfeng, and the others beside him.

Song Xiaoyu wanted to cry in her distress, but she dared not show it on her face. It was only after she had seen Ning Weiyu off and returned to her room that she allowed her strength to collapse. She slumped onto the chaise longue, leaning against a large pillow as she wept silently.

Jianxiake's strike seemed to hit solid diamond; it could not penetrate at all.

Although Spain had chosen neutrality in all major military operations—from Germany’s blitzkrieg on Poland and the surprise attack on France to crossing the English Channel—this country was, in essence, a member of the Axis powers from the very beginning.

Xiao Long opened the large iron gate, which let out a piercing "creak" that sounded jarring in the twilight.

Though it was difficult to tell how "ferocious" he was at the moment, his appearance resembled a tiger, covered in quills like a hedgehog, with wings on his back and a voice like a dog—this was likely the appearance of the Qiongqi.

Lian Yuncheng held the letter and began to ponder. Leaving the Huashan Sect aside, the Feiyan Villa in Luoyang and the South Sea Sword Sect were the ones most closely connected to the Shaolin Temple.

"Hehe, the previous generation was indeed your old man, but..." Master Cheng Yaojin said mysteriously, leaving his sentence unfinished.

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Feng Yuansheng did not intend to hide from Xiao Yuren and Li Ziqiao that Nie Rujin was his cousin. As for her identity, he hoped to reveal it once they were more familiar.

"If you had this much money in the early years, your system probably wouldn't have taken twenty years," Gu Changqing remarked with a sigh.

Hearing that the ship would be docked there for two days, the others disembarked to explore Yuezhou City. Not long after the ship stopped, many had left. Only the Emei Sect disciples remained on board, constrained by their master's orders.

A judge looked up at the sun, realized the time had come, and simply announced the start of the match.

It was incredibly miraculous, but it had one major drawback: every thirty years, it required a rebirth into childhood, during which all martial power would be completely lost.

"There, there... don't cry, darling. I will take responsibility for you," Nangong Linyi said helplessly. What was done was done; it was too late for regrets now.

"This party today is truly special," Ouyang Yingqi said, feeling a sense of novelty as she looked at the decorations.

Fifteen minutes later, the boxes in front of Nangong Linyi, Murong Di, Peter, Ouyang Yingqi, Yu Ziqian, and Shen Shiyi were all full. It was impossible to tell who had more votes. As for the other contestants, there was no need to mention them; some did not even have a single vote.