Chapter 23

Liu Moyan’s eyes were deep, his gaze fixed upon Duan Jinrui’s face, yet it remained vacant and unfocused. The man furrowed his brows and asked a question, filled with doubt.

After days of dueling, the ultimate moves that could be unleashed had long since been spent. Now, beyond endurance, all that remained to contend with was sheer willpower.

"No way, it’s only been a short while, how could you already know she’s unreasonable?" Ye Feng asked, somewhat shocked.

The Yao father and son saw Li Ye from afar and called out happily, "Commander Li, the new saber has been successfully forged. Come and see what you think."

"Alright, it was all my fault, it has nothing to do with you. Stop crying now, look, your face is all smudged, you look a fright," Li Ye said while wiping Ye Ling’s tears.

It was nearly dusk, and the night was slowly draping over the magnificent palace like a curtain. The imperial palace was unusually quiet today, yet it lacked its former tranquility; one felt that some danger lurked in a dark corner, waiting to stir up trouble the moment people let their guard down, leaving everyone at a loss.

It was enough, truly enough. Once, there had been unwillingness; once, there had been resentment; once, there had been a desire for exclusive possession. But when she learned that the man she loved was willing to give his life for the one he loved, when she witnessed his resolve and his certainty, all her bitterness and resentment faded away.

However, because of Li Ye’s appearance, the Khitan lost the resources they needed to rise. A massive number of Han people were sent by Li Ye to the Liaodong Peninsula. Without the support of population and advanced technology, the Khitan were like a lion pinned to the ground, left only to be toyed with at Li Ye’s mercy.

"Hehe! This is real. When the time comes, the club will be self-sufficient, and the sponsorships will improve our lives and equipment. Everything is moving in a good direction," Shanghai Ma Chao shrugged and said.

Just like that, Sun Haoran and I walked along. He was communicating with the rebel soldiers, but they didn’t seem to rely on speech. I couldn't understand why, despite both being human, he could move so freely among them.

"What are you doing?" Shangguan Ruixin was sweating profusely with anxiety. He felt he couldn't hold on any longer; if Wang Ling didn't help pull the funds up, he would likely fall from here at any moment and be smashed to pieces.

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"Moreover, you dare not descend upon Earth in your true form. By the way, Your Majesty Gaia, do you know about the aliens that have appeared on Earth recently?" Maya suddenly asked.

In the end, the Emperor listened to the advice of the Imperial Preceptor, believing that by consuming the heart of the Bai Ze, he could attain immortality.

Li Xin reached out and nudged Old Master Fan. The old man turned back and glared at him, and Li Xin immediately stayed quietly to the side.

"Bullshit! If you haven't done anything wrong, you have nothing to fear. If this has nothing to do with you, why did you call so many people here?" Li Xianhe stared at Li Xin.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz." The phone in my pocket vibrated. I picked it up; it was Zhao Yanan calling. I pressed the answer button.

"I never expected that after ten thousand years, I would see the Heavenly Listening Clan again..." The old ape’s voice suddenly echoed in Wen Renchu’s mind. He rarely spoke, so it seemed there was quite a deep connection between them.

However, ultimately adhering to the spirit of "no death, no sin" and "if you court death, you might not die, but if you don't court it, you'll never know," Joss gritted his teeth and took a bite.

In the blink of an eye, the feathered arrow had firmly struck the red center of the target, the shaft still vibrating slightly.

Mother Yang continued to speak languidly from the side; she had no other choice. It had to be this way. Even if Tang Qingling didn't agree, Mother Yang would not give up.

However, upon arriving here, Emperor Jing appeared somewhat nervous, his face abnormally pale. These people were all powerful, and with his strength, it was hard to resist them. Even the aura they radiated inadvertently made him feel almost suffocated.

Among known Class B powerhouses, the maximum speed for sustained running is about 20 meters per second, and that is for over a minute, not a short-distance sprint.

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This sword strike, filled with a hazy intent, moved with terrifying speed and sliced directly across the opponent's body.

Every time he was about to land on the ground, Chu Tian would appear before him and land a heavy punch.

With the perspective of a Divine Venerable, he naturally understood that when Yi Fan swallowed the entire North Island Secret Realm back then, it had simply exceeded their comprehension.

Those eight simple words rang out like a thunderclap in every corner of the First Prison, so loud that the loudspeakers crackled and popped.

These people knew that after killing so many, the people of Golden Horn Island would not let them go. At this point, they simply calmed down and did not answer Zhou Xiru’s questions.

Anyway, she didn't have many close friends in the United States; as long as Lin Huan could bring her parents over, this place would be her home.

Huo Jingben naturally did not look at Li Chu’s strange expressions; he leisurely picked up a magazine from the side and flipped through it at random.

He said it easily, about just following the sun, but how many people have starved to death on the grasslands because they couldn't find their direction or a village?

"Who’s there?" Tang Yao shouted loudly on purpose, partly to intimidate the other party, and partly to bolster his own courage.