Chapter 70: I Can Only Help You This Much

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Zheng Xudong ran breathlessly for fifteen minutes, finally deciding to stop and rest for a bit. But when he looked back, the sight was so terrifying that it scared him out of his wits and nearly made his soul leave his body.

Ye Fan opened his eyes, feeling the true essence within his body that was practically about to burst forth. He had a strong intuition that if that Qigu dared to come and trouble him, a single punch from him would be enough to blow Qigu to smithereens.

In the lands of Kunlun, immortal bells chimed, echoing melodiously across the sacred mountains and great rivers amidst swirling wind and snow. Innumerable phantoms of gods and demons manifested, ancient true dragons soared over the wilderness, spiritual flowers bloomed, and myriad wondrous phenomena appeared.

Beneath the floating crystal slabs stood a row of service counters, clearly the place where administrative affairs were handled.

Such a meal could also be considered a rare gathering. Having experienced a battle of life and death, the two teams had forged a deep and genuine bond with one another.

"What did my mom say about me! I haven't done anything disgraceful," Liu Yifei asked with a puzzled expression.

The first sentence was Qian Youwei asking once again, unable to believe his own ears. The second sentence was Qian Cheng's roar.

Upon hearing this voice, Li Gengyun and He Jin immediately found it extremely familiar. He Jin, in particular, had grown up listening to this voice, and the two of them instantly understood who was speaking.

This black spherical magnetic field must have been created by Zhao Ritian, whom he had previously assumed to be dead.

Sheng Qi's lips reluctantly curved into a haughty arc as he let out a light chuckle. His body had become emaciated and withered, his muscles atrophied until he was nothing more than skin and bones, and his hands and feet hung limply down as if he lacked even a shred of strength.

The winner takes all and the loser is at the victor's mercy; since he had failed, he had nothing left to say, maintaining an attitude of utter indifference.

Before the Luocheng barrier opened, the masters of the Great Wall came out in full force and showed absolutely no courtesy to foreign hostile forces.

"Mother, what is happening to you? Why did you suddenly faint like this? Could it be that the servants below have not been attentive enough?" The youth dressed in crimson robes rushed into the room like a gust of wind.

Especially upon seeing a certain handsome man sitting safely and soundly on the sofa, a strange sense of satisfaction welled up inside her heart.

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"So, does that mean I'm basically a sword god now?" He Chen's voice trembled slightly with excitement. He had already begun fantasizing about the scene of himself splitting mountains and cleaving rocks with a casual wave of his sword.

Realizing that it was impossible to enter the territory of Youlan Xingling today, he turned around and left, signaling his grand army to withdraw from its borders.

Across various cities, massive waves of mobilized soldiers, tanks, armored vehicles, fighter jets, and bombers began to emerge in an endless stream.

"Really? Then I'll take this one, and this one too! Give me a bottle of water as well." Shi Qinghuan picked out three items, primarily snacks to stave off her hunger.

One could hear the employees leaving the area one after another, not daring to utter a single word. Once outside, the news that Wei Yunchen had been beaten spread throughout the entire company.

After gathering her items, Shi Qinghuan did not immediately return to her living quarters; instead, she began eating right there in the dining area. In truth, there was no dedicated mess hall here, only individual rooms, and the deeper one went, the closer it was to where they resided.

She was curious as to why Yan Fanan would invite her master over. Could it be that her master knew Yan Fanan?

"Very well, then I won't keep you any longer. Sister, you must take care of your health amidst all your toil, and make sure not to exhaust yourself over trivial matters," Lin Yaxin said with a caring tone.

"Oh, come on! No way! Are you telling me to go back down there and steal again? They're definitely going to be on guard now, wouldn't that be walking right into a trap?" Li Jiuen was somewhat afraid to go.

The frost lizard let out a guttural roar in its throat, its crimson tongue shooting out from its massive maw like a red curtain, instantly devouring all the frozen golden goblins.

Simply put, it was an ultra-strong self-recovery ability, repairing internal and external physical injuries by consuming stamina and vital energy.

Beilan Laiye wore a look of utter bafflement, never expecting this trick to be used on her own person—the crucial part being that this blockhead kept using it with unabated enthusiasm. Her hands kept flailing, and her claws brushed against those tender willow-leaf teeth, making her feel much better.

The Beast King let out a long howl, and the fierce beasts scattered one after another, hiding among the piles of rubble and refusing to come out again. It turned its head, signaling Ye Hongfeng to follow.

Jiang Zongjun truly didn't know what to do with her: "Consider it a personal favor I'm asking of you—help me persuade Tingting to come home more often instead of running wild outside all the time. Help me keep an eye on the boyfriends she hangs out with; she dares to mingle with all sorts of scumbags and shady characters."

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"Since Mommy is willing, then let's go." With that, Xuanxuan took her mother's hand and walked toward the entrance, completely ignoring whether Chen Luowei's previous remark was just empty politeness.

Beilan Laiye stroked her arm as she got up from the ground, having stirred up a lot of trouble and ruffled some feathers along the way. Yet, she did not care about these matters in the least; with a flash of her figure, she arrived beside the princess, leaned in quietly, and whispered to her.

Normally, during the daytime in the village, households generally didn't lock their doors. Everyone living nearby was neighbors and kin; nobody would break in to steal things from your house. Could it be that Ruan Meizhao wasn't home?

"Lin Hu, what is going on? Who killed Ming'er?" Tuoba Mu stared fixedly at Tuoba Ming's corpse and asked, his voice low yet carrying an overwhelming killing intent.

"If you want to survive properly, you can't rely on anyone." The expression with which she uttered these words was uncannily like my mother's. Furthermore, back in those days, my mother had said the exact same words. In a daze, history seemed to be repeating itself. Although Tong'er's expression was calm and indifferent, I could empathize with her feelings as if they were my own.

Having witnessed Yang Yunhan taking the enemy general's head from amidst two opposing armies as easily as reaching into a pocket to take an object, the chieftains of the Wanyan tribe had long since held him in utter admiration. Upon hearing Wanyan Shilu's words, the chieftains hastily stood up together to offer a toast, and Yang Yunhan and Xiang Mingfu raised their cups in return.

Feng Wei had not failed to consider that infighting among the Iron Triangle might give the Falcon Gang an opportunity, but he simply didn't care.

"Speaking Han Chinese?" Chabo's brow furrowed involuntarily as he turned his head to scrutinize this suspicious old man once more.

The two stood side by side, and Zhao Pokong reached out to rest a hand on Yang Yunhan's shoulder. Feeling the warmth emanating from his shoulder, a surge of warmth welled up in Yang Yunhan's heart.

According to the intelligence that had leaked out, every disciple who entered the white mist within Wutou Cliff—even if they entered together—would arrive separately at individual locations and within distinct arrays. As long as they broke through that particular array, they would advance to the next one.

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