Chapter 27

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The competition time slowly slipped away. By the time the sun reached its zenith, bathing the entire arena in its scorching radiance, a full hour had passed since the start.

"Lan Hanyan—!" Seeing this, Wan Ningzhu cried out. Just as she was about to rush forward, Lan Hanyan’s master and four junior brothers had already lunged, pinning the maddened Lan Hanyan to the ground.

Initially, the reports An Xin brought back to his side were harsh and unpleasant, some so vile that even he found them difficult to bear. Yet, to his astonishment, Ding Yezi had been living quite well, as if that incident had never occurred, and as if she had never cared for the attitudes of others or their biting words.

If a ruler loses their territory, they will be rejected by their people. Huang Qin was no fool; now, there was nothing to do but sacrifice lives to wear the enemy down. Once the citizens understood the situation, they would naturally have nothing left to say.

What Long Tian failed to notice was that this step of refining medicinal materials had taken two-thirds less time than before.

"It doesn't matter. Then I will never become human and will stay by your side forever," Green Radish replied sincerely.

The Great War Pill had not yet escaped far when Long Tian raised his hand and clenched his fist. An invisible force, imbued with spatial energy, bound it tightly in mid-air before drawing it into his palm.

"You think the State of Yue will launch a full-scale offensive?" Chen Mingcai was somewhat skeptical. Even with six regiments, could they really seize the Laoshan positions?

Endorsements require one's portrait to be printed on products. If a consumer buys this and sees you, buys that and sees you again, they will likely grow weary over time. Moreover, being spread too thin diminishes quality, lowering the audience's impression. Reputation is easy to lose but incredibly difficult to regain.

Feng Yao’s body was currently incapable of squatting, but she disregarded everything, half-kneeling on the ground. Seeing Feng Yao like this, Yu Liu felt a piercing ache in his heart and quickly knelt down to cradle Luo Bing in his arms, moving closer to her.

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When they first met Cheng Ziyan, they felt he possessed a calm and steady demeanor, truly like a boss. That was why Qu Yue and the others held him in such high regard. But after knowing him for a long time, they discovered his persona had collapsed—he was entirely a fool wearing the skin of a leader.

Du Yating was left speechless by Murong Cheng’s antics. She found it increasingly difficult to understand this man; what kind of jealousy was he feeling, and what kind of temper was he throwing?

"Hahaha, old Emperor, at the moment of your death, you’ve finally cleared yourself of all involvement," Qi Guang laughed as he listened to the Emperor of Chu.

Ye Han set down the shot put and scanned with his divine sense, discovering Mo Wudao fast asleep in his room. A mischievous smile appeared on his lips as he used his consciousness to manipulate the Yin-Yang Qi chains, which transformed into two long serpents and suddenly slithered into Mo Wudao’s room.

Looking at Chen Qiyu’s gaunt, skeletal face and protruding cheekbones, everyone felt a sense of profound sorrow. To protect the city of Luoyang, a brilliant minister of his generation had been worked to death.

Chao Ling and Di Yang thought to themselves, casting several glances at each other throughout the journey toward their master. Since their master remained silent, they did not dare to say anything.

What they hadn't expected was that these Northern Dynasty troops seemed to have no intention of engaging them in a direct clash. Instead, they simply blocked their path, taking turns to fight them. It was difficult to wound them, and even harder to escape their encirclement.

Heaven rewards the diligent; the space finally broke through to the surface. By this time, the earthquake was nearing its end, with only faint aftershocks remaining.

"Let her come." The cold, clear voice from behind was like a spring of fresh water, extinguishing her anxious fire.

"I know, I just want to know who she met that night," she said flatly. No matter what, there was still no way to rule out the suspicion surrounding New Star Press; Zhao Xueru’s transformation was certainly not without cause.

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According to Qin Ruyan’s assessment, the demon monkeys had lost three second-tier monkeys, and the Monkey King was injured, meaning their strength was reduced by at least half. Their own group had only lost two of their weakest members. Since they had nearly obtained the spirit wine before, the chances of success would be much higher if they went again.

Wen Qian saw this and felt that although Qu Yunrui was clever and shrewd, he was still a young man. Having received his favor, he was already overjoyed and easily manipulated.

The young man was furious. This was a classic case of someone refusing to accept a kindness; he had offered an exit, yet the man insisted on saving face at the cost of suffering. The young man also cared about his reputation; with so many people watching, if he let Jiang Yuan go without him backing down, he would be the one to lose face.

She found it amusing. Liu Wu, however, was thinking that the manifestation of a sage's aura upon him was indeed a strange occurrence. It was only natural that Dean Ren and the others could not fathom it, and the fact that they hadn't come out to question him after learning about it showed they possessed truly profound self-restraint.

Su Jiao seized the opportunity, rushed in front of Liu Dian, and swung her long sword down, instantly severing one of Liu Dian’s arms.

Truly, he had been deceived by Xu Yitian, played like a puppet, and had even surrendered his own body. If not for a sudden turn of events, all that would be left of him now was this empty shell, his soul long since dissipated.

Bai Shanshan kept her head down, eating in silence, when suddenly a beautiful piece of cured meat, half-fat and half-lean, appeared in her bowl.

Wu Lian’er only bought herbal tea out of a craving; it wasn't a necessity. But she was not the type to accept defeat willingly when bullied.