Chapter 102: Thunder Roaring Fiercely

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Sure enough, the steamed cake bore auspicious phrases like “A Hundred Years of Harmony” and “Heavenly Match,” written in a deep red color. It was the first time I saw wedding cakes made in the capital, and they were indeed different from those in our region—exquisitely crafted.
Rising to his feet, Junmali removed his upper garment, and the curse mark on his chest began to stir restlessly.
By the banks of the Myriad Demon River, thousands of demon cultivators instinctively took a few steps back; some even concealed themselves in the woods, fearful of being caught in the crossfire. Though Tang Yaotian was invisible to the eye, the tense and terrifying atmosphere was palpable.
The Rakshasa King was furious. Bound by Catherine’s attack, she was utterly restrained, unable to mount any effective counterattack.
Those two volumes must have been written when I was at Baiyuan Residence. But in my memory, from the moment I encountered trouble until the day I died, I never wrote anything.
A gust of sand suddenly swirled up, and a snake-like shadow as thick as a bucket struck the sandy ground before springing up, attacking the master like a bolt of lightning.
It was rare for Wuyue to find time, so he quietly slipped aside and sat cross-legged in meditation.
Nearly all the senior members of the Gale Mercenary Corps cultivated wood-element-based techniques. However, whether it was wind, thunder, or others, all traced back to the Five Elements arts.
“Just a friend I happened to meet, so we’re fishing together.” Zhenshui Wuxiang felt that what he said was the absolute truth. Indeed, it was true. But he didn’t realize that sometimes, truth only becomes genuine when the other party believes it.
The Sword Pool had long been eyed by surrounding forces, some for years. Yet the Heavenly Sword Sect’s history was ancient and formidable. It was said a few venerable elders guarded the sect, deterring those with ill intentions and preventing any from coveting it.
“Niu Niu, have you noticed that there are fewer people at our shop these past couple of days?” Madam Yuan said thoughtfully to Chunqiu.
The two were overjoyed upon seeing her and immediately concealed their supernatural abilities, retreating discreetly to the rear.
They walked one after the other at a brisk pace. Before reaching the stairs, the lively, noisy sounds from inside the house were already audible.

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Even after Gu Yuluo’s head was severed, she continued to struggle wildly, an unfathomable sight. Yan Nantian had to grasp her firmly and, with his last strength, dragged her far away.
Xiahou Ying immediately regained composure and helped Fu Nianjun up. The footsteps behind them grew louder, but they did not look back.
Consequently, their pace slowed down, and it was only on the second day that they finally reached that stretch of sea.
Yet, in the next moment, the innocent smile on her face froze, shattered, and transformed into sheer terror.
The words were vague, but the vaguer they were, the more terrified Rex felt. Su Hang’s methods had instilled a deep-seated fear in this young man’s heart.
“Mother, isn’t it still early?” Chunqiu said helplessly, holding the ledger her mother had handed her for practice.
Upon hearing this, Feng Zhen’s expression changed; he realized Lan Ke was deliberately responding to his previous ambiguous remark.
Seeing Qian Ruoruo utterly weak, Jing Moxuan finally relented and carried her to the bathroom to change clothes.
“Unexpectedly, all four of the strongest sects on the Xuanwu Continent have sent people here. Surely something extremely important lies within!” Bei Mang said.
In just a few dozen breaths, these black-clad men were wiped out completely without a chance to retaliate.
Wow, it’s been a long time since I saw this scene. Given Ding Jiao’s breathtaking beauty, it’s unreasonable for her not to have a boyfriend. But why just one?
As he spoke, Li Nan bent an iron spoon on the dining table with one hand. Old Zhou was amazed and reached out to grab the bent spoon, trying hard to straighten it, but not a bit of the bend would yield.
Ten years apart—Strong Uncle, who once fought with less than a thousand combat power, now reached 1500. But Liuhuo would not back down. He knew that his elder brother’s life and the lives of the entire city’s military and civilians were in his hands. Even if he died, he would drag the enemy down with him.

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They all knew why, but it was his own matter; they could not intervene. Advising him seemed pointless, and besides, everyone except his closest friend feared his usual imposing presence.
His calmness, composure, and ability to grasp people’s hearts made Nan Ming sigh, “Such a talented general is truly a blessing for the Celestial Empire.” Yet none expected him to now be so reckless, disregarding the bigger picture.
Han Shuier was slightly stunned when Jing Moxuan’s handsome face suddenly magnified several times before her. Her delicate cherry lips parted and closed in confusion but said nothing.
The sunlight gradually softened. Qian Ruoruo wore light clothing and sunglasses as she stepped out. Zuo Ting silently followed behind her; Qian Ruoruo had long noticed him but made no effort to shake him off, simply going naturally to the Shuixiang Café.
“So what if I smash it?” Old Master Situ grabbed a cup and slammed it against the window fiercely. The cup fell, shattering the glass into pieces with a loud crash.
“Alright, if you play another game of chess with me, I’ll give you another key.” Mo Li’s chess skills made the old man long for it. Now, shamelessly, he begged Mo Li for another round.
Shen Zongyuan said nothing but glanced toward the tall middle-aged man and nodded slightly. The man turned to face Li Muye, and they scrutinized each other.
She looked over with clear, bright eyes, hesitating as if wanting to speak but holding back—no trace of seduction, only a sense of farewell mixed with a hint of disappointment and sorrow.
“I’ll put the medicine here first. Make sure to take it on time and apply it regularly.” Mo Li did not wish to continue that topic. What was happening was beyond his control; Ayun’s emotions were crucial for treating her face, and Mo Li could not ignore that.
“Qian Cun?” The demon lord’s voice was slender and long. Goosebumps rose all over me when he called my name. Thinking back to how I clung to Fu Shixi’s leg in the Kunlun Cave on the Immortal Mountain, begging him to believe me, I felt guilty, fearing the demon lord might see through my true intentions.
“Senior Brother, my injury is nothing. How is Elder Qingyun?” From Boyu’s gaze, Mo Li could read his thoughts. He was even more reluctant to continue the previous topic. Changing the subject was the wisest choice now.