128 His Background

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Many people were physically exhausted from four months of rigorous training, falling into a deep sleep within minutes of their heads hitting the pillows.
"Keep it connected, hurry!" the commander barked. As the eighteen men stepped back, another eighteen reserves who had been waiting ready opened their eyes in unison and instantly channeled their spiritual power. Tiny specks of light appeared at the cave entrance; the brocade vanished completely, and an engraved formation began to take shape in mid-air.
"Are you insane?" Murong Qianqian grabbed Liu Yi by the arms, spun him around, and unleashed a torrent of angry shouting.
"I don't think that's anything good!" Li Dao frowned as he spoke. Whether it was his jinx or not, no sooner had he finished than the two giant golden hammers collided, a massive boom echoing throughout the entire space.
It was a black flower, about half a person tall, its petals blooming toward the sky. Layers of black demonic energy emanated from the petals, emitting a brilliant glow the moment they dissipated.
With that, Long Teng and Bai Lin followed the soldiers to their quarters. Of course, the soldiers' quarters were vastly different from those of the marshals and commanders—a difference as wide as heaven and earth.
Hearing his two subordinates report that Tianlang Man was dead, Hu Tian began to sense that the situation was far from simple. Yet, what puzzled Hu Tian was this: if even Tianlang Man was dead, how could two mere late-stage Golden Core experts not have been killed?
That faction was originally a motley crew of people, only integrated under the forceful suppression of Su Ruoxi. Now that Su Ruoxi and Chen Yi had both vanished, it had once again become a leaderless force.
"Did you see that man?" A clear, crisp male voice—I figured it must be the person in charge.
"Mu Xiaoyan, aren't you going to choose one?" Huangfu Xijue asked, taking the initiative to approach her when he noticed she was ignoring him.
Seeing the clarity in her eyes, Rong Hua couldn't help but feel panicked. Because he believed what she said—that she truly did not love him.
However, unexpectedly, just as Yue Ren prepared to swing his racket, the ball bounced straight up vertically.

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"If it doesn't taste good, then don't eat it!" Mu Xiaoyan looked at her with utter disdain and snatched the object she was holding away from his mouth.
They were at a critical juncture; if he were to interfere, Yan Lin would never make it through this crisis. Changsheng stared at her deeply before slowly withdrawing his gaze and looking at Yan Lin.
She didn't know if she was being seductive or not, but she was certainly trying her best. Besides, those two idiot crew members hadn't noticed anything amiss; whether they were too engrossed in their conversation, the sea breeze was too loud, or their hearing was just poor, she couldn't say.
At the very moment Chotaro whispered, a layer of airflow suddenly appeared around Shishido Ryo once again.
In that instant, a powerful and somewhat dazzling aura erupted around his body.
Yan Xi squatted on the curb like Li Bo and the others had done so long ago, resting her head on her hands and watching the birds in the distance, lost in thought.
"Pika pika~" Pikachu shook his head, signaling that he didn't know either. He had never encountered a Ghost-type, let alone battled one.
However, the climate had undergone an earth-shattering change. She hadn't felt much while in the car, but the moment she stepped out, a cold wind whipped past, causing Lin Yushu to shiver involuntarily. The wind felt as biting and freezing as the dead of winter.
Unfortunately, when they reached it, there was nothing left but a greyish jade carving. It wasn't the Ancestral Dragon, but upon closer inspection, the dragon in the carving did indeed have two long whiskers more than he did.
As for the long sword in Zhan Ruoyu's right hand, it appeared in the hand of another figure with a slightly more slender build, looking like an emperor holding the power of the world. An aura of regality surged, filling the universe and crushing everything in the world.
"Clan Leader Fang, can you be certain that the person they found is the one on the map?" the first Immortal asked without turning back.
The first to recover from the shock was, of course, Yi, who was unable to perceive nature. Although he knew the difference between a formation and a single spell, his opponent was, after all, someone who had fallen into demonhood; it was normal that the Lightning Formation could not eliminate the demonic clouds.

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What Li Ziming said was exactly what Li Lingfeng wanted to hear. Li Lingfeng felt that Lin Zeming was doing a competent job as a salesman, so he gave him a grateful look. However, Lin Zeming's next sentence nearly made Li Lingfeng's jaw drop.
However, Ouyang Jue was clearly well-prepared. His body flickered slightly, and he sidestepped, dodging the attack. The Pseudo-Demonic Dragon's body was indeed massive, but that very size also hindered its speed.
"Commander Duan, you cannot! It would be hard to survive even fifty heavy staves, let alone two hundred. Your subordinate implores you to retract your order," Wang Fuzhong hurriedly pleaded.
Now, this young man had arrived with an arrogant attitude, intending to seize by force what he had risked so much to obtain.
Even if it had once been severed, one could still possess combat power capable of rivaling a supreme cultivator. Supreme cultivators were the nuclear weapons of this world.
Su Qingyun’s words were something the old master naturally understood. It was a plea for the old master to consent to his son's marriage; otherwise, the young master's illness might never heal.
"Mother, my father's life is important, but is my brother-in-law's life not? Besides, even if my brother-in-law goes today, what if he doesn't return? Then my father won't be saved either," Ye Qiaoxi shouted from the side.
This could only mean that Ding Hao's divine sense was truly too powerful. At this moment, she finally truly acknowledged that the ultimate power of physical strength was indeed enough to rival the Sword Inheritance, and that Ding Hao was indeed enough to rival her.
Harish was taken aback, seemingly surprised that Mo Shuiyang could speak their tribal language, and responded with a flurry of gibberish.