Li Chongyang, who had been mocking him so loudly a moment before, choked on his words and could only mutter sourly, "Even a blind cat sometimes catches a dead mouse. I would like to see whether your luck holds out for what comes next!"

Wei Zhao paid him no attention whatsoever; his mind was already clear on the matter.

"Just as I thought."

The reason he had missed the first target that appeared was not that his movements had been too slow, nor that he had failed to lock onto its position accurately. It was because his reaction had been too fast.

The judgment mechanism had not yet officially begun...

"What other relationship could there be? The two of us look exactly alike—anyone with eyes can tell at a glance that we are twins. Do you even need to ask?" Su Qiaoqiao pursed her lips when she heard this.

The hillside where Zhang Han was located was thick with trees, and the road up the mountain was narrow—barely wide enough for three men to pass abreast. Mounted on tall warhorses, the barbarians would find it hard to charge up the peak in one breath.

"Exactly, exactly! I have discovered that not only is the training here first-rate, but the cooking is done with real artistry." Qiao Changfeng was so delighted that he even began praising Li Fu. Yesterday's worries and doubts and all manner of suspicions seemed to have been tossed clean out of his head.

This had been agreed upon earlier: he could join the Mengrao clan, but there was no rush to change his surname. Everything would wait until he had met the other Mengrao elders.

The mountain gate now stood in mist and rain, too indistinct to see clearly, the trees all dissolved into vapor. Fog drifted in from every direction, wrapping everyone in a scene like a dream or a vision.

Liu Banxian blinked, thought for a moment, and said, "Chief, the demon race are simply cultivators who were once ordinary animals. Their cultivation ranks are the same as those of humans.

But Hai Baobao's smugness did not last long before she discovered that her stamina could not hold out. After all, apart from walking to and from school, Hai Baobao hardly exercised at all. She was all right at sprinting, but this long-distance run was truly the end of her.

He bowed to the clan elder, then led the soldiers from the original stronghold toward the main gate of the Lei Family Trading Company.

The major sects, including several holy lands, began sending people to patrol in all directions. The death of the Elder of the Nine Saints Nest might be a signal—a beginning.

Despite the danger, Zhang Han had also noticed that the clay figurines and bronze figurines around him were nowhere near as precious as the silver one. Never mind silver soul stones—after death, these clay figurines could not even yield a single intact clump of earth; every one of them had crumbled into sand whirling wildly through the air.

Han Dong nodded silently. How could he not know that only through ceaseless tempering and ceaseless conquest lay the road to becoming stronger? With a heart free of fear, one reaches the summit of humanity.

Yan Hui's heart stirred; he had caught the faintest trace of aloofness in Yan Chenzhi's tone, so slight it was almost imperceptible.

Qiao Xia assumed that Tang Yu was worried about outsiders disturbing them, and on that point she could understand him. After all, people in love never liked being interrupted by others.

The foul mood she had been in moments ago was swept away at once. She had figured it out—she must not wear herself out with grief over Mu Lanlan. The other party simply was not worth it.

The people kneeling in the great hall left one after another. No sooner had they stepped out of the hall than they ran to the front courtyard and knelt in neat rows across half of it.

Wang Chen was no ordinary man. He held the lofty post of Zhenfu Commissioner of the Huaxia Zhenfu Bureau and was the head of the entire bureau, commanding the whole territory of Huaxia. If Zhang Yang really had captured Wang Chen, it would be a feat of immense merit—enough to have him promoted several ranks without question.

Tuoba Yong was completely off guard. Even in death, he likely never imagined that he would die at the hands of his most favored son.

Several top-tier rockets shot into the sky in an unbroken, endless stream, and the counter on the pillar kept jumping higher and higher. In no time at all, more than thirty top-tier rockets had been sent up. Seeing that this big spender was about to launch into another nonstop gifting spree, the barrage of comments immediately grew lively again.

"Your Highness, Miss Lanxiang may simply have been passing by and did not mean to eavesdrop. After all, she is your secondary consort—she would not be so foolish as to go and inform on you." Watching Qiu Lanxiang faint just like that, Ming'an could not help feeling a touch of pity.