Of all the seven emotions and six desires, only appetite remains.

"Crack!" A shattering sound echoed as the bluestone-paved high platform actually began to fracture slowly, split apart by a tremendous force.

Nor could this first army be overly formidable, for an excessively powerful army always invites universal wariness.

Or rather, Sunshine believed that the two of them shared a deep bond, but long before that, Xia Zhuqing had already ceased to think so.

The Spaniards certainly would not pause to explain this to Li Nan, so Li Nan immediately made his response.

Hearing that Zhang Chao's command remained unchanged, the other legion commanders who had not won permission to join the battle suppressed a sigh inwardly, while simultaneously beginning to hope that Cao Ca0 would blindly launch an attack. Should that happen, they would finally have a chance to put their skills to use.

Although Jing Chiyu possessed decent cultivation talent, he disliked cultivation and instead remained utterly infatuated with commerce.

Everyone waited, because some jerk was late. The Third Generation did not urge them, merely waiting quietly. Nor did these Jonin voice any random complaints; after all, they were elites, possessed of basic professional courtesy—though the primary reason was that the jerk in question was rather difficult to deal with.

Shirley watched his retreating figure vanish into the darkness, her lips murmuring a set of meaningless numbers.

His movements were somewhat tense, carrying a hint of intensity. In an instant, her breath was entirely filled with his scent.

Looking at his wife's enchanting smile and his son's handsome, clever demeanor, Gu Zhaoguang felt a surge of irritation and restlessness. Troubled by lingering concerns over Ye Zhongtian's affairs, he had unconsciously drunk too much. Using the excuse of needing to relieve himself and get some fresh air, Gu Zhaoguang sought out a pond, hoping to sober up a little.

Fortunately, this order seemed to have been issued only recently, and the city's primary searches were still concentrated around the city gates, which finally gave Ye Shuo an opportunity to find a temporary foothold.

Ye Feng, Fatty, and Ma Tiao were all sitting on the roof of the entertainment complex, exhausted from a full day of play.

"How we got here is none of your concern. What I'd rather figure out is what on earth you hope to accomplish by locking so many people up in this cellar," Feng Xuan said coldly.

"I... worry that you will be left with nothing," Sima Chang stammered. His Gu Jiaqi had carried a heavy burden of infamy since birth; how could he bear to let her lose her only remaining support.

Just as the Mu family was setting traps for Shen Haoxuan, the latter had already arrived outside Heavenly Demon City. After a grueling three-month journey, Shen Haoxuan finally caught sight of the silhouette of Heavenly Demon City.

"Black Chestnut Dharma King, has this guard always been by the King's side?" Ziyun looked at the six guards. They lacked the gloomy aura characteristic of the dark race, yet their gazes revealed an abnormal quality—most likely they had been placed under some form of sorcery control.

"Never mind who it is, get ready quickly, I'm leaving at once," Lingyun said impatiently, unable to contain his eagerness.

Chu Tianyao's gaze flickered slightly. He cast a glance at Ye Shuo, then lazily leaned his back against the wall and said indifferently, "Since that is the case, have your master come over to negotiate. I have no desire to speak with a puppet." When he uttered the word "puppet," he deliberately emphasized it, his expression dripping with undisguised contempt.

"Silly, didn't we agree to go to the hospital for a checkup? We can sleep when we come back, alright?" Mu Zi'ang coaxed gently.

His tone held neither sorrow nor joy, entirely calm, yet it pierced sharply into the hearts and minds of these Northeast gang bosses.

Besides, Feng City was the territory of Song Jiaguo and Ning Weiguo. As their junior, Song Decheng naturally would not cross them. Long ago, he had transformed his subordinates into legitimate business elites; those who had followed him early on now managed businesses across various regions, practically reaching boss-level status themselves.

To find her, he had spread rumors throughout the Holy Palace claiming he would capture the Scarlet Flame and slay the demon—would she misunderstand him yet again?

The first five heavenly tribulations had been forcefully blocked, making the scene as grand and terrifying as doomsday, but this sixth heavenly tribulation was channeled and guided along its course. What followed the blooming was fruition; as peach blossoms drifted down with ethereal beauty, dozens of peaches imbued with powerful tribulation lightning slowly formed on the peach tree.

"You..." I stared at Qingqing, so angry I couldn't utter a single word. A secular disciple?! Just how transcendent of the world are you supposed to be? Damn it, or are you both otherworldly masters, legendary disciples of Buddhism?

When she rushed over, she saw Bailiu Lixi and Xinli locked in battle. Seeing Qingxi Fanchen crying uncontrollably, she walked over and took her hand.

Seeing that the Jade Ancient Rakshasa was nearly within their grasp, and that Qingyue's heartbeat was about to be recovered, how could they possibly give up?

Right now, with such a bizarre and thunderous event unfolding, he truly had no idea how to handle it.

An Lin glanced at Han Hao, a trace of disdain flashing across the corners of his mouth, though he did not stop Han Hao.

The Song family possessed a unique culinary skill: using a single piece of firewood to stew a pot of pig's head meat until the bones separated and the meat fell apart, hence earning the nickname "Single Firewood."

This time, Qin Lie had once again betrayed the Khitans, causing a massive army of two hundred thousand to be burned to pieces.

Just as he entered the Palace earlier, he had heard that Luo Fanyan had been hijacked by a crane, smashing through several streets. Even now, numerous victimized citizens were still waiting at the Prince's residence to collect compensation.

Hunter Li had always obeyed Mrs. Liu, only occasionally hesitating when facing major decisions, but whenever the matter involved the Bald Wang trio, he would inevitably harbor a bias toward them.

The hot-tempered brother stumbled heavily, yet he didn't even dare to let out a fart, merely swallowing hard.

After sitting like this for about an hour, Du Jiuyi had thoroughly learned everything about Old Mrs. Li's family as well as the latest gossip in the village.

Sitting down, she hadn't felt much, but once Song Yinran walked a distance wearing ten-centimeter high heels while leaning on Meng Xiuqin's arm, she felt the wound on the center of her foot split open.

Zhao Mujia squatted down, picked up something from the ground, and tossed it into the lake, sending ripples spreading outward.

Wucha had originally believed that unlike Wutong, he wasn't so childish or hot-tempered, and that no matter what grievances he suffered, he could grit his teeth and endure them.

Long Huoli gasped in astonishment, staring intently at the precious medicinal herbs on the wooden table, his eyes turning red.

As soon as the words fell, the Sect Master of the Zhenyuan Sect casually tossed a sword seal toward the Master of the Azure Dragon Hall. The sword seal slashed straight down without stopping, severing the Azure Dragon Hall Master's head. Among the four great hall masters of the Yuanshi Palace, the Azure Dragon Hall Master had perished.

Hiring thugs to beat her up? If she didn't return the beating to Shi Yao, she would spell the name of the Brilliance backward.

True Qi intertwined, the two forces colliding and instantly sending everyone flying dozens of meters before they could steady themselves. Everyone's blood churned; the power of that sword's True Qi was truly terrifying.