The Son of Xiao Mu, Number 100

A massive, pitch-black tree trunk crashed down with a thunderous roar.

The pitch-dark elephant had clearly spotted its prey, preparing to hunt and grab a bite. However, it was cunningly lured away by the Leopard Demon King.

“Rumble, rumble!”

The pitch-dark earth continued to tremble relentlessly.

It was as if thousands of cavalry were galloping forward.

The land itself seemed to sway and quiver.

“This isn’t good.” Bai Zongnan’s face darkened ominously; he knew a ferocious beast was surely in pursuit.

Otherwise, judging by Yin Sha’s temperament, even if the Xuanwu legacy lay before her, she might not have moved an inch.

The main building of the Shannichi squad was indeed the residence of a Warring States-era feudal lord from Harima Province, but that lord had never constructed any tunnels. These tunnels were added later by a construction crew expanding the official residence. They took advantage of foundation work to build the tunnels and even drew blueprints for the entire structure.

Suddenly, a muffled sound echoed through the air as a colossal vortex of air crashed violently down toward the ground.

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The pursuers must have realized I discovered them, so they abandoned all subtleties and trailed us less than ten meters behind. The reflective film on their vehicle prevented me from seeing who was inside.

Though she kept her voice low, I could detect a tremor in her vocal cords, as if she had just been crying.

If it weren’t for the fact that there were others inside, Zhu Yuan might have simply burned everything to simplify matters, no need to smash the equipment with an iron rod.

“What’s impossible? How can you say it’s impossible if you don’t speak up?” My mother interjected from the side.

“No trouble at all, no trouble at all, this is the industry of our Sanshi Gang,” Lu Haotao quickly replied, emphasizing the word “our.”

Ye Ming waved his hand ambiguously, unwilling to acknowledge Tang Yu beside him, focusing his attention instead on Luo Yueyu.

Wan Yi thought: Bai Yu and the Black Wolf actually broke through to this side—could it be that they’ve heard some news?

The Roc bird took great pride in this, and such confidence gradually morphed into arrogance and hubris.

First, collecting cold weapons was not for show nor out of mere fascination; it reflected a genuine inner passion and pursuit. Otherwise, it would be pointless to collect them. Li Cheng, however, had a deep love for cold weapons.

A golden ape several dozen zhang tall now hovered behind Xiao Yi, muscles bulging, exuding terrifying explosive power.

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Jiang Yizhou finally exhaled in relief, watching Ling Duyu secure the items inside a storage ring before opening a spatial gate and departing.

What intrigued him, however, was what kind of family could produce such outstanding disciples. Even stranger was that these individuals did not cultivate within their family but were instead scattered across various sects.

Moreover, during the playful moments with Chen Yuefei, her graceful figure had unknowingly left an imprint in his heart.

His pace slowed again, and when he was about twenty zhang plus one chi away, the glaring sun began to tilt.

As the judging team advanced, the Dionean spectators sang loudly hymns to the gods, for more and more temple priests were being recognized by the crowd outside.

Bai Li Dengfeng’s words were casual, as though remarking on something utterly ordinary. Yet, apart from Hong Yanzhi, everyone else wore stunned expressions, their eyes betraying shock and disbelief.

Having given his orders, Daifus himself felt a great weight lift from his shoulders, his body growing considerably lighter. He turned and sat down, grabbed a piece of bread, and bit into it—now he felt a bit hungry.

A giant sword materialized, its power such that even Long Mingxin might not withstand it if it were in its previous form. But things were different now—it was in its blazing flame state. Long Mingxin unleashed a dragon with one hand, soaring into the sky. The Four Sacred Beasts’ giant sword clashed with it! Two forces stood opposed, seemingly intent on devouring one another.