Ascending the Demon Realm

Bu Jingyun silently watched the retreating figure of this peerless demon, her severed arm still lying on the ground where she'd sacrificed it to save him. His lips finally parted.

If the Cleveland Cavaliers could maintain their first-half offensive performance, they would undoubtedly retain their dominance.

After repeating this process over a dozen times, Lin Feng felt his stamina draining rapidly and ceased controlling Black Mountain, letting it collapse onto the earth.

The howling north wind swept through, yet the pine and cypress stood unmoved. Blizzards battered their evergreen boughs that remained jade-green through winter's desolation, when all other foliage withered.

Yu'er could never have imagined that Duan Lang, the object of her longing, spent this lonely night engaged in matters far removed from sentimental contemplation.

At dawn, cymbals and suona horns pierced the heavens. Songyin barely rested before reports arrived: the Rong family had sent matchmakers with formal betrothal gifts.

Lu Yun complained bitterly, demanding corrections from the busy servant who simply swaggered away.

Lan Di found Xie Yu profoundly strange, yet detected no anomalous energy fluctuations or familiar spiritual signatures from their previous encounter - no apparent malice.

Their proven strength justified the public's favor.

White light flashed, transporting me to the PK arena where an assassin materialized opposite me. No enchanted powder this time - survival would depend on auditory acuity.

The trembling steward reported: "Young Master's assailant was his own friend. We await your judgment, Master." He hastily named both perpetrator and Zheng Hailong, fearing Lord Ding's wrath.

Wu Heng's consciousness remained frozen above Tu Luo Island, still oblivious to Qin Yang's earlier deception.

"He's back," rumbled a deep voice as the man grinned at Fang Wuji.

"Divine beings?" The statue laughed bitterly. "What deity survives as mere residual consciousness?"

"Allies needn't stand on ceremony," I said. Xu Qing rolled her eyes but smiled.

Certain death loomed. His mind raced for escape plans - any action surpassed waiting for doom.

In this strength-worshipping world, effective threats required absolute power - precisely what the Cloudstart Sect's leader possessed.

Feng Chenyu's declaration sparked heated debates among the hundred Starry Sky cultivators. Though coveting the treasure, they weighed ambitions against capabilities.

Jiang Hai's flattery pleased the squad leader, who sheathed his bone spear with a warning clang.

While Dog Beggar's legendary infiltration skills were undisputed, his role in these shadow games and connection to the puppeteer remained unclear.

A deafening roar erupted as ten-meter waves surged across Red River, crashing onto Moon Sect and Ten Thousand Swords disciples.

Attorney Wang's heart sank. "Never mind," he waved dismissively, quickening his pace.

Qing Lingzi opened meditative eyes, startled to see the non-Golden Core Ten Thousand Swords disciple sharing a flying artifact.

Xia Qi struggled to open eyes blurred from prolonged closure. Moonlight offered scant illumination through her hazy vision.

Jun Yuexi adored these exchanges. Each "I love you" from Ling swelled her chest with warmth, comforting and profound.

This strategy brilliantly displayed dual benevolence: public disaster relief for commoners, discreet scandal avoidance for scholars.

Reporters stood dumbfounded. Ye Xuan's explosive revelations transformed a routine post-game conference into a treasure trove of headlines.

"Will the conglomerate withstand Bai Zhuyun's preparations against the Jun family?" Jun Jingchen pressed.

Vermilion walls and glazed tiles lined the imposing alleyway, evoking Beijing's imperial grandeur.

"So you have a sister?" Shen Nianyi eyed the sniveling Sun Shiying with distaste, recalling her earlier jailhouse defiance.

But hypotheticals held no power. Xu Fan's gaze now pierced beyond the crowd, fixated on the beasts' abnormal behavior.

"Approaching first elite group at corner! Don't trigger prematurely - prepare for one-shot clear!" the raid leader barked.

Okra's peculiar texture deterred Lian from culinary experiments with the star-shaped vegetable.

Witnessing animals risk all for water, Zhao Zilong grasped desperate gambits - and gleaned applicable insights.

Li Fan fumed helplessly. With Princess Yujie severed from the Li clan, his arguments held no weight.

"One hug, or I'll ignore Mister Yang's call," Zhao Zilong threatened Jin Yingying, eyes glinting.

The stubborn horse prolonged its misery, meandering outside the arena repeatedly despite handlers' urgings, fraying spectators' patience.

Nightfall found me reloading the vehicle for return to the villa.

Wu Qiongzi's group saw crimson light erupt. Howling winds darkened skies as violet lightning cleaved earth, separating them from three demon lords.