21 Dispute

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The region of Jizhou was not particularly prosperous in the beginning. People struggled with a lack of food and clothing, living hand-to-mouth in deep poverty.
The water was already boiling. Zhang Donghai wielded his blade like a whirlwind, sending long, thin ribbons of shaved noodles flying over two meters through the air, landing precisely into a pot with a twenty-centimeter diameter.
Chen Jingyang realized that he felt genuinely happy whenever he saw Wang Haiyan. Even though she would beat him and always rob him, he never felt any hatred toward her.
Zhang Donghai was actually quite frugal. Even after he came into money, he never truly squandered it.
With a flick of his sleeves and his blade in hand, Tang Feng dared not grow careless. After waiting for a long moment, he stepped over the splintered wood and onto the cabin deck.
"I have nothing to say, but could you please shut up? We aren't close, so if you want to go to the Martial Arts Academy, go by yourself!" Lin Yumeng finally snapped, pointing at Gu Xifeng as she shouted.
The gap between levels of ninja was immense. A Chunin was equivalent to the Dark Energy realm, ranging from those who had just entered the stage to those at the peak of it. As for Genin, they were more common; one could become a Genin after just a few years of training.
Xue Ao sneered and lunged forward again. He leaped three meters into the air, the wind whistling around him. Before his fist even arrived, a bloodthirsty and terrifying aura had already swept over everything in its path.
Tang Feng walked over and gently patted Zhu Mo’s shoulder. He said nothing, for he knew that what Zhu Mo needed right now was an outlet; he understood this kind of grief.
"Lady Wushuang, I am afraid I will have to be rude in a moment," Chenxiang said to Wushuang with an apologetic smile.
Ximen Jing was extremely anxious, desperately searching for a way to escape. Suddenly, a tall, dark figure darted out from the shadows. Like a leopard hunting its prey, he rushed behind the two security guards and delivered a punch to each of them, knocking them to the ground.
The leaders of the countless ancient clans in Jingmen City sighed in frustration, lamenting that they lacked the strength to seize the opportunities placed right before them.
Yet, the auras of the two sides were completely different. The flame drifting from Dongyang’s body exuded a destructive energy, while the other flame emanated the essence of life—one creating, one destroying—two diametrically opposed forces.

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"I will go to the Prime Minister's residence to search immediately. You must notify the Ninth Prince at once, and remember, do not alert anyone else." Ling Feng emphasized the last sentence heavily.
They could already imagine the scene of Qin Feng’s flesh being shredded to ribbons by the whip.
I could feel that my body was plummeting, and the speed of this descent was terrifying; it felt as if I were strapped to a rocket.
Liang Weiyi and Yang Jianguo offered awkward smiles and hurriedly rose to see the cantankerous old man out.
Perhaps it was true what they said: sincerity can move mountains. No sooner had Ximen Jing made his wish than the budding flower slowly blossomed, and a rich, spiritual energy erupted like a volcanic explosion.
Unexpectedly, just as I reached out my hand, a warrior rushing from the side immediately unleashed a blade of light that flew toward my hand.
Upon learning that someone had actually put a bounty on Lin Jie’s hands, Sun Siming flew into a rage. He rounded up a large group of men and rushed over, and fortunately, it seemed they had arrived just in time.
Moreover, even if he did not fully understand, he knew that the things recorded on these bamboo slips were rare treasures in this world.
At this moment, Qing Zhengxu was truly exhausted. Since he began practicing the Light Feather Sword Technique, he had never felt so stifled in his mastery of the sword. Looking at the shadows of the blades before him, although he was unsure how to break them, his instincts as a swordsman compelled him to subconsciously raise his blade to block.
Who would have thought that Liang Chen seemed to have forgotten who he was, and even forgotten that the fat man before him was his dear brother; he bared his teeth at him with a hideous expression.
After receiving the military order, the Rampaging Lion Beast King and the Mad Lion Beast King mobilized their vast armies to descend the mountain and launch a campaign of suppression. Once these ferocious beasts descended, they brought catastrophe to the surrounding villages of the Western Regions. The commoners were driven to a dead end and had no choice but to join the rebel army, launching a full-scale counterattack against these abominable monsters.
"Suit yourself. If you want to leave, then go." Saying this, Gu Luo picked up the sword resting on a black rock pedestal and looked as if he were about to head out.
However, right before his eyes, Gu Luo began pacing back and forth around the shelves, with a look of a charlatan on his face that left him feeling half-believing and half-suspicious.

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In the end, the Heaven-King Demon-Evil Art of the Great Emperor Qitian and the Heavenly Buddha Divine Palm of Master Huaizhi were so evenly matched that they fought their way up into the higher heavens. Ultimately, the Heavenly Ancestor Saint Sovereign saw they had reached the seventy-seventh heaven and used all his power to prevent the Great Emperor Qitian from fleeing further toward the ninety-ninth heaven.
Ma Rulong’s face stiffened instantly. He even began to wonder if the judges had been bribed by Fang Cailing. It was just a plate of meat carved into a flower; did it really warrant such an exaggerated reaction?
The doctors arrived with a stretcher and carried the unconscious Shangguan Ling down from the upstairs. This was the scene Su Fu saw as she stepped out of the dining room.
I never expected that someone of his status would participate in the rescue efforts himself. Whenever I saw him on the news, he was always impeccably dressed, but now, he was covered in dirt.
Her chest pressed against his, broad and searingly hot. His large hand slid along her waist, his palm burning; wherever it touched, it brought an uncontrollable tremor.
Cesare’s breath hitched. The moment her soft body pressed against him, his heart skipped a few beats, and the blood in his veins began to boil.
He even harbored a desperate hope he could tell no one: one day, she might be moved by everything he had done and come to care for him, even if only for a moment of soft-hearted gratitude, so that she would not reject him so firmly.
Because it was Sunday, there was almost no one in their alma mater. The beautiful teaching buildings were all dark, with only the streetlamps casting a faint, shimmering light.
It turned out that Su Nuo did not keep the concept of the new type of spirit tool to herself. She shared her ideas and suggestions with the major powers, explaining the various conveniences that such a tool would bring once successfully forged, which piqued the interest of all the major factions.
Pushing open the door, under the golden light, the man was lewdly holding her black lace underwear and sniffing it deeply.