Chapter 54: Three Years and Another Three Years!

"I believe the Lisboa Casino can become the symbol of Macau, and it would never do anything despicable just for a month's profit, right, my older brother Chao-hung." Liu Xing's confident smile caused Ho Chao-hung to nod repeatedly in his heart. As expected of Liu Xing, this poise alone was something many people could never hope to match.

However, the ones that attracted the most attention from the demons and ghosts were the lands of Yuzhou. This was where humans gathered in the greatest numbers, and these fiends and monsters, knowing that such a multitude of "delicacies" resided here, would naturally never let them go.

The Six-Soul Banner enshrouded the Joyful Buddha, who was immediately drawn into it, transforming into a wisp of primordial source energy to become a sacrifice for the banner.

After Klein recovered from his shock at Asuna's formidable strength and finished sighing in amazement, he heard another teammate beside him speak to him in an incredulous tone.

"Your Holiness the Pope, it seems Kanon has not yet returned?" Ares hesitated for a moment, and then could not help but ask.

The next daybreak, Zhao Yun also returned, naturally bearing the heads of certain individuals. Luo Chen had made preparations long ago and directly dispatched forces to occupy the city, firmly securing it under the control of the Han Dynasty.

"Please be magnanimous, Your Excellency. Our sect master is inexperienced in the world and ignorant of protocol and etiquette. If there has been any offense, I ask for your forbearance!" The disciplinary elder bowed deeply in a salute. Yun Ho did not put on airs; with a slight upward gesture of his palm, an invisible force gently lifted the elder back to his feet.

The Power of Manifestation—its foundational ability was to draw out the Void from within the depths of another person's heart. But its more crucial capability was reflecting the inherent characteristics of the "King's" own Void.

On one side, Fat Gor, dressed in a black suit with his hair slicked back into a classic pompadour, sat at the gambling table with a confident, smiling expression, holding a playing card in his hand. Standing behind him was Liu Xing in a white suit, wearing a look of utter astonishment.

Afterward, Daria took Freya away, and this became an unhealed scar that Esther could never smooth over in her heart.

He did not care much about it, acting as if nothing had happened at all. However, Xiao Yao and Su Weirand, flanking him on either side, experienced a turbulent storm of deeply touching inner monologues.

"Alright, stop all this bickering. You're all getting on in years, what kind of heroes are you trying to play? They're just two Grade-A Grandmasters; this old lady can handle them with a single hand. There's no need for you lot here to dawdle and whine—go on and do whatever you're supposed to do." Sister Hua suddenly materialized beside Dragon One and said with an air of absolute indifference.

Furthermore, non-Han tribes were exceptionally skilled at utilizing the terrain surrounding their territories for combat. Their elite forces used their nation's fortress cities as strongholds to intensify their invasion of the Empire.

Seeing that Shi Yi opened with a lethal strike the moment he made his move, the Flood Dragon and the others no longer held anything back. With an angry roar, the Flood Dragon revealed its true form, a hundred-zhang-long behemoth churning the clouds and raining down torrents across the sky, appearing and disappearing amidst flickering lightning and rumbling thunder.

Who knew if that young man had even taken a single word or half a sentence of hers to heart! He only muttered to himself incessantly, seemingly repeating bizarre phrases such as "It was all fake from the beginning," "You lied to me," and "Why."

"There is no need to carry every single burden entirely on your own shoulders; the world has never stopped spinning just because someone is absent."

For a split second, the assistant suspected he had misheard. To set oneself against the Fu Group—wasn't that simply courting death?

"Boss, didn't you say you value loyalty?" Gold Tooth had just been busy assisting Jack and Selene in drawing formations and transporting drugs, thoroughly absorbed in the labor, but seeing that the bandit leader had yet to make a move, he couldn't help asking in a low voice.

On the staircase, Mo Shilan held his phone, one knee bent as he leaned casually against the wall, finishing the editing of an audio clip and sending it to Lu Sinuo's inbox.

Throughout this past year, Lin Yang and his two companions had been cultivating within the frigid ice cave. The cultivation base of Zifeng Bingying had progressed tremendously, and by now she had condensed two heavenly stars, while the starlight energy had formed as many as sixty starlight points.

This first round of screening was the simplest: literacy testing, eliminating those who were completely illiterate.

Hearing this, Chu Xiong could instantly imagine Shen Gongbao tugging at his beard with an arrogant expression on his face.

Of course, before offering any assistance, he had to retrieve the bug first. That gadget had been terribly expensive, after all.

Mo Jinyang and Sha Dutian shared a remarkably similar temperament, though Mo Jinyang was somewhat slicker and more cunning. Upon seeing the mountains of gold, his expression mirrored Sha Dutian's precisely. Glancing at the Black-Feathered Messenger, Mo Jinyang conceived the exact same thought as Sha Dutian—to capture the creature and drag it back home.

The government troops had actually all retreated without leaving anyone behind to guard the place. A band of men escorted their captives, hauling that divine idol back to the city to claim credit for their achievements. The entire prayer hall had been completely razed; whatever could be burned had been turned to ash. Left upon the ground were merely piles of headless corpses, their heads having been severed and carried away to claim military merit.

When Wang Feng stepped out of the cultivation chamber, the space rippled slightly. The figure leisurely angling for fish gently opened his eyes, a trace of a smile lingering at the corners of his mouth, clearly rejoicing in Wang Feng's breakthrough.

Reporting for work the next day, Wang Cheng began pondering ways to plot against Lin Hao and Li Xinmin. Having exhausted all other options, he eventually hit upon a rather ancient scheme: sowing discord and alienation.

Even this middle-aged uncle had things he feared, along with his own joys, sorrows, worries, and melancholies.

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As the smoke and clouds dissipated, Wang Feng inspected his pristine white flames, within which a deep green medicinal pellet came sharply into view.

Intelligence reports from Yunzhou flew in like snowflakes every single day, detailing intensely fierce battles. The Liao army was entirely awaiting reinforcements. Upon seeing Xiao Ming rushing back toYinzhou, he was initially overjoyed, but grew deeply disappointed when he saw him arrive without leading any troops.

Lian Xiang watched Chi Wuji shout his name. He nodded slightly in Chi Wuji's direction, and then slipped quietly into the room.