Forty-seven, forty-seven.

The strike of the Seven Treasures Mystic Tree was terrifyingly formidable. As the ethereal divine light emerged, Ji Tian’s unmatched physical body instantly became ineffective, easily pierced by the divine glow.

A heavy collision echoed four meters above the ground. Fist met fist with ruthless force, the fierce power surging outward in waves, stirring ripples in the air and causing the ground beneath their feet to collapse.

It must be noted that these riches were amassed over many years by eleven high-ranking divine warriors from the ocean, yet amounted to only five million divine power points. A pang of regret stirred within—these high-ranking gods were simply too impoverished, utterly incomparable to those divine-level beings from the supreme realms.

Having mastered the power of will, Soro naturally detected the evil aura flooding into his mind, causing his expression to shift slightly.

This used to be the mansion of a prominent family, but ever since the people of the Zong Tian Sect entered the city, the household had been slaughtered, and the grand estate was seized by the sect’s forces.

He Fatty’s gaze was fierce as he waved his hand, revealing a crimson golden gourd hammer in his palm.

With the speed granted by the Blood Spirit Cloak, it took but a moment before two fleeing lights, one yellow and one green, appeared ahead—two individuals flying rapidly on their magical artifacts, rushing toward the exit.

Gathering his internal energy, Monk Zhu Kong initially believed he could crush Ling Xiu’s head with a blow. Yet to his surprise, Ling Xiu appeared unaffected, his crimson eyes coldly fixed upon him.

“So this is King Zhao. I wonder what his cultivation level is?” a Lingxu cultivator remarked.

It was like having a world-ending divine artifact before you—one you could touch and even hold in great quantities, yet utterly unable to wield. How could one not go mad?

Meanwhile, the two families seemed to have reached a consensus on Wang Dani’s death, only to fall into dispute over her child.

After sending off Li Sen, Ming Dao closed the courtyard gate and then found a clean spot beneath the locust tree, settling into a cross-legged meditation.

Strangely, the spiritual pressure did not directly strike Li Sen but rather hovered delicately above his head, concentrated yet inert.

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Ye Feng knew he was breaking through the ninth innate layer, reaching the realm of Innate Perfection. Like an iron bull, he had entered the realm of momentum, where henceforth, his wisdom alone would determine the type and depth of the momentum he could comprehend.

Within this treacherous family, without his own backing, there was absolutely no hope. Otherwise, with Xiao Min and Ye Xu’s subtle counterattacks, he would be utterly defenseless.

“I understand now, big brother. NPC soldiers level up by the number of enemies they kill during battle, unlike us,” Xi Rurensheng suddenly realized.

Jiang Cheng had looked like this even before he fainted, so this fall had not caused any new complications. Or perhaps it had, but from the surface, nothing was discernible.

With Wang Chang’s cultivation, he immediately recognized the nature of the black light—a seemingly inconspicuous black spear. Yet its speed and power were overwhelmingly fierce.

While on the road, Chu Tian pondered whether to buy a car. But considering his current status as primarily a student, he reluctantly put the idea aside.

“Hmph, I want to see where you get your confidence from,” Ye Danchen said, his gaze momentarily stunned.

He still remembered that forty years ago, a royal bloodline genius known as Tianmu King Body appeared in the scarcely inhabited northern desert of the Three Emperors Domain. At that time, seven of the domain’s ten strongest superpowers converged there, assembling in a place they normally despised and never visited.

The Netherlands Roll and other beautiful yet deadly ultra-mobile maneuvers were continuously displayed by two highly skilled pilots.

Zhao Qian grinned with bared teeth, smacking his lips. Such power was extraordinary; even without using divine sense, merely employing true qi would suffice to dispatch that man in no more than two strikes.

“Brother, I’m counting on you,” Zhuo Yang handed the soccer ball to Hasler, entrusting the penalty kick to the short-legged tiger.

With a solid foundation established, Shi Fan’s introductions became increasingly casual and confident. One’s courage and performance were entirely tied to their strength.

And now, the Yun family was truly willing to invest heavily, making it no exaggeration to say they were putting everything on the line.

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Ji Ran hung up the phone and stepped out of the restroom, only to find Huo Wushang standing at the doorway, his arrival unnoticed.

This was the marvel of the Innate Skill—sealing the entire body into a self-contained world, making it difficult even for experts in energy transformation to detect.

Lu Yu placed his hand on the character, deciding that if any special alien creatures appeared first, regardless of whether Su Xi was dead or alive, he would close the door.

The two had spent the entire day searching and finally found a suitable residence—a large villa spanning several hundred square meters. The rent was exorbitant, but fortunately, Zhang Yifan still had some money in the game; otherwise, affording the villa would have been impossible.

Zhang Yiming continued to smile, though the previously sly expression was replaced with a hint of melancholy.

Judging by his relaxed demeanor, the demon general’s pupils contracted repeatedly, unable to discern whether he was hiding his true strength, or if he was truly so calm.

Yang Weiwei once again secretly watched Luo Hebin busy in the kitchen, observing the inexplicable brilliance radiating from the kitchen knife in his hand.

At dawn, Ye Suiyun suddenly noticed a group of soldiers approaching. Their uniforms identified them as official troops. The distance was too great to see clearly, and panic surged within him. Silently, he prayed, “Heaven protect me; please don’t let them be the guards from Wulao Pass.” Fearful to look back, he braced himself and faced them head-on.

Guessba’s secondary energy was evidently weaker than Zhang Yiming’s. After all, Zhang Yiming had honed his secondary energy through years of rigorous training, far surpassing Guessba’s amateurish attempts.