Sixty. Sixty.

Xia Yan pursed her lips into a smile and wanted to speak, only to find her throat so dry and hoarse that not a single syllable could be uttered.

"The Beauty Fist? Splendid. Lady Yang can certainly be considered a beauty; a boxing style inspired by the poems describing her is naturally the Beauty Fist." Duan Lang was extremely satisfied with the name Yue Lingshan had chosen for this martial art.

Feng Shixian's words made me nod repeatedly. Thinking of my second brother's attitude today and the question he asked me—'Jing girl, is that really how you view your second brother too?'—my heart grew all the more distressed.

After my tears finally subsided, I wiped my face and looked up at the night sky. Gazing at the stars dotting the firmament, I suddenly felt how pitiful I truly was.

The staff struck my body with a dull, heavy thud. Aside from hugging myself tightly, I had no idea what else I could do. Blow after blow rained down, yet I knew with absolute certainty that even if Cao Bin were to beat me to death, Jiang Zhi would never come to save me.

Enticing aromas constantly drifted into the Grand Tutor's nose, and his gaze kept wandering toward the table, saliva practically pooling at the corners of his mouth.

Besides, Bai Yifeng's territory was barren to the extreme; how much money could he possibly have to buy my wares? Only those nobles and grand merchants lurking in the distance were the targets of my wealth-generating endeavors.

For several whole days, Su Nian'an felt she had truly gone mad. She intensely and overwhelmingly missed the man she had mentally labeled as the 'Bathrobe'. How could she develop such feelings for a man she had met for such a short time? Could it be that she had fallen for him at first sight?

"You are already wearing it on your wrist, what more could you possibly desire from it?" He turned around, leaning his waist against the bathroom sink, his hair wet and exuding a chill, his gaze clear and showing not a trace of drunkenness.

Yet, things gained too easily are naturally lost just as easily. The consequence of such an excessively pure "fleshly transaction" was facing the crisis of a potential cuckoldry. Being away from home for just a few days, Xiao Bailan was already worrying about the stability of his own backyard.

Upon entering Changtai Town, the octopus-man glanced toward the northwest. In that direction, a surging black tide numbering in the tens of thousands was pouring toward this place.

They desperately wished to swarm forward and teach this arrogant outlander a severe lesson, but seeing that Tao Shang possessed a robust physique—clearly someone trained in martial arts—and was surrounded by a band of ferocious subordinates, they knew that despite their numerical advantage, they would likely come out on the losing end of a fight.

Li Yunfei was driven into a flustered flurry by the relentless pressure; this person's swordsmanship was actually so brilliant. He had never imagined that such a hidden master existed in this world.

Two thousand Taoist soldiers, under the cover of night, bypassed the frontal enemy camp at Guandu and headed northeast toward Shiting.

The two of them were disheveled, bruised, and bleeding, offering virtually no defense. All that remained between them was an endless cycle of attack and counter-attack.

In a desolate and hoarse voice, he slowly recounted his romance with Zhang Bingying, how he had met Lu Ping, the best friend of his life, how his lover had betrayed him, and how the person he loved most and his best friend had kept their distance from him before finally walking down the red carpet of the church together.

Seeing this, Yang Di felt a slight flutter of tension. At first, he suspected there was bad blood between the two, but after careful observation, he noticed no significant change in Ye Shenyu's expression and felt relieved.

"Listening to your lordship's words just now, Ping actually thought your lordship already had a plan in mind." Chen Ping's gaze was locked fixedly onto the jar of wine, his tongue sweeping across his lips.

"Brother Zuo, there is another gentleman behind us. Do you happen to know him?" Luo Zhenquan ran back and forth keeping watch, wary of any bandits infiltrating the group. Noticing that the scholar's carriage lagged behind and seemed somewhat unsafe, he thought that if Xu Yuanzuo knew them, he should invite them to draw closer.

"Very well, everyone rise! I can assure you that as long as I have a bite to eat, I will certainly not let you go hungry!" Subduing this dozen or so people brought Liu Tian浩 neither great sorrow nor joy, as it had little impact on him; he acted purely out of sympathy.

Duke Joseph and several nobles watched the transmitted magical imagery in the command room, remaining silent for a long time. For them, this expedition was also a high-stakes gamble, and to eradicate a terrifying rising rival, they were willing to pay a heavy price.

The cool sensation miraculously soothed Lu Xia's swollen and aching discomfort, and her anxious mood gradually calmed down as well. The soreness in her eyes was also slowly fading away. Today she discovered for the first time that Young Master Yan actually possessed healing skills.

Well, if other master craftsmen knew that he felt depressed over successfully forging a high-quality sharp weapon, they would surely vomit blood from anger.

As long as he displayed exceptionally formidable strength in the realm of restriction arts, he wouldn't even need to say anything himself. Even if the Star Beast faction didn't suspect him of being at the Sage level immediately, they would inevitably harbor gradual suspicions over time and ultimately confirm it.

With a single kick, he sent the leading man flying. The man crashed into the wall opposite, fell back to the ground with a dull thud, wheezed twice, and went completely still.

I poured all the passionate fervor I had harbored for Ma Junru over the past six or seven years entirely into Hu Yaping.

"It doesn't matter." Only then did Jin Sheng understand why Xu Yang had invited him to dinner, yet his impression of Xu Yang improved even further. Looking at Xu Yang's apologetic face—having himself weathered the storms of society—he could naturally tell the difference between genuine sincerity and pretense.

Lu Tianyu proceeded to tell her a massive amount of information regarding that world. Things flying in the sky and walking on the ground, whether transportation vehicles or engines of war, ranging from spacecraft to various architectural structures, were all explained in detail.

"So that fellow Long Xing broke through forcefully by relying on external forces. No wonder he is so weak," Caesar said thoughtfully.

"My wife and I have already retired from the pugilistic world and no longer concern ourselves with its affairs. Our intervention this time is simply a matter of being forced by circumstances! So, Alliance Leader Xie had best seek out someone else," said the Landlord.

Amid a series of deafening explosions, several men were left completely defenseless. Direct blows landed squarely on their backs, causing all of them to spew blood and fly backward through the air amid miserable screams.

Just as she was about to push the door open and enter, she inadvertently raised her head for a glance, only to see a surveillance camera flashing a red dot directly at her.

As for that fellow surnamed Wang, Qiu Huaci never killed my son; there is simply no irreconcilable hatred between him and me. If I can't beat him, fleeing is the sensible choice. To keep fighting when you know you can't win is pure courting of death. Do you take me for a fool?

The plump fellow with a glowing red wine-bottle nose, standing behind the two vice-academy directors, roared in furious abuse.

Upon seeing this result, Qin Chaochao's vision darkened, and she nearly fainted on the spot, desperately wanting to have the bureau chief find a way to intercept Ailu from leaving the country.

Returning to her office in a daze, she had no idea what she was supposed to be doing. Like a lifeless corpse, she turned on her computer, logged into WeChat, and opened her email. Dozens of emails came pouring in with a rapid clatter. For a newcomer to the corporate world like her, simply processing emails every day required a considerable amount of effort.

The Wanbao Hall was never short of money to begin with. Furthermore, Lin Zanghua's participation in this treasure-selling convention was not for the sake of the Crimson Chain Divine Art, but rather to befriend Yun Shuer and do business with the Demonic Sect. Therefore, he naturally had to back up Yun Shuer's prestige today.