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Cha-Eun Xiao could only feel that his hands had been fully enveloped by two substantial, fleshy masses. They were undoubtedly akin to the flesh of a pig's posterior... Wan Zheng-Hao's facial features seemed to converge into an exuberant smile. His corpulent cheeks quivered, and his voluminous belly trembled. Even the fat on his shoulders appeared to sway, and the flesh on his legs exhibited residual oscillations, despite him having come to a halt for quite some time... As for his posterior... well,…
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"Who's there?" Wan Zheng-Hao and the middle-aged man squinted, their expressions skeptical as they regarded the old man, Guan Wan-Shan. They couldn't fathom why he seemed so agitated. "Feng... Feng Zhi-Ling! The Supreme Dan Beads! Feng Zhi-Ling... He's here!" Guan Wan-Shan's words sent shockwaves of excitement through them. "No way!" They exclaimed simultaneously, "That rascal has finally shown up!" In their haste, they bolted for the door, leaving Guan Wan-Shan in their wake. As they passed…
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Ning Bi-Luo observed Cha-Eun Xiao's calm demeanor and realized that there was no hint of anger or displeasure in his voice. It was a peaceful conversation, and it became evident to Ning Bi-Luo that Cha-Eun Xiao genuinely didn't care about the situation. Ning Bi-Luo remained on the rain-soaked roof for an extended period. Eventually, he let out a sigh and took off, flying away. In the darkness, Cha-Eun Xiao smiled and muttered to himself, "As an assassin, he's quite charming. However, he…
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There were few occurrences in the world that could truly astound Ning Bi-Luo to such an extent. However, the events unfolding before him at that moment were indeed pushing the boundaries of his shock. "What are you saying... This is my room. What else could it be but my home?" Cha-Eun Xiao replied, facing away from Ning Bi-Luo as he carefully removed his disguise. With no need for pretense, he decided to be more open. "I understand now. You must be Cha Nan-Tian! The renowned general! No wonder…
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As Ning Bi-Luo continued to mull over his encounters with Cha-Eun Xiao, certain puzzling aspects of the situation began to surface in his mind. His recollection of the three men who had been relentlessly pursuing him in the past raised some eyebrows. Despite their relatively low cultivation levels, merely at the first stage of the Grade of Tianyuan, Ning Bi-Luo had found himself in dire straits during that encounter. His own secret martial art had backfired, severely weakening him. If those assailants…
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Ning Bi-Luo, despite standing up, displayed evident signs of physical exhaustion. His legs trembled beneath him, straining to support his weight. It was clear that he had pushed himself to the limits, relying solely on sheer willpower to remain upright. A single step seemed enough to send him crashing to the ground. In awe of Ning Bi-Luo's resilience, Cha-Eun Xiao took a step forward and steadied him by holding onto his arm. He had no intention of witnessing this tenacious individual succumb to…
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Cha-Eun Xiao couldn't help but revel in his acting skills. He thought to himself, [Thank goodness I played my part so convincingly. Even if the deceased Purple Lotus Master were alive, he wouldn't have been able to craft a purple lotus better than mine... Otherwise, my cover would have been blown, wouldn't it?] Cha-Eun Xiao sensed that the situation had taken an unexpected and peculiar turn ever since he revealed the purple lotus. Xiu-Er appeared notably more cautious as she inquired in a hushed…
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After a brief pause... Xiu-Er let out a resigned sigh and remarked, "It appears that our destinies aren't entwined after all. Let me grant your final wish and usher you toward your demise." A glint of her sword cut through the air! Her words marked the end of Ning Bi-Luo's life. With a swift motion, she swung her sword, directing a deadly arc toward Ning Bi-Luo's exposed neck. It was a strike devoid of mercy, one that paid no heed to the value of life. Yet, in a sudden twist, her movement…
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As the rain continued to pour, Cha-Eun Xiao couldn't help but contemplate the man before him. he mused. Unbeknownst to Cha-Eun Xiao, Ning Bi-Luo's predicament had been indirectly caused by his own actions. Ning Bi-Luo sat on the damp ground, dejected and breathless. He raised a weary gaze and inquired, "The House of Chaotic Storm. I wonder, are you Wan Of The Clouds or Xiu Of The Heavens?" Xiu-Er, her demeanor unwavering, replied, "I am Xiu-Er." Ning Bi-Luo offered a wry smile tinged with…
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"They've battled all the way to this point. Clearly, one of them is exhausted, hence the fight has come to this location. Otherwise, with their cultivation prowess, they wouldn't need to exert themselves so greatly. They are now engaged in a life-and-death struggle, which is undoubtedly the last thing the one being pursued desired." "The fatigued one is undoubtedly the prey... When someone is hunted, they'd never willingly engage in a protracted battle with their pursuer. If they possessed the strength…
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