Chapter 217: Empire Fleet, Interstellar Convention!

Cultivation knows no seasons; autumn chills and summer heats vanish in the blink of an eye.

In the year 17,832 of the Fusang Calendar, Li Chang'an reached his two-thousand-five-hundredth year, and at this very moment, his martial cultivation had attained the Spirit Transformation stage, incomparably mightier than the Grandmaster level he held three centuries ago.

Of course, this was not his most vital achievement during these long years.

His truly paramount achievement lay in rectifying the flaws and deficiencies of the Incense Divine Way, utilizing the power of incense gathered over the ages to transform

Seeing the movements of Guo Zhuocheng and his companions, those Red Army soldiers shed their prior suspicions, for only officers of the Red Army would command themselves in such a manner.

Hearing those words, Binuki felt a sudden, bitter hatred in his heart; had he not received two missions simultaneously, he would never have run to the Great Blood-Bathing Arena, an error that cost Lehan his life in a single strike and stripped away a formidable right-hand man.

Xia Feng and his companions were drinking at the Northern Army Command Headquarters when the officer on duty entered to report that someone requested an audience with General Xia. Xia Feng bid the officer bring him inside. The visitor was an envoy sent by Gao Shun, who had witnessed Xia Feng being escorted away by the Northern Army high command and, now that trouble had arisen, dispatched a messenger with the news.

This time, however, Wu Dawei could no longer choose to simply pass the ball; after all, he was acutely aware that his teammates were far from their peak form at this juncture, and thus, he had to shoulder the burden of the entire team himself.

The Yellow Turban rebels sighted the heavy cavalry of the Protectorate Army, and the spearmen in the vanguard readied themselves, waiting to withstand the thunderous charge of the horsemen.

An evolved human possessing the ability of enhanced strength had just crushed a regular army soldier to death with a single punch when, abruptly, a blade pierced his back—a strike delivered by his own comrade.

Walking near the corpse, Haha did not look at the body on the ground but instead turned his gaze toward the wide-open car door, holding his head high for a few seconds before leaping effortlessly inside.

The score subsequently shifted to 6–7, and the Cleveland Cavaliers, who had been at a disadvantage since the opening whistle, finally turned the tide in their favor.

As they descended to some five hundred meters, a pilot suddenly noticed a flicker of firelight upon the left mountain peak, and even as astonishment gripped him, he spotted streaks of light hurtling toward the aircraft's position.

Fortunately, the fellow had persisted every day in running and exercising around his courtyard without neglecting his physical fitness; being young and full of vigor, he truly exerted a tremendous amount of effort.

Rather, it was because her mother had become Su Chen's shikigami; if Su Chen were to perish, the shikigami would revert to a masterless state and be forced to return to the void space.

There was no blood upon the severed head, nor was it bleeding, which indicated that it had been lopped off for some time. Yet Jiang He saw no clotted blood at the neck, and the entire head appeared remarkably clean; upon its face, he could not discern even a single speck of dust.

Du Yue nearly soiled himself with terror, sensing that Yang Fan, this great demon king, might truly be some sort of monstrous entity capable of employing sorcery.

"Yuanyuan, stop fooling around, I am working right now!" Guo Hong said, without a hint of anger, his tone remarkably gentle.

The only reason Qin Yu feigned total ignorance while questioning Nan Yunzhenqi was to lull the other party into a false sense of security; he wanted the man to believe absolutely that his memory was gone, rendering him harmless and no longer a threat.

Xiao Yaning was in no mood to appreciate the beautiful scenery at this moment; her heart grew exceedingly tense, and she gripped Su Chen's hand tightly.

He needed to know immediately whether the rumors had taken effect, so as to determine whether he would have to devise another scheme to disrupt the situation.

Sir Willem had rented a house for them in Braavos back then, a house with a red door, and Daenerys remembered it vividly: in that house she had a room of her own, and a lemon tree grew outside her bedroom window.

Unable to prevail after prolonged combat, impatience began to gnaw at me; it was precisely then that my shoulder was suddenly clawed twice by a nearby ghost, the sharp pain breaking me into an instant cold sweat, whereupon I gritted my teeth and swung my ritual sword wildly, seeking immediate vengeance against the spirit that had wounded me.