Angel. Damn bastard!
Upon hearing Yang Tianhe’s words, his initial anger crashed to the ground, his face turned pale, and blood began to seep out.
"How... how could this be?! I’m already a powerhouse who’s entered the capital. How could you injure ...?"
Speaking of this, my temper couldn’t be suppressed any longer.
Initially, he was truly ecstatic about breaching the threshold, thinking his strength had returned to its peak from a hundred years ago.
To think that in such a brief mont of true prowess, he and Yang Tianchuan’s blade would both suffer severe injuries!
Yang Chuan had no idea when or how this heavy blade was coming.
Pu Chengmink’s crumbling expression, Liang Chuan’s unwavering silence, and Wu Xi’s sharp retort: "Why don’t you know what you ought to know?"
Yes, what happened... The Holy Mother bit into the water.
"He was already a dead man!" Yang Tian softly said with indifference.
The hot-tempered one flushed with rage upon hearing this.
But at this mont, Yang Tian spoke once again.
Yes, what happened... Although there’s news about Saint Minic, it was a deliberate eruption, forceful and mocking with a face full of ridicule.
"Because I like it."
Yangchuan District said as a faint smile curled at the corner of his lips.
Pfft!
This ti, Twice Mick finally broke down in tears. Seeing the appearance of Uncle Hong Yi, that last gasp of lifeblood—this was what drove him.
Furthermore, at that mont, two Heavenly Eyes erged, a hand reached out, directly snapping Mick’s hair off his face. "Fuyuan!"
Swish!
A cluster of white light materialized, as though atop Mick’s head, frenziedly gathering together; at last, from Yang Tian’s heart of concealnt, it vanished!
In rely monts within an hour, the church and Mick’s gaze dimd.
This rapid breakthrough was indeed a manifestation of Shen Zizhen’s grand ambition and the Arbitration Director of the Great Emperor Hall.
Witnessing this scene, Ma Yu and Zhu Yuan were filled with silent gratitude for the foundational text!
"It’s almost like the inner hearts of the two," Yang Chuan’s Chaoyang life, achieving 4.27 million in just a flash, and yet Yang Tian as an opponent!
However, for such grandiose thinkers who shared not even a glimr of this "truth," the boasts of Yang Sheng seed so hollow!
What is this?
It proves that Shen Ren’s tale is genuinely one of a supre cultivator, even amidst Liang Chuan, within the Earth Sect Bell Realm, a pitiful wretched existence!
Such a master—it was hard not to feel excited.
It was impossible not to feel excited.
For the first ti, Alice stood directly beneath the rays of the sun, her white veil shimring, the sa expression as before, and her gaze showed hints of long-lost tremors!
Next to her, Long Mann stirred in response to the sudden situation! Wrong—her face flushed scarlet.
Gret.
She scanned the area, discovering that indeed, Mick was lifelessly alone, alongside the Emperor’s Great Lords, Gret, whose marks lay amid Saint Minic’s surroundings, all tied to the March permits.
"Master, I’m leaving..."
Ma Yu.
But Yang Chuan slightly bowed his head. "No, I deliberately let him go!"
"Deliberately? Why?"
Listening to Ma Yu’s question, a trace of arrogance flashed across the face of Golden Bird.
Though others were clearly confused, unsure whether the intent was any form of chaos, the reason for sparking explosives while unleashing Billy’s brutal rage, on these two days, erged distinctly deliberate.
Listening closely, Yang Ri’s desolate voice said, "In passionate yearning, in my heart and actions—would only Mick and the first Star Minic suffice?"
The Master’s intent was.
"Naturally like glue in porridge!"
Yang Tian advanced slowly, feeling around Shen Ren’s spiritual energy, heading toward that fiery crimson escape.
Long Feichang rapidly intervened, trying to halt him, protesting, "Captain Yang, you cannot proceed! This is the Vatican Great Emperor Qingcheng Country—a sovereign nation! Even Russia, Japan, and the Vatican—all hold unwavering devotion to the Great Emperor Hall. If the entire squad united—it could spark a war against them and their people altogether!"
Upon these words, Ma Yu and the exterior aides promptly nodded.
The male protagonist and female lead’s antagonism—this squad of elites feared nothing anymore.
What remained unseen was the dual combat potential—a brutal firepower among literary greats that the dayti barely dared confront!
Yet composed of skilled nationalists within battalions—they ford the roots of a mighty kingdom—the populace itself!
In contrast, the global collective centered around the Vatican consisted solely of Great Disciples devoted entirely fanatically—shaful followers!
The saying—the ant can kill the elephant!
Amid such collective fervor, how would Yang Chuan respond?
But abruptly, even fluid reasoning felt askew.
"Are you confessing to murder? As this squad’s Captain—do you... What are you implying—that I’ve already perished?" Long Feilong murmured inconsolably.
Eternally hating this, forever embittered! Facing adversaries reduced to nothing—struggling dood! From now onward, I remain soaring through the fleeting days.
This is Italy’s Long Li Nuonuo.
..."Wasn’t this never part of the plan? Captain Yang, what do you an?" Long Fei Ye Wu.
500...500... Without a response, slowly recollecting Xu Ying.
But aiming to deliver that shadow unto Ma Yu and Full Bird’s bodies—the Devil Group erged outright within monts!
The leader remained sowhat out of tune—this was unlike a general misunderstanding! Shadows resembling those from two earlier years—the stances just slightly diverged—the arms bared brutally, or heads would roll—a cold, unfeeling foreboding aura... this closely reflected Yang Tian!
"Teacher... This explains everything," Ma Yu pondered, smashed internally.
"Born of sky and earth’s Devil Birds!"
After probing for daylight, failing at life’s bureaucratic extres, Yang Tian sobbed freely amidst his vivid teorological visions, saying: "Demon Zhao Yuan stands as Fuyuan’s pivotal force—God, Ghost God, pushing icons like Li Xiu, Li Zuoxiu. From today, all becos Fuyuan’s destiny!"
Fuyuan... Devil Group? Master.
Upon hearing this, Yang Qianmian, Long Feilong, and Alice grew unruly.
Yet allied Ma Yu and Yu Yu expanded solemn breaths, deeply staggered internally!
Thus, finally revealed—this unraveled strongest ensemble—true dominion through Cheng Min, Mick.
Yang Chun Gold, resonating throughout the Tao of destiny!
Only following through with intentions—the Demon Zhao Yangqian rose in prominence! Substituted away!
Even amid sordid work depicting coarse consumption—there stood ferocities in these motifs threefold!
But none seed more breathtaking than abrupt epiphany monts striking deeply to the core—kneeling vividly trembling without pause—bowing toward Yang Xiuzhen’s spiritual honor, as multiple masters saluted pupils coldly.
"Righteousness reigns!"
Two thousand paths committed fully, Yuanfei Entertainnt faded behind unseen Ghost God farewell sentints, immovable—Ma Yu embraced resolutions tied unnervingly fastened!
No individual surpassed Eighty-Eight Demon Bird’s outcos naturally—hence forming New Party Chang Demon’s establishnt premises outward!
Suppose two dissent unattributed—they prevailed recognizing truths latent empowering hosts buried amid primal chaotic hotbeds—a single decade simplified singular seclusions profoundly!
Nonetheless, they seem inseparably bonded to Yang Chuan’s tutoring bond—their master-apprentice oath unwaveringly eternal!
Yet irrespective divergences, Yangchuan solely remained steadfast forging newer individual paths ahead relentlessly bold, never retreating differently anywhere forward uniquely!
500...200... Yang Ri strumd utter breakthroughs invoking cultivation boons bestowing Ma Yu’s enlightennt alongside Wen Yuan’s respective initiatives.
Following Yangchuan rendering solemn decrees heading outward Batic’s interior target demands moderately advanced.
Crash.
Death-bound evasion comnced!
Throwing life recklessly into flight escape.
Currently tracking incomprehensibly fastest pace, evading violence amidst gaps bordering Upper Great Emperor Hall alongside Katar farthest regions uncontrolled veering solely Vatican-bound relocation strategies absurd!
Within volatile conditions maximizing wrath distinguished already summoning sumr confrontations boldly reckless unstabling final proceeds openly.
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