Ninety corrections completed.

Wanyan Ali had been bending down, tidying up his things, when he heard someone enter. He turned to look.

According to ancient rumors passed down through the generations, the reason the Qilin Ancestor fell into slumber was that he had been defeated in battle.

Little did he know that this casual thought of his would become a prophecy—an ominous one at that.

With a crisp "ding," the elevator arrived at its destination. Li Jing'er stepped out, striding into the President's office.

For a man like Yan Buping, the patriarch of his household, being humiliated in such a manner was intolerable. Who could remain untroubled after such an affront?

At the brink of life and death, no one held back; all their treasures were summoned. Flying swords, Daoist banners, gourds, octagonal plates—hundreds of artifacts interwoven with ancient principles—were cast into the void, trailing marks of power and imprints of nothingness, forming a mighty array impervious to wind and rain.

The burly man instantly understood. With a swift leap, he rushed to Lu Xuehua, and almost simultaneously, a great hand closed around her throat, lifting her off the ground.

Director Zhao had been slapped, yet he could do nothing against Han Lifang. The man was, after all, the Third Master of the Han family, and outranked him.

In an instant, all the immortals became affable and congenial, and the entire scene was filled with a sense of harmony and joy.

As for the corrosive vapors below the earth, they were best left unmentioned. Even ordinary spiritual treasures could barely resist their dissolution, being consumed and reduced to nothingness. Even the formidable bodies of the Ancestral Shamans dared not be tainted by them.

Vast energies clashed and scraped against each other in the void, and amid the chaos, twisted streaks of lightning flickered and danced.

Lost in thought, the car had already entered the organization's underground base. After parking, Wei Feng got out, opened the passenger door, and escorted Mo Yuqi towards Nina's infirmary.

As soon as Geng Long finished speaking, the man with the golden epaulets halted, turned, and glared at him with fury. Without waiting for a reply, he lunged forward and landed a punch squarely on Geng Long's chest, knocking him flat to the ground.

He himself did not understand why he acted so, as if trying to shake himself free from a profound confusion.

Turning her head aside, she struggled to calm her heart. Must she really do as Nina suggested?

"Never let Zhang Xiang shoot without hindrance, or you'll be dead in an instant!" This saying was already circulating in the Dutch and English leagues, and perhaps soon, it would spread in the Italian league as well.

After the five great sects of the Succubus Sect, Celestial Demon Sword Sect, Venomous Shadow Sect, Euphoria Sect, and Nether King Sect came the names of Grand Aurora City, Falling Feather Sect, and Battle Demon Sect. The "Western Union" could now truly be called "The Alliance of Evil Sects."

Ibrahimović received the ball and feinted a shot. Terry, sensing his intent, kept his balance within the range he could control as he moved to block.

For an instant, Yuan Zhenxia felt only deep regret. He wished he had not spoken so freely to Chen Weiru about the soul, giving him cause to believe that his actions could reunite him with his wife.

At the start of the second half, as Xu Shaocheng had predicted, Wang Xuebin returned to the end of the bench, while the five regular starters of the Longhai team took to the field.

With the threat of the Legend gone, Cao Yang shifted his focus to the impending launch of Arena of Valor 2.

Wu Xingchen tossed and turned, becoming more and more alert as he lay awake. At last, he got up and joined his uncle and the others in the main hall to keep watch through the night.

Suddenly, a wall of earth, ten meters wide and stretching hundreds of meters, rose up from beneath their feet, shooting skyward to form a massive dirt rampart several dozen meters high.

"Victory Lingerie," Celia murmured, repeating the name of the white lace ensemble laid out on her bed in a detached tone.

The Minotaur zombie leader's every move was caught by Lin Tian's gaze. Each step was anticipated and countered with precision.

Li Qingcheng's eyes shimmered with tears as, for a moment, the image of the white-robed, sword-bearing youth appeared before her once more.

Cheng Yaojin unceremoniously collected Chopper's reward, the ninety-nine soul crystals from Lin Tian, his expression sour.

"We are all adrift in this world; why must we have known each other before to meet?" Li Shang, on a whim, recited loudly.

The courtyard was abuzz with voices. Zhu Gaoming, head of the Zhu family, was setting out a banquet to entertain his distinguished guests.

There was a faint click, and the eldest, after a brief spasm, stopped moving altogether.

Jiang Yu was puzzled. Aren't Celestial Immortals and Heavenly Gods at the same level? Why did this old man seem so weak? Could it be that he was suffering from some lingering injury that prevented him from displaying his full power?

"Oh my, a princess! How wonderful!" Night Rain Xiao clapped his hands, as joyful as if he'd just received a child of his own.

Xue Qiang checked the recent news stories and found they all matched up, except the current date was three months ahead.

As Zhou Xing was pondering how to break the impasse, a chill ran down his spine—a surge of extreme danger welled up from within.

This lasted for about fifteen minutes. The tri-colored light shrouding the three gourds on the stone altar faded completely, revealing the gourds in their entirety to the three onlookers.

Zhong Yan took what was handed to him, opened it, and gave it a glance. He paused, a warm feeling rising in his chest, and the frustration from a fruitless day of searching faded away.

This time, he had managed to turn the tables, if only for the moment. Still, lingering hazards remained—his relationship with Pakhielf, for example, had now been thoroughly demonized in public perception.

Otherwise, if Miss Yu were to give the prince that troublesome heart as an excuse, and the prince vented his anger on them, would they not be suffering in vain?

They had just "threatened" a group of old relics in the ancient city, only to find themselves threatened in turn upon leaving.

Ge Tao returned to the first-year teachers' office in high spirits, his eyes searching until they found Han Ximo, who was tidying up her desk.