Those whose blood blends together are kin.

That smile was like radiant sorrow—bright and clear, yet inexplicably touching the heart.

Before the blood test to verify parentage, even if Shen Yuan cried out and screamed until her voice was hoarse, others would merely have dismissed it as baseless whining and making a fuss over nothing.

What had changed? Did blood ties truly determine everything?

Shen Lang’s eyes were bloodshot, and his vision shimmered with tears. Setting aside all people and matters, he recklessly pulled Shen Yuan into his embrace, desperately attempting to hold her tight with the strength of his arms.

"It certainly needs to be voluntary, and right now I am quite unwilling. I appreciate your kind intentions," Shen Cong said with a wave of his hand.

Among the entire Netherworld army, the heroic spirits who died during the First and Second World Wars were unsuited for close-quarters combat. Entirely due to the rise of firearms, hand-to-hand fighting was no longer mainstream, rendering them specialized in mechanized warfare support.

Two punks with a ruffian air harshly shoved two elderly people in their seventies to the ground.

"Max, Jerry, you are my best friends. How can you disregard the experiences we shared growing up?" Karen said with a low and depressed mood.

"No, no, no... Master of the Academy, this matter was not plotted by me alone; the fourteen Supreme Elders also unanimously agreed to execute it," Chen Jianfeng betrayed them decisively, hoping to trade for a chance of survival.

This overbearing and rebellious aura frightened all the customers away from the second floor. Some did not even dare to use the main avenue, hastily fleeing straight down the back stairs.

What puzzled Old Mu was that those secret service dogs captured him without interrogation, instead isolating him. They provided three meals a day, ensuring he was fully fed and even including meat dishes.

Those martial artists and death-defying guards had suffered over forty casualties at the hands of Li Fan. Covered in blood, Li Fan felt his arms go numb.

"I wouldn't dare make such a bold claim, but the vast majority of matters are still not enough to stump me," the fortune teller stroked his beard and said with a smile.

Upon ascending the mountain, the brothers were eager to catch up with the Sixth Master, but Ye Tufei refused. Earlier at the foot of the mountain when meeting with several leaders, he had appeared rather angry, exchanging no pleasantries or greetings with anyone, merely introducing Dugu Yu before turning his head and storming up the peak.

Upon seeing Wang Lingyun's expression, Gong Yu felt a trace of secret resentment. Although his cultivation was ordinary, he hailed from a cultivation family and possessed numerous treasures, which was how he had managed to survive by a fluke. There were two others like him, and their gazes toward Beichen Yu at this moment were far from amicable.

It must be known that despite these thugs looking flashy and colorful, with their mouths full of curses and invocations, they belonged to the Bai family and frequently practiced battle formations. To put it bluntly, if they were to join forces, while it might not lead to Du Jingcai's defeat, it would certainly prove rather troublesome.

The hands of the clock kept turning, and under the eager anticipation of a crowd of gentlemen and lolicon fans, the pointer finally pointed to the Roman numeral eight.

Sima Guan opened his mouth, somewhat at a loss for how to begin. The Sword Saint and the others were enraged, sneering as they prepared to strike the unfortunate Sima Guan, when Painting Madness, who had remained silent all along, reached out to stop them and cast his gaze down the mountain.

Such occurrences were indeed rare. The formidable physical constitution of professionals rendered them virtually immune to all diseases; professionals generally only suffered from physical injuries rather than illnesses, and there were no specialized medical treatments for the ailments of professionals either.

As he spoke, he glanced at the soldier who had previously been sent flying by Hu Buquan's palm strike, splitting his head open. That soldier was currently being supported by other soldiers, leaning against the wall while waiting for the military doctor to tend to his wounds.

The newcomer must be a master who kept a fire kylin in captivity, though it remained unclear whether he was Sima Xi's father, the Prince of Yueyang.

Lin Xiaomu forcibly suppressed the indignation in her heart and abruptly clicked to enter Chu Lingyue's live broadcast room.

"Good heavens! This must be the true form of the Devourer!" Gazing at the monstrosity in the starry sky that was several times larger than Galactus's planetary fortress, countless alien researchers stood dumbfounded, crying out in shock.