Immortal and Martial Supreme Master - Chapter 142 Peak Duel

The Yanhuang Ancient Domain, vast without end, gave birth to many Celestials and Demons of antiquity tore Heaven and Earth apart and surpassed the control of the 3 Realms and 5 Elements over the endless years it has existed. Numerous Gods, more than ten thousand races, and humans born with a God class body have also come out from the Domain, traveling through the nether, warping Yin and Yang, omnipotent.

Gilderoy Lockhart has just become Minister for Magic of the United Kingdom, and there are several uninvited guests in the office.

Dumbledore: “Minister, I have to tell you with great sadness that Moriarty Slytherin is the most hidden person in the European wizarding world!”

Lovegood, editor-in-chief of The Quibbler: “Look Minister, the Hogwarts Riots, the Himalayan Avalanche, the Gringotts Heist, the World Cup Opening, the Nurmengard Bombing, the Azkaban Defection , the Durmstrang riot, these mysteries all point to one person, Moriarty Slytherin!”

Platinum noble Lucius: “On behalf of the pure blood family, I strongly request the minister to launch a wanted request for Moriarty Slytherin! Oh, my minister, don’t look at me with greedy eyes, all pure blood money is taken by Mori Artie’s gone.”

Gilderoy Lockhart showed his signature smile: “Please allow me to introduce to you my young master, the greatest wizard of all time, the master of dawn and darkness, the master of ice and thunder, the legendary god of magic, Moriarty Slytherin!”

This is the story of a little wizard who only has magic in his heart and becomes the big boss behind the scenes in the Harry Potter world.

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Ye Han was reborn into a parallel world and participated in the challenge program [365 Days of Wilderness Survival] jointly organized by the world. At the beginning, he got a BUFF bonus with a lucky value of 9999. With his little cook, Ye Han started a shocking journey of survival in the wilderness.

When the other players were hungry, Ye Han had already eaten seafood. When the other players had no fixed place to live, Ye Han had already built a wooden house. When the other players were precarious, Ye Han was drinking tea in his manor. Ye Han: No way, my luck is 100 million points.

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Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death.Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine.---“I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached.He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here.“Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?”I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place.“What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze.---A Dangerous ObsessionCan she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction?A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation.---LYCAN KING CASSIANI will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones.Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce.And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave.She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.