Volume 1 Chapter 21 Acting Like a Scoundrel

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The sight before her caused Zhen Meili’s heart to sink, her expression darkening further. The Supreme Immortal Kings, however, were overjoyed, as this suggested a greater chance for them to escape.

Song Youzi’s subordinates were mostly street hooligans, lacking any martial arts prowess and possessing only brute strength. They were formidable enough when bullying common folk, but they were no match for Yan Tianyou and his companions, who had practiced martial arts for years.

Qin Wanhua’s engagement banquet was that evening. Andy was responsible not only for Chu Xiaoxiao but also for styling and makeup for the rest of the group.

Catching sight of a red mark on the bottom of the doll, Leng Zimo raised his brows slightly before turning it to inspect the base.

The Snow Monster’s once pristine white fur was now soiled, likely stained by the mud splattered during the fight.

His words became law; every syllable Lin Chuan uttered carried immense power. When he commanded them to die, the Supreme Immortal Kings truly felt the stench of decay emanating from within, physically experiencing the dissipation of their lifespans.

Both sides felt a flash of murderous intent, for their secrets were in each other’s hands. Yet, they looked at one another with smiles, eventually erupting into loud laughter.

Yun Fan panted heavily, his chest heaving. Veins bulged on his arms; despite the blizzard, white steam rose from his body.

Murong Changqing, exasperated by Ni Yexin’s antics, simply grabbed him, tethered their horses, and headed into the woods to discuss the matter of maturity.

On the other end of the phone, Leng Zimo listened to the prolonged silence, slowly exhaling a cloud of smoke.

Milu Xiuzhen was truly a formidable figure. His arrangements were interlocking; the Seven Corpse Sect differed from the Eight Generals of Pozhi by only one member, and the Seven Corpse Sect was notorious in the underworld for doing anything for money.

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Shouldn't they be fighting in a single-column formation to maximize firepower, or a wheel formation for better protection?

"Still quite spirited! It seems our attack wasn't enough! Men! Put in more effort! Throw down all the supplies we have in reserve!" Chen Mingyu commanded.

"A safe bastion? What kind of safe bastion is this? You, Jianyi Mukawa, even lead the opposition when children ask for a drink of water. How can you call yourself a teacher to these children?"

Only when that trace of Immortal Emperor blood seeped into the Divine Eye at the center of his brow did the Ancestral Witch blood finally subside, slowly retreating back into the Heart of the Ancestral Witch.

Upon arriving at the Heavenly Court, Shao Yizhou strolled toward the Security Bureau. He had assumed the secret agents would have left, but to his surprise, they were still there.

The security guards beside him immediately huddled around Yang Ze. Wang Meng and Qiao Ran looked as if they were facing a great enemy, while Yang Ze’s face remained calm and expressionless.

Bo Yituo used all his might to block the attacks of the ape and the skeletal monster. He had exhausted all his spiritual energy in the cabin, and the little he had recovered was not enough to last long.

Supplemented by the ore fragments scavenged from the five spiritual stone mines of the Tianxuan Sect and the various ingredients pilfered from the trial valley’s canteen, he had barely managed to feed his pet beasts.

After subduing the two Ox Beast Kings of Tengyun Mountain with the help of the Snow Marten spirit beast, Master Huaizhi continued north and west. On the desolate, snow-covered plains, only the biting, piercing winds kept the master and his disciples company. No matter how harsh the conditions, their determination and conviction to save the suffering people of the world never wavered.

Thinking of this, Xu Shu instinctively retreated a long distance into the depths, then looked up.

Annie Diana stood by the window, staring blankly at the unfamiliar landscape outside. Everything felt so surreal.

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This mysterious person was the Great Sage Golden Turtle. To rid the people of the scourge of the rat-beast demons, he adopted this identity to thwart them at every turn. Having discovered that the Thunder Rat Fiend King was hiding a massive granary in the Nine Spirits Cave, he had tracked them here while in disguise to scout.

However, opportunities are seized by those who act; hesitation often leads to loss. As the stall owner stammered, a crisp voice rang out from nearby.

The activity center was vast, filled with densely packed classrooms. The drama club’s office was on the fifth floor; Luo Cheng had only visited once by chance. Fortunately, there were signs and floor plans at the stairs on every level, so it did not take long to find.

Countless thoughts flashed through Dean’s mind. Looking at the surrounding elves, he instinctively backed away until his heels hit the edge of the sacrificial altar, where he finally stopped.

"Then... what has the trial been changed to?" Upon hearing that such a situation had never occurred before, Lei Yi’s expression turned grave.

"Given the tight schedule, I will spare you the pleasantries. Let the top five from the previous year take the stage, and then anyone confident in their strength may head to the remaining eleven arenas." Qing Heng swept his long sleeves, signaling the start of the tournament.

The strength of the three was terrifying; joined together, even an average Martial King would have to be wary.

Junzijing mused to himself: "The Empress Mother wouldn't ignore my safety, would she? If she doesn't come, what shall I do? Going to the palace to find her myself is impossible. There is no other way; I must wait."

Hearing a familiar voice in the city, Shangguan Tianyu was overjoyed. He hadn't expected them to come. Ye Wushuang had been missing for some time, and it was unexpected that he would appear at such a critical moment. As for the young master of the Medicine King Valley, the Empress must have notified him.