Side Story 1: Post-Match Side Story 2: Returning to Campus

The dazzling light instantly devoured the body of this Sub-Sage Exalted Sovereign. At the same time, the surrounding space began to collapse inch by inch, and a massive spatial black hole emerged.

This is the difference between our Xuanyuan Clan and the Jehovah Tribe. They use living human beings as sacrifices, while we offer sacrifices of livestock and grains. This is the distinction between humans and demons, and the reason why we call them devils. They are demons with brightness on their lips and darkness in their hearts.

Once the spiritual energy within the Tang Sect is restored, Tang Tianfeng can proceed to revive the former glory of the Tang Sect.

Since Lü Ren said that Long Zhu'er is currently in no danger to her life, planting the tree a day or two earlier or later does not matter much.

He even felt fearful of wars on Earth. Wars in the universe are far more brutal and terrifying than those on Earth, where the casual destruction of cities and nations, or the shattering of stars and universes, is commonplace.

The other party's words were extremely crisp and decisive. Before Qin Feng could even recover his senses, a series of busy tones came from the other end of the phone.

Glancing at Mo Yifeng, Ye Zixi noticed that an injury had appeared on Mo Yifeng's shoulder at some unknown time.

Thor smashed down directly from the sky, glanced in surprise at Shang Chen who was sitting cross-legged, and swung his hammer toward the Tesseract, attempting to interrupt the energy transmission.

The people below whispered among themselves. Gu Tianfeng's heart sank slightly, but his expression remained entirely amiable.

The person on the side nodded and withdrew. However, Qiu Jingmin did not leave, patiently waiting instead until Gu Tianfeng was finally willing to see him.

Relying on the Cat Clan's night-vision talent with no usage limit, Zhang Cheng could clearly see the surrounding paths. At this moment, he had switched to the third-person perspective, needing a broader field of view.

Zhang Cheng sat at his seat without hesitation, immediately entering the guild's YY voice channel and jumping into the room Wen Xin mentioned.

The Red Palace is located in the center of the Potala Palace, with exterior walls of red. The palace adopts a mandala layout, built around the stupa halls of successive Dalai Lamas with numerous chanting halls and Buddha halls, thus connecting seamlessly with the White Palace.

As Zhang Fei unleashed his peerless martial technique, Lü Bu smiled brightly. The Halberd of Heavenly Guidance in his hand carried a searing heat as it counter-attacked directly, colliding fiercely with the black python's internal energy. Relying on the surging power within his body, amidst clashing sounds, the surrounding air became scorching hot. Zhang Fei reined in his Black Steed, turned around, and galloped wildly toward the other side of Xuzhou City.

She said that life always holds many things to reward oneself with, depending on whether one has the mood to discover them. Once you put aside some things on your hands and go out for a walk, you might find something that brings great joy.

With his very first sentence, Vladimir defined Old Cat as a friend. False or not, it at least proved that Vladimir indeed had the intention to win him over, utilize him, or even brainwash him, meaning Old Cat was safe for the time being.

With sharp blades at one's throat, who could refuse to compromise? Even if a rain of arrows lay ahead, one could only bite the bullet and forge onward, praying for good luck. Before long, the Zichen Gate was engulfed in raging flames, littered with hundreds of corpses.

Blushing, the two of them bowed in unison to take their leave and ran back to put on their outer robes. It seemed that usually there were only men in this courtyard, making them quite casual.

Thinking back now, her favorable impression of Qin Chuan seemed to have quietly sprouted during their very first meeting.

Fang Nuo instinctively jumped up from the spot, twisting his body in mid-air. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the large bird that had somehow lurched behind him. The other party wore a righteous expression, chest puffed out, as if it had done nothing wrong.

Lowering his head, he discovered his body was riddled with holes, countless bloody pores continuously seeping fresh blood.

After all, he is someone who has lived for over 800 years and is the actual mastermind behind the entire World Government.

At the same time, Fang Nuo could discern that in the view of the young man before him, "Mrs. Iris" was not of the same kind as them.

Later on, when the talk turned to achieving great things, nobody took it to heart. Making money was naturally a big deal; whether ten thousand or a hundred thousand, that was remarkable. For generations beyond count, people had always faced the yellow soil with their backs to the sky; how had they ever experienced the life of the wealthy?

"As for this, why don't I find an opportunity to ask him? I think he will answer me," Poseidon pondered for a moment and said.

Lin Dahaohu manipulated the Asura, opening his eyes and directly killing the outpost boss, the final stronghold.

After Cao Zhenghui left, Long Hao, Dongzi, and Hao Jun also went out. They walked over to the van, relieved Gao Chenghu and the other two, and told them to go back to their rooms to sleep for a while.

Liu Hong, who was resting his army in Wuling Commandery, received an eight-hundred-li urgent dispatch letter sent from Zhu Zhi in Nanyang Commandery.

"You turtle grandson, I'm just asking a question, and you're going to hit someone? Do you know who your daddy is?" Long Hao cursed.

To ease the nervous tension in his heart, Pan Yuhong tried to change the atmosphere here. Although it was a bit nonsensical, he found that the effect was really quite good. At least, now he wasn't as nervous as before.

This feeling was simply too terrifying. It felt as though the ancient corpse before him possessed life, yet Ye Fantian knew this was merely his illusion. Not only was this ancient corpse devoid of life, but it was dead beyond all doubt.

Regrettably, a silver mask concealed most of his features, preventing people from seeing his full appearance. Even so, it was still evident what kind of striking and handsome demeanor he would possess once the mask was removed.

"Hey, you're drooling," Tang Tang said ungracefully as she draped her arm around Bai Shaozi's neck, wearing the formal court attire of a first-rank imperial noble consort with a somewhat roguish air.