Volume 1, Chapter 65: "Xie Liwei, you are being insolent!"

The dishes were served on the table. Song Yaozhu ate slowly, and so did Princess Xuan. Only Yongle seemed to turn her grief and indignation into appetite, stuffing her mouth full while keeping her lantern-like eyes fixed on Song Yaozhu.

"Well, this is just great! I told you we should leave early, but you just wouldn't listen. Now the big trouble has finally arrived!" Blue Shadow's voice came from within the blue ocean, sounding extremely annoyed.

"Guards Regiment, prepare for rock climbing!" At Dian Wei's order, the Guards Regiment immediately rushed toward the cliff walls on both sides, preparing to scale the rocks.

After hanging up the phone, unexpectedly, Ye Tianyu did not show too much anger. He simply closed his eyes and slowly suppressed the turbulent emotions in his heart. He always felt that there must be something wrong with all of this.

"I know you are doing this because of your parents' dying admonition, and you don't have to step into my world, but could you at least allow me to enter yours?" Hope flickered in An Lengling's eyes.

Thinking of how Fang Jiashe had said yesterday that Brother Yu hadn't looked for her for many days and seemed to be forgetting her, she guessed it must be for the same reason—they were not seductive enough.

"Are you even awake, man?" Yin Rongyu cast a sidelong glance at Tian Jiao in the passenger seat. Wearing sunglasses, he didn't have to worry about anyone seeing the malicious glint in his eyes.

"I don't know much about these things; just handle it as you see fit. Of course, if his position is too high, you'd better discuss it with Minister Li. After all, having him backing you up will make things much easier," Ye Tianyu said with a smile, his tone completely free of any bitterness.

"Cang Yi of the Ghost Clan's Lianyue Tribe!" This Ghost Clan cultivator was impressively a Ghost General-level expert, comparable to a human cultivator at the Soul Formation stage. His slender figure, stern expression, and gloomy complexion were more than enough to demonstrate his formidable strength.

Historically, Liu Bei easily separated the two men at this exact moment, making both of them believe that his martial prowess was astonishing, which was why they willingly acknowledged him as their elder brother. But what was the reality? The two of them had been testing each other's strength for so long that they were already on the verge of exhaustion; anyone with just a tiny bit of strength left could have pulled them apart.

This spear thrust straight into the zombie's head, piercing a massive hole right through its skull. The zombie wavered for a couple of times before collapsing heavily to the ground.

This mysteriously appearing young man was not very tall, around fourteen or fifteen years old, dressed in a white Hanfu robe with wide sleeves and flowing lapels, wooden clogs on his feet, and a crown on his head. With every gesture and movement, he exuded an air of romantic elegance, much like an immortal being.

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Using soul resonance as his medium of narration, Xu Shan recounted the events of a hundred years ago in less than half a quarter of an hour.

Eastern Emperor Taiyi in the snow valley threw the ice spear with almost all of his remaining strength and then collapsed onto the ground.

"What is happening?" Just as Mo Zilin was struck by doubt, a deafening explosion suddenly resounded in the distance, and the thousand-zhang-long black phoenix was blasted into a wave of black Qi that dissipated far into the distance.

From Lin Tianyou's memories, it was learned that Old Man Yang's family made a living by selling tofu pudding at the street corner. Judging by the sound, they were clearly grinding soybeans overnight to boil tofu pudding.

The first adventurous trial had yielded great rewards. Not only were all tasks completed, but their cultivation levels had also improved, and the journey back was filled with laughter and cheerful chatter.

Therefore, those who ultimately stood out and entered the Eight-Star Class were all elites. In the eyes of these elites, the trash in the One-Star Class were simply not worth befriending, as they might be eliminated at any moment and would have no future intersection—it would be a pure waste of breath.

The plaza before the Chengming Hall was already a sea of people, clamorous and deafening. Even from afar, the smell of gunpowder hung heavy in the air. When Lu You and the others landed, many people paid them no mind and continued their loud commotion.

Lin Jingyi was the first to break the silence, speaking in a somewhat languid tone. He recognized Old Fourth Qiao of the Chang'an Casino, but the leader of the Heavenly Extremity Gang was unfamiliar to him.

Then, in the blink of an eye, it transformed into the likeness of Tang Jun, pouncing toward the dazed Di Ying. A wave of intense, defiant consciousness surged toward Tang Jun's mind. Having anticipated this long ago, Tang Jun naturally would not let it succeed, fiercely suppressing the entity down.

"This is impossible!! Go to hell! Hahaha!" Just when everyone thought Emil would yield, he suddenly burst into a fit of hysterical laughter.

Zhang Wu had come specifically for the hot spring water heater. As the three of them were chatting, a servant announced that an elderly man claiming to be the steward of the Prince of Ruyang's estate was asking for an audience.

Jian He intended to say a few words to comfort him, but before the words could even reach her throat, Xuan Yi abruptly dropped to his knees, opened his arms, and tightly embraced her body.

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Driven by a sense of jealousy, Lin Ai still sidled closer, wanting to see what 9S was up to, preferably finding a way to make him humiliate himself thoroughly in front of 2B.

Now, facing an artificial star, there were no such concerns. There was neither terrifying gravity nor complex flare activity; igniting and extinguishing it were entirely under one's control, allowing for the maximum mitigation of risks and enhancement of power.

With a crisp sound, the data fragments that had been spinning in the air finally merged, forming a glowing storage drive that fell from above and landed right in Jian He's open palm.

Technical Center Group 1 Leader Zhou Dongliang, Group 2 Leader Liu Changyong, Group 3 Leader Wu Xiaodong, and Group 4 Leader—the expert Zhou Hua.

"Elder Yuan, you flatter me. I only came today to seek justice, and I didn't expect to disturb you, Elder Yuan," Ling Hao replied with a smile, surprised to find that not long after his arrival, both Lin Pingzhi and Elder Yuan had shown up.

For someone like Xuanxuanzi who viewed coming and going with total indifference, each departure did not cause Tang Jiezhong to feel sorrowful or reluctant to part; it merely left him with a lingering trace of melancholy.

Seeing Ling Hao withdraw his hand and noting that Yan Xuanji's vital signs had stabilized, Ancestor Panyuan could no longer hold back and asked.

The masked man naturally understood what Li Xin was saying, but at that moment, neither of them dared to utter a sound. Their eyes filled with rage as they stared fixedly at Li Xin's back.

Guo Wei, standing behind him, had not made a move nor spoken a word. Tonight, he was merely observing Lu Haodong quietly from the sidelines.

"Hehe, Li Xin, very good. I didn't expect your life to be so tenacious. But no matter how tenacious you are, one day I will make you beg for mercy in regret," a chilling voice echoed from within.

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