Chapter 54

They each held the card indicating their match number, randomly assigned by staff through the system. The pairing between the two teams was entirely random, unrelated to skill but dependent on fate and luck.

Before Su Xingyue stood Xu Yue, who had shed all airs and was eager to cooperate with her.

Jun Qinghong’s hands, clutching a bone, were bloodied from the strain, crimson spots staining the gray-white bone. Yet, no pain marked Jun Qinghong’s face; instead, a wicked smirk curled at the corners of her lips, her gaze growing sharper, her stance lowering once more to steady herself.

When she finished speaking, Yan Cheng’s body trembled slightly, and in the next moment, that sly face of Yao Zhi broke into an expression of immense joy.

The guardians of the clans and the royal residences still occupied the central seats of the main hall, their arrangement unchanged from four months prior. The Yun family and the Mu family were prominently present.

His voice now, magnetic with a hint of hoarseness, whispered in Su Xingyue’s ear, enchanting her somewhat.

“...” Su Xingyue stood stunned nearby, watching as Gu Tiantian was once again surrounded by reporters, her face full of helplessness.

The Empress’s health had greatly improved, yet Tang Rongrong continued to indulge in her petulance as before, courting disaster.

Closing her eyes, Lin Yin recalled the scene where Jin Ranzan pushed the pregnant Xie Fangfeng off the cliff.

That day, he vaguely remembered Jun Qing saying he was a man of exceptional luck, which explained why the candidates, as if bewitched, offered their wooden plaques with both hands.

As dawn approached, Gu Chen realized this could not continue; if Jun Hui woke up soon, they could no longer delay.

The Outer Realm was not a place where everyone was so sharp. With my cultivation, even if stranded there, I would be among the elite youth. Yet this fellow so casually disrespected me, indifferent to my presence—such arrogance would surely lead to a tragic end.

Including Feng Luoyu, everyone shuddered in unison, unwilling to imagine further.

This is the pragmatist’s way: once something is deemed useless, it is destroyed immediately. Such a mindset is hard to contend with.

How could a figure, eerie and terrifying all over, holding a severed head, leaping from fifty meters high, not be dangerous?

After learning the outcome, Li Tian ceased his attempts. He had tested many times: either consumed or unnoticed, there was no boundary between them.

A flicker of hope crossed my eyes—if anyone dared to harm Jiang Lele, they would be in for misfortune.

Thinking of Lone Wolf lifted Tang Yun’s spirits. During the battle near KW13, Lone Wolf must have witnessed the emergence of the Z0 Star Gate. Tang Yun guessed that Lone Wolf wouldn’t risk piloting a mech into the gate recklessly. If there were opportunities in the future to confront him, this would be a double-edged strategy.

Yet despite this, Jun Shang Li Tian decreed: within a month, the four towns must reach population saturation without forced relocations—hence Li Bingsan and the others’ decision to besiege but not assault Dijiang Village.

We had somehow returned to the state when we had the car accident, sitting again in that van, while the three vehicles ahead, all clones, were being struck one after another by rolling wooden stakes, their tires slipping, becoming unstable.

More than ten beast king guards entered in succession. With the help of Cai Feng and the old witch doctor, they finally dragged out the deformed warship. Wei Jinyun and Su Ruo’s posture was strange: Wei Jinyun held Su Ruo close while pushing forward with both hands.

Zheng Dan lay quietly, eyes still closed, her face splattered with muddy rainwater. Fan Li grasped her sleeve and gently wiped her clean.

Ji Shi nodded but said no more, vanishing from Ye Xingli’s sight with a flash.

With one hand gripping the infusion stick, he snatched a large cleaver and mercilessly severed the opponent’s tendons, eliciting agonized screams.

Before collapsing drunk, Xu Yin used his last clear moment to snap his fingers, then fell into a deep slumber as time froze.

Darius’s booming voice exploded in Chen Xi’s ear, reminding him he was a Noxian soldier of iron and blood glory. Chen Xi called out to Darius.

In that instant, Bai Fu lost all bodily sensation; a golden light flashed before his eyes, and a sensation of weightlessness swept over him.

The pale-skinned youth froze, sensing grave danger as he prepared to retreat, when a golden silhouette struck his temple with a punch.

Two horses clashed on the battlefield, their commanders locked in fierce combat. Military ranks on both sides shouted and waved flags, drums pounding incessantly.

“First find my wife,” Xiao Xian said earnestly, worried for Lu Ming, who was already frightened by his injuries; if she got lost again, her fear would only deepen.

One hundred eighty years later, Chen Fengyu stood atop Absolute Sword Mountain in the Windstorm Realm, activating the Five Elements barrier. Ignoring the siege of eight fifth-rank ancestors, he manipulated five-colored spiritual threads to slice through the entire mountain, drawing a broken sword tip and the peak into a gray vortex.

At first, seeing the talent section, Ye Shuang showed mild surprise; upon seeing the skills, he was utterly stunned.

Zheng Shijue trembled as he handed over a photo—a black-and-white image wrapped carefully in yellow oiled cloth. Though Zheng Shijue was covered in blood and grime, the photo remained pristine, revealing how meticulously it was preserved.

At Yu Zhiqian’s hometown, Zhang Jie’s cold skin noodles on Guanghui Road hadn’t opened for over a day. Regular customers and locals knew something big had happened—Zhang Jie had been summoned to prepare her noodles elsewhere, even receiving a special car and generous payment.

In contrast, the siblings Jiang Xiaoyun and Jiang Xiaotian showed few anomalies despite gaining greater benefits.

When the word “dismissal” was heard, the students below cheered loudly. Ye Shuang brightened; the warm, approachable old man was the principal of Yinshan High School, whom Ye Shuang had liked since first grade. Even in a parallel world, he remained a humorous figure.