Did substitute number 38 play today?

What did a sage go through to be slain? Who was it that struck him down? Why was even his legacy forcibly severed?

If that happens, he will completely lose his freedom! By then, wouldn’t he be forced to exhaust himself for the sect’s fortune?

In the end, Lady Wang left, returning to Mandara Manor with a look that said, “Indeed, no man is worth trusting.”

Just as the BF team was recalling to replenish supplies, the UF team, having failed to push the middle turret, headed straight for the dragon pit. Clearly, they intended to seize the opportunity during the few seconds when most of the BF team was back at base to secure the dragon and solidify their advantage.

A blade’s aura flashed through the air, and two more were sliced cleanly in half. The iron staff in Li Kuan’s hand was knocked away by the impact. He staggered back a few steps, a heat rising in his chest, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

What followed was a round of “self-touching,” which, in the eyes of the two men present, was an almost unbearable sight.

“How did you know?” Chu Tianxiong’s voice was icy, undisguised killing intent locking onto Yu Chen. If the youth before him truly hailed from that place, he could only be eliminated. Chu Tianxiong would never allow his family to be destroyed! He had already made up his mind.

“Young Master!” Uncle Zhong hadn’t expected Leng Xuanye to react this way. In the past, he’d been indifferent to everything, except when it came to Mu Zhiruo—then, he cared deeply.

After the three entered, Yao Yao and Chu Chu brought in tea and pastries. Just as Xing Zeyan, Qiong Ling, and Duan Qin had described, upon receiving the tea, they expressed their thanks warmly, their manner very amiable.

How confident must this fellow be in his own body, to dare to challenge Zhou Shan, that monster, in a contest of strength?

His subordinates had only expressed their grievances without mentioning Zhou Yixian’s power, so their captain still had no idea what kind of opponent he was up against.

Looking over, they saw a group already faltering, fighting as they retreated.

The golden “sea,” under the nearby firelight, gleamed brilliant and dazzling, shining like molten gold.

Liang Dong gave a cold laugh, greeting his fellow disciples returning up the mountain, all the while keeping a close eye on these people’s movements.

Zhang Shaozhu came to the ladder, tried climbing up, and once again attempted to open the hatch. It still wouldn’t budge. He had no choice but to climb back down and find Dai Anliu to carry out his only plan.

“Sigh, it’s because we’re all friends. How about this: the 64-proof cellar-aged liquor, three hundred fifty; for the 53-proof sauce aroma, just eighty-eight. I can’t go any lower. You bosses should spare a thought for me.”

Each of these nine spirit serpents was strong enough to fight a divine dragon without defeat. Their might was only a fraction less than that of an imperial clan guarded by an emperor. Legend had it that the nine serpents could form the Nine-Serpent Formation and, for a short time, battle an emperor without losing.

In the forbidden rear mountain of Kunlun Sect stood a cave mansion whose massive stone gate hadn’t opened in over two centuries. The gatekeepers had changed countless times over the years.

However, these matters concerned the Flower Clan’s very survival, so Ye Chu naturally wouldn’t recklessly reveal them here.

Frowning as he tallied the casualties, he was surprised to find that though the enemy’s pursuit had been relentless, their own losses were not as heavy as expected.

Ye Jiarou carried a bouquet of roses, wandering around the school and basking in the admiring gazes of others. Suddenly, an idea struck her and she turned toward Ye Chu’s classroom.

The surprise Fang Yan mentioned was, of course, a group debut. With ten years of foreknowledge, if he still couldn’t assemble a group, it would be a waste. In other words, knowing so many future hits, he could pile them up if nothing else.

This Ye Jiarou was truly scheming, setting traps for her own sister both openly and in secret—truly astonishing.

“Poetic talent?” Alice and Sun Suhe exchanged confused looks, gazing expectantly at Lu Weishuang.

Whether you play or not, with so many reports coming out, one way or another, someone is bound to be misled.

Qin Fengyi exclaimed, “Oh my heavens! I didn’t even see the deer! Your Majesty, your archery is simply incredible!” As she spoke, her eyes sparkled.

Just as the two guardians turned to intercept Hammer, Pei Qian extended his hand, and the ball of light shot toward Tan Tian.

Earlier, when she went to see Lu Huai, she had already angered her father. If he found out she was still entangled with Lu Huai, he would surely drag her back to Nanjing.

Venerable Dushan knew his master’s and uncle’s cultivation paths were subtly linked, which was why his master’s overwhelming power had once suppressed his uncle into a chronic illness. Not long ago, he couldn’t help but “invite” Yi Feishi out of the Ancient Wood Hall, fearing that his uncle’s proximity would once again harm the lord, reducing him to a mortal.

Xingxing sat dazed on the ground. “What do I do? What do I do?” she muttered, looking utterly lost.

A terrifying, earth-shaking roar erupted throughout the entire Hunyuan Sect, making it tremble in fear.

The black, dense smoke seemed to provoke a powerful reaction in the Corpse King, causing wave after wave of furious howling to echo through the cave.

With just a thought, Wenxin refocused on dueling with the snowmen before her. She had to concentrate, for now, six snowmen were attacking her instead of three, and the pressure was mounting.

Though the palace now stood exposed to sunlight with the restriction lifted, without a specific secret technique, its doors could not be opened.

Throughout their journey, the group faced many trials. Xiao Tie counted carefully and found they strangely totaled ninety-nine. The climb to the Supreme Buddhist Kingdom alone had taken them a full seven days.

Yet, after returning to the clan and gaining better conditions and resources, these people began developing bad traits that never should have appeared—such as vanity, arrogance, and debauchery; some indulged in every vice imaginable.