Did Substitute Number 58 play today?

Yet the instigators, Chu Haotian and his companions, had already left Snow Swallow City by this time. They were now on their way to Shanqing Temple, riding a flying beast at breakneck speed. As for the astonishing scene that suddenly appeared in the sky above the Divine Mountain of Ten Thousand Laws, in truth, it was the Tribulation of the Battle God. However, since Xuanyuan Lihuo had not truly entered the realm of the Battle God, the tribulation dissipated entirely before it could fully form.

"You..." Zhao Mu was so angry he could hardly speak, but seeing his younger brother's shameless antics, he could only give up in the end; though he wanted to teach him a lesson, he couldn't bear to do it.

The burly man, furious after being struck, suddenly produced a dagger from somewhere and lunged at Han Yang. Seeing this unfold, I ignored the bald wolf and everyone else nearby. My heart held only one conviction: Han Yang helped me, so I must stand by him.

The elder in black grew utterly despondent; not only could he not face the three Dragon Riders, he wasn't even a match for Li Feng before him. Without the slightest resistance, he laid his sword directly on the ground.

Karl explained, "This is a shallow-sea vessel; deep-sea vessels and universal types have much larger spaces."

This time, the thousand Behemoths Xu Yong brought did not travel with Xu Feng. After they left Beast Emperor City together, Jin Yin started a fight with Xu Yong. The incident stemmed from a wound Xu Yong inflicted on Jin Yin many years ago.

Lin Canghai listened and suddenly remembered it was Li Lifen's birthday—he had completely forgotten. His aunt was always good to him, sometimes a little too good.

Zhang San rubbed his eyes hard. The long sword before him remained—this was no illusion. He grabbed the sword, and a powerful force surged through his body. A treasured sword, a peerless treasure.

Tian Yuan forced a bitter smile, then stealthily reached for Zhang Manman, grabbing her delicate hand when she wasn't paying attention.

Ye Xiu sneered coldly, squeezing the Wrath Emissary's neck in his large hand and slamming him hard onto the stage.

This man trampled her dignity time and again; what right did he have to expect her to love him deeply?

Even at a height of over ten meters, improper handling could still lead to injury, or even mortal danger.

"How vile was she, for you to hate her enough to want her dead?" the man spoke, not harshly, but with a chilling undertone.

The masked man didn't bother with banter. "I'll take this flower back to the clan first and let the clan's physicians see if they can develop an antidote." He took the withered corpse-poison flower that Muran presented, though by rights, it should have been the one Yue Shu handed over.

Prince Kongling watched his figure fade into the distance and desperately rammed the barrier, injuring himself all over, yet unable to damage it in the slightest.

Meanwhile, three miles away, the Night Owl, master of the Witch Gate, who was summoned back by Twin Immortal Sect elders, was so terrified on arrival that he broke down and fled immediately.

Sensing someone enter, the man reached up and removed his hat, exposing his face—he looked young, but his complexion was poor, heavy dark circles under his eyes, and his gaze was weary and half-open, seeming utterly exhausted.

Everything happens in its own order. After waiting so long for Dai Yuanxin to become a vegetative state, what right did this impoverished heiress have to compete with me for Shi Yeting?

Originally, it was expected that after half an hour, Marshal Xiahou would lead the human army to the designated spot, then launch a pincer attack to help the trapped humans in Sea City break through the encirclement.

From the restroom came the noisy clamor of Shi Hua, claiming to show her online followers a live broadcast of the typhoon. However, she seemed to hit network issues, with the audio and video cutting in and out, leaving her frustrated.

To Lin Ming's surprise, the sharp spike suddenly transformed into a tentacle, which coiled around the Black Dragon Sword in his hand and crawled steadily up his arm.

Lu Yiyun quietly committed the knowledge to memory, hoping it might one day help her refute a customer.

A child raised in indulgence can endure hardship; material deprivation is bearable. But a rupture with someone whose bond is closer than father and son is spiritual torment, and not being with one's mother is another spiritual torment.

Old Seven swung his warhammer, blasting several zombies to bits. He surveyed the terrain—next to him was a cement sign that read "Chair Mountain Ecological Reserve."

"Are all those with powers so formidable, to the point of being unkillable?" Wang Peng was taken aback.

After saying this, the homeroom teacher's lips curled in satisfaction; after all, the sentence contained a difficult phrase that no middle schooler could possibly translate.

With his clan uncle’s words, the black-clad wood-spike man relaxed a little. Soon, Mr. Chu’s aura subsided, becoming calm and no longer soaring skyward.

"Haha..." Watching the nauseating scene on stage, Xing Yang was filled with resentment against the cunning Angel.

He neither pushed away nor struggled, simply letting Zhou Xiuna tempt him, while he enjoyed delicious food and wine amidst her beauty.

The flying serpents could not touch the man; they could only gnaw at the ice crystals, producing crunching sounds.

The five nodded, their respect for the Chief Protector boundless, and followed him, leaping off into the distance.

"You find a cauldron currently refining pills. The challenger and I will enter together. Whoever lasts longer wins; if you can't endure, you lose outright. Do you dare to compete?" Earth Armor steeled himself, determined not to let Gold Horn and Silver Horn be affected.

Earth Armor labored to stretch out his hand, taking the bowl, tilting his head, and bringing it to his lips. The moment the water touched his lips, he tasted its sweetness—surely the finest water in the Immortal Realm.