Volume 1, Chapter 52: The Teaching Assistant Debuts

Ziyu was so angry at this that she laughed instead. With a cold snort, she leisurely took a step back and sat down on the newly delivered sandalwood armchair.

Muyun did not seem to disbelieve that there was no barrier ahead; or rather, he trusted his own previous attempt even more! Since there was no barrier blocking the way, what were they still waiting here for?

He even dared to play the intimacy card. However, if he thought that calling her Big Brother Ye would make Mo Qionglan go easy on him, he was entirely mistaken.

Hearing this, Ziyu, who was walking away in the distance with a calm and natural facade, stumbled and nearly fell off her horse.

Upon hearing the words "Heavenly Thunder and Earthly Fire," Xiao Yushao's expression changed slightly, and her gaze toward the Thunder Beauty instantly grew a few shades harsher.

Now, how could he find an angle to make Zhai Yi voluntarily relinquish his shares and sell them to him?

The Black Sea Clan—she could not let those eighteen thousand and more cultivators of the Black Sea Clan be completely blasted out of existence by this Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation.

Lin Zixi remained just as she always was, putting on a strong celebrity airs. Even on an occasion like this, she refused to take off her sunglasses, maintaining a fashionable yet somewhat arrogant demeanor.

She simply could not understand it: whether she did it or not, she suffered from sleep deprivation; yet as for that fellow Mo Xiuyuan, regardless of whether they did it or not, he always looked this full of vitality.

Mo Shaohua stared blankly at the hilt of the blade he held in his hand, staring blankly as the same red blood flowing through his veins stained his hands, his astonished face also covered in blood.

The Painted Halberd stabbed vertically into the ground before transforming into streaks of light that vanished, merging into Yang Fan's body. Realizing that the situation was hopeless and that he could no longer effectively hunt them down, Yang Fan's gaze flickered. Turning around, he transformed into a streak of escaping light and prepared to leave.

With a deafening roar, the entire imperial capital trembled. The powerful shockwave instantly sent the middleman in mid-air flying backward several丈 away.

Why was the Sword Palace simply called the Sword Palace? It was not only because everyone inside was a sword cultivator, but even more so because the character of its disciples was practically indistinguishable from a sword—upright and unyielding. It was precisely for this reason that the Sword Palace could become a sect yearned for by all sword cultivators.

"Brother Youcai! I thought I would never see you again!" Su Fu was a mixed bag of grief and joy upon seeing the few of them. Hua Qiao flicked open a dagger and cut the ropes binding him.

***

With such intense nuclear radiation, let alone farming, even habitation was no longer suitable. It was already a stroke of fortune that the entire Black River Forest had not been completely blown to smithy-and-dust.

Resisting while deep in thought, failing to understand the true intention behind the World Seed's action, Yang Fan muttered inwardly.

"But to protect oneself, shouldn't you push the stone to the other side of the mountain?" Beauty Chu asked curiously.

An immortal banished to the mortal realm; a single sword meant that whenever he struck, no one could withstand a single blow.

Ren Hai no longer wished to dwell on what would happen next; it was nothing more than changing the city lord, swapping out a batch of upper management, and returning to the original state. Things turning out like this now only confirmed a part of Ren Hai's conjectures.

She truly had thought that, but Song Xi would never dare to admit it. She looked straight ahead with complete focus, driving the car intently while shaking her head in denial.

At dawn the next day, the banners of the Chu army were already fluttering high above Zigui. After a night of fierce combat, Li Jingwei had been killed in battle, Gao Baorong, Sun Guangxian, and Liu Fu had surrendered, and the majority of both the imperial guards and Guizhou soldiers had been killed or wounded.

Meng Zhi felt as though she were dreaming. Having arrived at Huaxia City for a day, due to her poor skills and frequent mistakes, she had been kicked out of teams many times, and even her classmates refused to team up with her. She never expected to meet the experts her classmates had spoken of today, and these very experts were actually willing to carry her.

When the guests had mostly arrived, Qin Tian gave Qingliu a meaningful look. Qingliu understood and directed several handymen to carry some items up to the stage.

"We shall wait and see." Qingyuan similarly looked at Duanmuyuan. If she could be frightened so easily, she wouldn't be a member of the ultimate assassin organization.

"Boss, Luanwu, leave them to Feng Kuang and me to handle!" Looking at Duan Chen, Xin Sui Wuchen immediately spoke up. At this moment, Xin Sui Wuchen's expression was incomparably gloomy, his eyes brimming with murderous intent.

"Here?" Qingyuan raised her head to look at the snowy mountain. "There is no human habitation here, why come here?" Wasn't she supposed to be a princess of the Misty Snow Kingdom? She had thought he would bring her back to another cage.

"Young Master Jun." Inside the room, Gu Nanxun sat down and spoke to Lang Junlin, who was seated on the adjacent side.

"Roar!" As Duan Chen and the others clicked to confirm, the scene before their eyes instantly turned exceptionally spectacular. Wild, roaring beast cries echoed across the entire sky in an instant, and gigantic dragons burst forth one after another, charging fiercely downward toward Duan Chen and the others below.

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These two were no nameless figures; that Grandmaster Yunjian was a powerhouse from the Yunduan Sword Sect, known for his upright and unyielding character. His reputation within the righteous path was quite illustrious, and he was a renowned figure throughout the entire northern region.

Because those ninjas could not move their feet, they simply raised their samurai swords and unleashed a wave of blade Qi, attempting to annihilate those terrifying bolts of lightning.

Saionji Sachiko's gaze was also filled with deep trepidation; she worried that Su Qiubai would leave, especially given how she had treated him in the past.

Zhang Batian fell into a slight contemplation. Mo Qing's identity was special; she was a member of an international dark organization, and the forces at her disposal were simply not something he could contend with.

Yeqiang knew his own level well; wanting to stop Yekuang could only rely on his other abilities...

"Impolite fellow, I came all this way only to be called an old man this and an old man that by you. What is wrong with society today? Do you not know how to respect the elderly?" As he spoke, he reached out and patted Zhang Haofeng on the head.

The competition was being held right in Beidu, yet they dared to pull off such a stunt. Were they truly not afraid of failing to leave China alive?

Drinking as he spoke, he said, "Why aren't you drinking such fine red wine? Damn it, it's got a kick, much better than what I usually drink." By the time he said this, he had already finished an entire bottle of red wine.

After he finished speaking, the veteran students below chorused their agreement, completely forgetting that it was they themselves who had wanted to teach Su Qiubai a lesson in the first place.

"I have long heard that Sect Master Zhu possesses peerless grace and a celestial bearing. Upon seeing her today, I realize the rumors pale far in comparison to reality. How could Sect Master Zhu's elegance ever be captured in mere rumors?" A man walked out from the darkness, dressed in sky-blue attire resembling a court eunuch. Clean-shaven and smooth-faced, he showered Zhu Qingcheng with praise the moment he saw her.

"I can find everything else here; it's just that we're missing one thing right now," the Maoshan Taoist priest said, feigning extreme seriousness.

Yue Qingcheng did not know whether he felt a sense of loss; on their return journey, he refused to even take a carriage, choosing instead to walk on foot.