Volume 1, Chapter 65: The Inner Peak Assessment (Part 2)

Shui Ziyue was pulled into the car by Si Wu. Before she could even wave goodbye to that fellow, the vehicle roared to life and sped away.

However, when her gaze fell upon the man who had drifted into a near-unconscious state, other thoughts suddenly arose within her.

Shi Tuo should be returning soon as well. He did not yet know that Elder Shi and the others had all come to the capital. Upon his return, seeing the General's Estate so bustling with activity, she wondered what his thoughts would be. She knew he had always disliked old Madam Shi and Shi Can's siblings.

Having heard those words just moments ago, Mu Lingsha decided that even if she could not wake Shen Ye up, she must not implicate the Eight Divine Temples.

Unexpectedly, the moment Fang Tianya touched her clothes, a pitch-black snake suddenly darted out from within her garments.

Realizing this, the Imperial Ancestor, who was already heavily injured, instantly turned pale—looking even worse than death. His body felt as though every ounce of strength had been drained from it, and he collapsed limply to the ground.

Resuscitation efforts had already begun inside the ambulance. Ning Jing merely made a phone call to notify the Gu family to come over, without taking any other action.

If they remembered correctly, wasn't there a special emphasis placed on this? Even if Shi Yi came and they saw her, they were under no circumstances allowed to let her in.

The food competition battle now began. Gu Xiao started contending for food with the other three, though whether those three would actually bother to fight Gu Xiao for provisions remained uncertain.

Companion beasts possessed tenacious vitality and could survive in any environment. The harsher and more arduous the conditions, the stronger companion beasts would grow and evolve.

Fang Deren was indeed somewhat tempted; this batch of machinery was exceedingly cheap, costing enough to buy two of these for the price of one previous model.

Zi Feng raised her head, looking at Chen Jun with tear-filled eyes, then wrapped her arms tightly around him, resting her head against his other shoulder.

Qin Yuqing's murmurs, falling upon Chen Jun's ears at this moment, were undoubtedly equivalent to dropping a spark into a powder keg. Chen Jun raised his head, ending the long and lingering, passionate kiss with Qin Yuqing, and gazed at her quietly.

Essentially, Bushnell's ousting was simply Warner Corporation utilizing the founding team leader until he had lost his utility value after they had acquired what they wanted, subsequently driving Bushnell out and replacing him with a poached professional management team. Such practices were actually quite common in the United States.

Zhao Kang did not rush to cultivate; instead, he wandered around the surrounding area. After all, there was plenty of time, and sharpening the axe would not delay the work of cutting wood.

Mi Hanyue smiled at Chen Jun and Ding Zhiyuan, gesturing for them to go inside, while she turned and walked back downstairs.

Even the dissolution of the Soviet Union had, in reality, occurred quietly, without the fierce military warfare people had imagined. This undoubtedly shocked many people and shattered their expectations.

Qian Ning’er smiled and said, "My dear Pi brother, could I possibly lie to you? I can definitely, positively, and firmly tell you that he is indeed at the late Out-of-Body stage."

However, formidable as he was, he was no match for the might of the English Navy. Once the naval arrest warrant was issued, he had been forced into hiding, unable to operate for half a month.

These were the scattered spiritual traces that only manifested after a martial battle-body suffered severe trauma—a devastating blow that injured the very foundation of a professional practitioner, namely, the heritage seed.

Xia Liu lowered her arm. Had Feng Yuan spoken even a fraction slower, her crossbow bolts would have already been fired.

Sakura Thirty-Eight led everyone into the courtyard where the master rested, and they stood before the entryway. At that moment, a night breeze swept by, droplets fell from the startled bamboo beneath the red-leafed tree, and ripples stirred the pond water. A dragonfly skimmed across the water's surface, while the incessant chirping of cicadas echoed endlessly.

Susanoo forced back OOR, then deployed the twin-phase beam cannon at its waist, firing a single blast directly at the off-balance OOR. This blast was so immensely powerful that even the GN field could not defend against it, leaving Setsuna with no choice but to pilot his mobile suit into evasive maneuvers. Just as he dodged the beam cannon, Susanoo closed in aggressively once more, their blades clashing fiercely and sending sparks flying in all directions.

"Was that...?" Anyone Xia Liu had ever met left an impression on her. Even without seeing the face of the person sitting opposite Lu Li, she knew it was Wenya.

For such an incident to occur during an event hosted by the National Sports Administration—if word got out, everyone would lose face completely.

Yesterday, although she was drunk, her mind had been as clear as a mirror. She still clearly remembered seeing those distinct fingernail impressions on Weiwei's palm.

Those densely packed multi-winged blood-bats selectively pinned down their group, and the moment their prey showed the slightest sign of attempting a breakthrough, they would launch suicidal attacks with utter disregard for their own lives.

Xia Liu briefly recounted her recent situation. She was not particularly skilled at expressing her emotions; even though her longing for Lu Li grew as wildly as untamed weeds in her heart, her outward demeanor remained calm and detached.

In fact, domestic design firms had consistently extended invitations to him; it was simply that he had never entertained the notion of developing his career here.

This was because the past events concerning the divine-void era had long since vanished into the dust of history, forgotten by virtually all young living beings.

Toward such an unpretentious display of disdain, Tan Ling could not be bothered to argue and merely gave a perfunctory response.

"You must hold on tight. If you fall off, I won't take responsibility," Mo Nanchen said, reaching behind him to support her bottom and making sure she was holding on securely before moving forward.

At some point, he had released her wrist, and she instinctively gripped the fabric of his shirt, surrendering as he breached her defenses and wantonly plundered her mouth.

What the emperor spoke of referred to Mo Yuan's startled heart upon seeing the assassin, yet the emperor himself found his mind entangled in confusion.

Fang Su furrowed his brows, his expression sour—it was evident the other party was trying to take advantage of him.

"Three years ago... Three years ago, when I took my wife and child out to sea, we didn't encounter a shipwreck at all. It was a sea monster!" The agony suppressed in the depths of his heart for five years could finally be poured out. Looking at Baili, Zhu Dayong saw a savior.