Volume One, Chapter 21: The Little Heifer Takes a Flight!

In the end, not only did Liang Yeyong go, but several elders from the Primordial Academy also attended, along with curious mentors eager to witness the spectacle. Ye Ling’s sole purpose this time was to find a sparring partner to practice sword techniques with, engaging solely in blade combat throughout.

With a loud bang, Gu Yun Zhe placed the ice crystal on the dry street, then reverted to his original form. Meanwhile, the sorcerer in midair, seeing Gu Yun Zhe emerge from the water, withdrew the hurricane, leaving only the whirlpool in the cold pond still roaring and spinning.

For Carlisle’s system of “infinite counter,” the real threat is the absence of a system. You may have any system you like—but he excels at breaking systems.

In the Flower Valley, Ye Chen’s courtyard remained as lively as ever, attracting many Yi girls daily, especially Ji Ke Xiuyuan, who was even more enthusiastic than before, almost treating the place as her own home.

To celebrate their miraculous survival, Xie Yuyao laid out a table full of delicious dishes tonight: chopped chili fish head, braised fish, a plate of savory pig’s trotters, and old duck soup with soybeans.

Though most did not understand such knowledge, for those who had never left Qingzhou City, the village chief was the highest authority.

Although his power was rapidly increasing and he could still contend with mid-level warriors, he was no match for the direct onslaught of the great powers from influential families.

Lin Xu was uncertain how to explain it, but his intuition suggested it might be related to Shen Ruonian. After all, he had been observing Zhou Yan’s attitude toward Shen Ruonian recently.

Until the very last moment of the match, he believed the eastern side actually wanted to defeat the west, so he fought hard on defense until the end.

Other warships submerged one after another, encircling the flagship as it steadily sailed toward the ocean floor. Zhang Debiao looked around anxiously; only the flagship maintained a magical shield to ensure air circulation inside, while the rest were underwater, with sea soldiers swimming like fish, even more agile than on land.

Li Feng, Tank, and Old K had reached the enemy’s missile base, witnessing rows of missiles launched into the sky.

The “Flying Eagle” aside, the other three units of the Armed Police—“Snow Leopard” stationed in Beijing under the Beijing Armed Police Corps, “Wolf Fang” in Chongqing under the Chongqing Armed Police Corps, and “Lightning,” the special forces unit under the Armed Police Headquarters—each had their own domain.

Al Jones quickly regained consciousness and rejoined the battle, while Apat’s projection was once again battered into near collapse by three scoundrels.

“Look!” Baidilun extended his left hand, revealing a platinum ring set with jade gleaming brilliantly on his left ring finger.

It was strange—no one understood the second scan’s mechanism, but the combat power showed that Zero and Tianxia Wushuang were nearly equal.

Moreover, that area was a university hub, with at least six universities besides Zhongtian University nearby. Nowadays, college students’ spending power was incomparable to the past; just catering to their business could yield a fortune.

Before them suddenly appeared a vast river, quietly flowing out from a spatial rift in the sky, winding in midair as it slowly streamed toward the land. Yet there was no riverbed below—only a dark, yawning chasm of unknown width and depth. The river flowed silently down into this abyss.

After delivering gifts and handling Long Jin Xing, Chen Weizheng felt it was time to rest and awaited the New Year.

“Is he your boyfriend?” Jingjing was no fool; seeing Zhou Lanlan remain silent, she guessed aloud.

The Thorn Talisman! Yang Zipei screamed in agony as spiritual barbs pierced him, then launched even more frenzied attacks on Yuan Fan.

The room was not large—only about thirty or forty square meters, circular in shape. Liu Mang embraced Aguna and walked toward the edge, reaching out to touch the wall.

Originally burdened by intense guilt, Zhu Ming hoped to recover quickly after the New Year and advance his development. Yet he realized that everything was beyond human will.

Most present were Chinese, valuing etiquette and hierarchical order; everything had to proceed naturally. After all, Zhu Ming still bore the title of city lord, issuing orders to the entire leadership of Sumatra Island, so problems were inevitable over time.

Having long witnessed Liu Mang’s prowess, Mark seriously thought to himself: this guy was no human, but a demon.

“This battle is crucial. If we lose, the situation of our Holy Church will become even more dire,” He Bo sighed.

For Lin Xiaofeng, this mission was practically a death sentence.

Li Linpu successfully set a trap in the emperor’s palace and was elated, eagerly awaiting Su Wan’s fall.

“Father! Can Elder Su suppress the opponent?” Yue Junmo asked tremblingly; the mere presence of the Flame Giant Demon shook his heart and shattered his calm.

Yin and Yang energies instantly flowed into the Yin-Yang formation, and the Tower of Babel now displayed two new colors—black and white.

Yang Cong had intended to enter the Immortal Spirit Island directly but unfortunately encountered the island’s array.

“Rogue, you finally came! I thought you wouldn’t show,” at this moment, Dongfang Aoxue promptly embraced Mu Chen, her face flushed, the scent of wine lingering as she spoke earnestly.

The purple mist surged grandly, rising to the clouds and dispersing in all directions.

Jiang Shuihan’s face twisted into a sinister, cruel grin, sharpening his features. If Yang Renzhi failed, he could summon Luo Yuanben, who lay in ambush nearby, to publicly capture him with impunity.

Just as the convoy was about to exit the valley, sudden chaos erupted—dozens of arrows shot forth like lightning.

The explorers aboard the ship grew excited and urged the captain to steer toward the mirage on the sea.

Behind her, three sisters wore expressions of disdain as they slowly approached Lin Shiyun and Ye Feng.

Under the watchful eyes of all gamblers and casino kings, the duel between the two gambling champions commenced.

Ling Na anxiously watched Nie Feng, who had still not awakened after a whole day.

For a moment, the clash of foot and hand strikes became fierce. Mu Chen’s attacks were fierce and domineering, while Sha Mei was no less formidable, engaging in a wild contest without yielding.

He might have been impatient or angry with others, but not with He Weijian, the manager who had supported him since his debut. To him, He Weijian was more than a manager—a family figure in many ways.