Volume 1, Chapter 60: I'm Not Kidding, I'm Actually Dying
On the basketball court, the morale of the Taoyuan team plummeted to rock bottom following this crushing blow. If the stark, glowing numbers on the scoreboard made them feel the sting of reality, then He Jing's thunderous, violently unmatched slam dunk pierced their hearts and left them utterly speechless.
Sang Sang butchered and dissected the fish and pigs. Upon anatomical examination, their internal structures were found to be completely identical to naturally grown creatures. The meat quality was average, with a low spiritual energy content, though the purity was quite decent.
Behind Xiao Qingtian, the Heaven-Awe Sword leapt upward, and in a fraction of a moment, arrived before him.
Recalling the fortune told to them earlier by the Daoist scholar in robes, the group suddenly plunged into panic. Exchanging glances, as if having made some momentous decision, their faces twitched with agonizing reluctance, heartbroken beyond measure.
Just as the voices faded, two middle-aged men suddenly appeared within everyone's line of sight, striding side by side, covering ten yards with every step as they walked toward the ring.
The ferocious tiger halted before him, transforming with a sound of a rush into a violent gale that surged in all directions, striking the glass windows behind with a continuous, dense clattering.
Finally, the exotic fragrance in his palm condensed into a bead and vanished within it. Without another word, the black-robed servant departed, seemingly to have a serious talk with his master.
Indeed, Murong Chong's body simply could not be warmed. Even when he was wrapped near the fire inside the ox-hide tent, his body remained as cold as iron. Fortunately, however, the frost on his eyebrows and eyelashes had melted, and Liu Yong occasionally wiped away the melting frost trickling down his hair.
The Emperor of Qin sat upright upon the dragon throne, uttering not a word. An imperial aura permeated the air, sending chills down the spines of everyone in the grand hall.
Reporting Lu Kang's condition to Sun Ce, the latter would also have Yu Ji bring some fine nourishing tonics into the city.
Wang Lei felt a soft sensation beneath his feet, unlike ordinary soil, feeling much more like the rhizomes of aquatic plants, and indeed, these weeds closely resembled the water plants of Earth.
Li Yunchi had seen the shadowless surgical lamp before, back when he had performed surgery on the prince, and this was only the second time he laid eyes on it.
Shu Jingyu was six years her senior. Four years ago, when she returned to China, he had already begun to make his mark in the entertainment industry. Being extremely busy, he had only shown his face on the day she returned home.
And Shulan stopped just two or three centimeters away from his cheek, stroked his face, and proudly lifted her chin.
Rong Haozhou looked at Qin Ziqiao with a complex expression, his slightly cool fingertips covering her eyelids as he remained silently mute.
The situation was different from just now. All seven primordial spirits were on guard, remaining clustered together and linking their formations. It would not be easy for him to launch a sneak attack, and with the White Tiger Daoist eyeing them menacingly, he would have at most a single chance with his sword, with zero possibility of delivering a follow-up strike.
Qiao Xuan unleashed over a dozen sword filaments, slicing the demonic light into more than ten segments before ignoring it entirely. These major demons who had cultivated an undying body were extremely difficult to kill; only by locating the demonic consciousness hidden within their bodies could they be completely eradicated.
Nian Suisui screamed until her voice tore, but no matter how she cried out, the two people downstairs never stopped their movements.
The crucial point was that Wang Li's subordinate officers and soldiers also needed to accumulate military achievements through combat; no commander who offered no battles to fight would retain their loyalty.
Hearing this, the Wild Wolf grew even more furious. Staring straight into Ding He's eyes, he exerted force in secret, gripping Ding He's right hand and squeezing hard.
Consort Yu was sleeping soundly, half of her face covered by the quilt, completely unaware that Xiang Yu had arrived.
As a general of Chu, using territory conquered by the Chu army as a bribe for the King of Chu—if word of this got out, where would Mi Xin save face? Furthermore, Prince Pei would be reduced to a rebellious general holding too many troops and growing too ambitious.
In this profession, one must maintain a constant smile; otherwise, switching between a bitter melon face and a wrathful guardian deity would be a miracle if the clients weren't scared to death.
And now, Feifei spoke up, wishing to leverage Lin Chuan's status to get up there. As a friend, she could only do her utmost and leave the rest to fate.
"Realizing you need to kneel and beg for mercy only now—isn't it a bit too late?" Tang Jing glanced at Chen Qiu and sneered.
Although such obstacles could not halt his advance, the sensation of shattering them only for them to relentlessly cling on was intensely irritating to the White Bear.
Reasonably speaking, this headmaster was truly exceptional and shouldn't be feared, but those in the know understood precisely what kind of situation would unfold if this headmaster lost his temper.
Ziliang shook his head. His thoughts were currently in utter chaos, and his heart grew increasingly tense.
Watching his own Thunder-Light Sword Technique fuse with the Wind Principle to form a giant wind-and-lightning sword that tore through the void and cleaved toward Lin Feng with the force of a bamboo splitting, Lu Yafei could not help bursting into laughter.
Seeing undead creature after undead creature torn to shreds, Luo Rulong was in no hurry. Raising his staff, he began chanting incantations once more. Green beams of light shot forth, binding and controlling one undead creature after another. Facing these low-level undead creatures ranging from levels one to three, Luo Rulong found control effortless.
With that, he suddenly raised his hand and dealt me a fierce slap directly across the face. My cheek burned with intense pain, yet I still offered no word of rebuttal.
"Fengling, what's going on? Didn't you say that the first wave of attacks when we came in last time only had four tier-one red-furred beasts? Why are there so many this time? On the battlefield, everything is no laughing matter!" Fighting desperately, Wang Ze could not help asking.
Seeing the two deliverymen halt after moving the plush toy into the hall, Liu Mengmeng completely ignored everyone's astonished expressions and smiled brightly, asking them to carry the toy up to her room upstairs. She certainly didn't think she could move such a massive toy herself; if she failed to move it, she was certain to be crushed to death underneath it.
The sounds of explosion had long since ceased. Several mountain peaks on Poison Dragon Island had been collapsed by the concussions, and the waters of the Myriad Poison Dragon Pool gradually grew calm.
Only the Grand Matriarch continued to manipulate the yin energy. Among the three people and one ghost, her strength was originally the weakest, and at this point, she could no longer pull out any ultimate techniques.
After seeing Du Yiyao off, Luo Rulong checked the time—it was already four o'clock in the morning, with some time still left before dawn. Deciding against returning to sleep, he found a large tree, leaped onto a horizontal branch, and began to regulate his breathing.
This outcome greatly surprised the entire audience, and the burly man from the Mountain Flood Gang least of all expected that his friend would choose to withdraw at the very final moment.
Ten thousand years ago, the four supreme divine beasts were the guardian beasts of the Divine Gods' Domain, protecting the peace of this realm.
"In any case, thank you for what you did." Finally, she reiterated heavily, but words representing such alienation sounded exceptionally grating to his ears.