Chapter 62: Tigers Aren't Stupid Either

Leaving Wang Bo and heading back to his own residence, Ling Jiyou quietly wore a cold smile, pondering the aforementioned words with a detached mind.

Numerous cultivators harboring lofty ambitions, who believed they could forge new realms and novel techniques through sheer individual willpower, completely lost their confidence in the face of such a cruel reality.

At this thought, Xue Ne could not help breaking out in a cold sweat, his grip on the spear naturally loosening slightly. Yet, the long spear had already been thrust forward and was on the verge of reaching his opponent's glabella; pulling back his strength at this moment was virtually of no use.

Seeing their sect seniors engaged in battle, the young people aboard the vessel rubbed their hands in eagerness, looking ready to leap into action. They awaited only the command from their superiors to immediately rush into the fray and combat the enemy.

"How are the bandits holding up?" Hong Chengchou asked, feigning an expression of deep concern. In truth, when approaching Taiyuan City, he had already dispatched scouts to survey the surrounding area, as he had no desire to sprint all the way to Taiyuan only to be ambushed by enemies akin to the Baoan Army.

However, the Tibetan forces gave the Tang army no respite. The cavalry, standing by on the flanks, directly launched an attack upon receiving the command.

In his room, Zhang Chu stood before the sand table, deep in thought for a long time. Based on intelligence reports from various sources, he felt intuitively that Huang Taiji's true objective this time was more likely directed at the Great Ming. Unsettled, he summoned his staff officers once more to run through the simulations. Their conclusions largely aligned with Zhang Chu's, confirming that Later Jin was indeed preparing to strike against the Ming.

Hearing Zhong Chuyan's words, Yue Chengfeng fixed his gaze ahead and saw that Gong Youming, facing the surging and piercing edge confronting him directly, chose not to retreat. Instead, a faint smile appeared on his face as he assumed a stance, taking action.

Seeing Baobutong once again about to pull a nauseating expression, Yue Chengfeng felt his temples tighten and hurriedly nodded.

In principle, once such experimental subjects were selected, their ultimate destiny was to die within the laboratory walls; there was simply no possibility of them ever emerging alive.

Spitting out yet another fireball, the massive sphere of flame traced a long parabolic arc and smashed toward Gida.

Chu Tian looked over with curiosity, only to see the other party wearing finely carved animal pelts. Moreover, they were covered in soft fur, looking vastly superior to the ordinary hides worn by Red Maiden and her companions.

After much deliberation, although the overall tone of the work remained relatively lighthearted, compared to the entirely campus-centric third volume, this volume was undoubtedly much heavier.

The fallen Tigrex pitifully supported its weight on three claws, while its fractured limb was held aloft.

Sure enough, the body of the silver needle had turned black, proving that a massive accumulation of toxins was present within the deceased's lungs.

Zhou Ye was exceedingly arrogant, relying on his background from the Yin-Yang Taoist Field to dictate whatever he pleased regarding Tang Ming, treating his word as absolute law.

The Akantor did not retreat into the depths of the frigid snow mountains with the departure of winter, but instead chose to continue its rampage across the snow-capped peaks and along the very fringes of the human world.

Yet when this matter genuinely transpired, Ye Qing discovered it was someone who had never appeared in his own world before, aggressive and overbearing the moment they stepped into view.

Unexplainably, Liu He, who had all this time watched in silence without a word, looked toward Zihan and spoke. His voice carried such profound gravity that even as the words left his lips, he himself found them hard to believe.

The screen displayed comments from students on the school forum discussing the incident, every single one filled with praise and emotion for that heart-stopping embrace.

A terrifying force struck like a fierce tiger baring its fangs, causing his entire body to involuntarily shudder.

"Ning Qi," Zhao Qingli's grip tightened. He had gone to great lengths to track down the person spreading rumors about her. Yet she truly was the one spreading rumors in the streets.

Wanting to confront this person head-on, Lou Manyue simply shifted a boulder within her spatial domain to jam the door of Lou Yurue's room, preventing anyone from sneaking into the quarters.

In this manner, Minister Peak Ross became the sole non-legendary minister in a short span of time to have three legendary mages gathered under his command. Such prestige and background were well worth engraving on a tombstone even after death.

He needed to buy Selyah a few outfits that did not accentuate her figure too much; otherwise, the gazes of those male students were simply too grating. He Chen thought to himself as he browsed Taobao.

He never expected him to be so sly, using his physical appeal to make her compromise! As the moon climbed higher, Xiao Tang truly found no reason to remain in her room any longer. After psyching herself up for a long time and taking a few deep breaths, she pushed open Fu Jiyan's bedroom door and stepped inside.

The Jingting Luxue tea brought by the tea merchant Tian family was also a masterpiece among teas; its flavor was rich, mellow, and exceptionally refreshing, making it widely renowned.

"Are you truly prepared to learn swordsmanship from him?" Selyah asked. The old man's parting glance just now had given her the sensation that her disguise had been seen through. Even Zhang Shuoshuo had failed to notice back then that her ears were artificial.

The carriage bumped along while the moonlight outside shone bright and clear. As the clip-clop of the horse's hooves faded, the initial wave of excitement subsided, and my upper and lower eyelids began to droop. Ancient transportation was truly inconvenient; if I had taken the subway, I would have arrived long ago, I thought, closing my eyes before I knew it.

"What immense help have you been to me?" Chi Shi turned her head in astonishment, her expression of bewilderment practically overflowing.

In those short two minutes, Sasuke created four shadow clones and utilized eight Flying Thunder God chakra-infused kunai.

Yet when he saw the envelope lying on the ground, all descriptions of his sharp eyebrows and picturesque features froze instantly into ice needles capable of piercing a heart.

Even so, without knowing the reason why, he was willing to go to his death for the sake of the person most important in his heart. Gradually, his pupils began to dilate—the summons before death—and blood spurted from his neck. Bit by bit, the crimson stained his lapel, eclipsing his fiery life.

Xiao Xi completely emerged from the cave, spotted the two guards, and strolled away swaggering openly. Arriving not far off, Xiao Xi intended to use the same trick of making a noise in the east to draw forces from the west in order to lure them away.

Until one day, Xiao Xi discovered that his parents felt wrong, and his wife felt wrong as well. Only then did he resolve to investigate thoroughly what was truly happening. Sure enough, as time went on, the more Xiao Xi investigated, the stranger things felt; it was as if he were trapped within an illusion.

An issue arose with a project at the Empire Group, and Cao Ge rushed back the moment he finished handling it, hoping merely to see her and make up for missing tonight's celebration banquet. Yet Li Jingling, ungrateful wretch that she was, was actually going on a date with another man? Meeting him?