Volume 1, Chapter 39: Thanks, My Battery Hit Full Charge the Moment I Joined the Stream

At this very moment, Su Nianxi sat at the desk in her study, staring blankly at the steadily increasing viewer count on her computer screen.

Seeing this, Nansi rushed over and snapped his fingers, sending a wisp of flame rising from his fingertips.

Yi Ren’s mouth twitched, and he plastered on a genial smile. If he weren’t unable to strike the system, he would have certainly shown the other party exactly why flowers are so red with a practical demonstration.

This stone sphere stood a hundred zhang tall, its perfectly round surface covered in mysterious patterns that looked as if they had been carved by human hands.

The power of this object was even more terrifying than the martial arts technique used by the man from the Heavenly Dao Sect. Under the rain of light, the tentacles were forced into a steady retreat, accompanied by continuous, piercing shrieks.

Though it appeared as if he were merely curious about White Ghost’s appearance, Dawn knew Steven’s combat style well. He was a trainer skilled at observation, preferring to identify a Pokémon’s weaknesses to deliver a lethal blow.

A-Yong and Xi Zhan clearly sensed Liang Xiao’s gaze, and thus they turned their eyes toward him as well.

Liu Xie’s face turned ashen; he had never expected that after journeying south, he would end up dying at the hands of Liu Chong’s former subordinates without having accomplished a single thing.

However, after speaking for a long time, he could not utter a coherent sentence; clearly, he had failed to organize his thoughts and did not know how to phrase his words.

Knowing in his heart that this man harbored murderous intent—primarily due to the suspicion that he possessed a treasure surpassing even a divine artifact—Bai Yunfei could not be bothered to pretend to be amiable.

"Yes, but even if that is the case, what of it? Even if the Star Emperors learn of this, would they stop their slaughter?" Void-Eater asked. Zhang Chi did not answer.

Countless ice spikes descended from the sky, yet the muscular man stood there motionless, as if receiving a baptism of rain.

The moment he was controlled, Lu Wang would consume a potion to restore his vitality, while simultaneously relying on his summoned beasts to break free from the status effect.

Cultivation, the shadows of the human path, and divine power—three disparate systems of strength—found themselves linked and cooperating for the first time in the face of a shared crisis.

"Dad," Zhuang Yi murmured, a surge of complex emotions washing over him, leaving him at a loss for words.

Especially given that he was often dressed in garish gold, looking like an oily, pampered dandy, she couldn't help but assume he was only around twenty. Because of this, she hadn't initially suspected he was in a relationship with Murong Xueyan, only realizing it just now after hearing him excitedly shout that she was his wife.

The hundred or so knights in front let out a simultaneous shout, gradually slowing their pace, and Zhuang Yi likewise reined in his horse to decelerate.

Selina was old, after all; had she been in her twenties, her beauty might have rivaled Afrina’s.

While lost in these thoughts, Genma Shiranui walked leisurely toward a nearby restaurant with his hands in his pockets, only to bump into a Chunin he recognized.

Chen Feng could have simply walked away, but if he did, the ring would certainly be gone—not just lost, but forfeited—and he reckoned this formidable ring would likely become an heirloom of the Dongfang family.

It was unclear what the two had discussed just moments ago, but the old man’s gaze toward the infatuated elder had clearly changed. Whenever Old Man Hua spoke, he immediately nodded in agreement, unable to help but stop and prepare to watch a good show.

"Mom, Chen Feng, have some." Yue Shan held two peeled apples in her slender, jade-like hands and offered them to the two.

"Hmph!" As a master of the Daoist realm, Liu Juebin naturally disdained bickering with people blinded by greed. In any case, their lives and deaths were of no concern to him; whether they chose to believe his words or not was entirely up to them.