Volume 1, Chapter 52: Hilarious, He Doesn't Even Sit Down

After a fierce competition, Fang Xunan ultimately took in three team members.

Su Nianxi stared at the three boys in front of her, whose hair was dyed yellow, pink, and blue respectively, thinking that they could easily go star in the next season of Balala the Fairies with just a quick wardrobe change.

At this moment, they were huddled together discussing their photo-taking concept.

"I think our poses must be bizarre so that others won't be able to guess what we are doing," suggested Jiang Yu, the one with the yellow hair. "For instance, let's do a classic Shaolin Temple move..."

With that, he pulled out his phone and displayed a high-difficulty martial arts pose.

"Are you out of your mind?" asked Cheng Zhao, the boy with pink hair, his mouth agape in an exaggerated expression. "First of all..."

"Mr. Li Fuguang, if you have nothing better to do, can you please take me home?" Lanlan shouted at Li Fuguang.

Lately, this fat man had been suspected of being a double agent, making life rather difficult for him in class. Now, pressing on despite his dread, he merely wanted to put on a show of loyalty. Furthermore, with Gao Tianci taking the brunt of the punishment should they lose the match later, he felt entirely unburdened.

A single glance was all it took for Lanlan and Panhu to recognize them as members of the Nether Hell. It seemed that the paths leading to the Boulder Palace were not limited to just one.

Similarly, nearly twenty percent of the nobility had returned to their respective domains scattered across the kingdom, cultivating their own plots of land and withdrawing from the kingdom's administrative and military affairs.

Afterward, Xiao Zhan remained within the Ancient Clan for several more days. On this day, Gu Yuan brought Xiao Zhan deep into the mountains of the Ancient Realm. The next instant, Gu Yuan swept his hand across the air, tearing open space itself, and an extraordinarily ancient and primordial aura emanated from the rift.

"Yet what could possibly be worth their trouble here in Tianfang? Besides, the subordinates under Song Dachong have already been ordered into dormancy, making it even harder to execute any major operations," Ye Wenqin mused, unable to fully comprehend the situation.

Under the cover of the long-range ninja unit's jutsu barrages, they began a coordinated assault on the Sand Village camp.

On the other side, Long Qianxue drifted in her flowing white robes, her Ice Soul Blue Light Sword unsheathed. The blade shone a pristine, water-like azure, radiating unmatched sharpness as she blocked the path of Chen Yang and Gu Shaoxiong.

After meeting up with Shen Huizhu's family, although Lin Yufei did not boast as publicly as Shen Huifang had, she nonetheless bragged extensively to Xiao Ting in private. The dress she wore today cost a little over ten thousand, but she inflated its price to twenty thousand; the bag she carried also cost a little over ten thousand, yet she claimed it was forty thousand, a habit that had seemingly become her norm.

Enraged by the extraordinary tenacity of these two edible morsels, the fierce beasts pursued them relentlessly, seizing every opportunity to tear away chunks of flesh complete with skin and muscle. For the two victims, this felt nothing short of excruciating torture. Their fine magic artifacts had long since been lost to unknown places, and their life-saving protective talismans were completely exhausted, yet they still could not escape, enduring two full days of living agony.

To an uninitiated layman like me, the heaviest part of a carriage was undoubtedly the carriage body itself. What if the carriage body consisted of nothing more than a single board?

Though deeply devastated, the deity refused to give up, convinced simply that his cultivation was lacking, and thus he diligently practiced day after day. However, due to his overwhelming malevolent aura, he gradually showed tendencies toward the demonic path. The other divine generals attempted to offer him routine words of persuasion, but he turned a deaf ear to all of them, leaving the immortals utterly helpless against him.

Even clad in the coarse hempen mourning clothes of a mortal, she could not conceal her curvaceous and exquisite figure. Her naturally alluring and enchanting face stood in stark contrast to the austere simplicity of her mourning attire.

When Cong Yi looked back, he caught sight of the souls of Fuxi and Jiang Chen, who had fallen unconscious due to the shockwaves of the battle.

"Do you really think you can melt our bloodline just by yourselves?" Han Lang barked coldly, a flash of murderous intent in his eyes. He did not know how many untold perils and hardships he had endured to reach where he was today; if his bloodline were to be melted away in this Myriad Blood Pool, everything he had achieved would be reduced to nothing.

The moment Han Lang's voice faded, a rift tore open in the void, and several figures slowly emerged. Concurrently, a vast and overwhelming aura surged forth, blanketing the surroundings in an instant.

Nangong Xue cried out in alarm, "Senior Brother!" She rushed forward to support his body, only to feel that half of him was as scorching as fire while the other half was as freezing as ice, his complexion as pale as that of a terminally ill patient. Stricken with heartache, she continuously wiped the sweat from his brow.

Like a pebble dropped into water sending ripples outward, every single Demonic Sound Bat within the Phantom Sound Cave was awakened.

The scene instantly erupted into a tumult as everyone stared with rapt attention at the majestic, domineering azure dragon soaring and roaring above their heads.

"I wonder how that fellow is doing..." Cui Feng suppressed the impulse within his heart. He was about to step into the tumultuous spotlight, and those in his inner circle would inevitably attract similar scrutiny. He worried that this "scrutiny" might bring disaster upon Ning Chong.

As for possessing formidable offensive power, that was utterly useless as well. After all, if you cannot manage to hit your target, what good is having strong attacks?

Although Huahua usually liked to bully her, she still cared about it the most; Huahua was simply the best.

They had seen people who loved seeking thrills, and they had seen people tired of living, but they had truly never witnessed anyone so eager to hasten their own demise.

During the early morning court session the next day, the emperor's announcement regarding Jin Zhe's enfeoffment stirred up towering, turbulent waves within the imperial court.

Leaving the arena, Zhan Ying did not rush to tend to his injuries; instead, he turned his gaze toward the master of the Raging Wind Hall seated in the spectator stands.

This Flame Dragon Country is truly audacious, daring to meddle in affairs here in the Black Continent and opposing my Dragon Slaying Guild. This is simply beyond tolerance.

Fraught with questions, Wang Xuanlong had no choice but to head to the office first, yet Bai Yifeng's parting words continued to linger in the depths of his mind.

"Kill them! Kill them!" Amidst the desolate autumn wind, battle cries shook the heavens for a time, accompanied by flashing blades and continuous shrieks of agony. As the crowd surged forward in combat, Wang Tao and Hao Zhengming had already rushed to Shi Yan's side, shielding him resolutely.

Even if the matter were brought before the imperial court, the Marquis of Loyal Valor's estate would still be in the wrong! Back then, Jin Rui was an imperial prince, and under the might of the throne, the consequences would at most amount to some superficial reprimands. Furthermore, once rumors spread, the emperor might even force a marriage between her and Jin Rui out of concern for Peng Mo's reputation.

Father Leng sighed helplessly, and seeing that Leng Mochen and Li Si had no intention of chasing after them, he followed Mother Leng away.

That day had been bright and clear. Zhao Si was practicing swordplay in the Yunhan Palace using the Azure Dragon Sword gifted by his master when he suddenly brushed against the threshold of the ninth rank. Overjoyed, Zhao Si believed he was on the verge of breaking through to the ninth rank realm. Yet at that exact moment, he suddenly heard footsteps approaching.

No, truth be told, changes had indeed occurred—at the very least, his life now encompassed more than just her. There was also Yan Yuan, an exceptionally fine man, albeit one plagued by the adversities of fate.

"Why not, Master? Using brute force to conquer a female should be an unimaginably exquisite pleasure for you," Billy persisted, trying to goad him.

Li Si looked on with cold detachment, finding Cao Yufan's current incarnation utterly repulsive. It was clearly he who had betrayed her with Meng Xi first, and with Shasha's wedding scheduled for tomorrow, how could he possibly have the audacity to come over and say such things?