Chapter 58: Class-A Red, Terror in the Ancient Castle (25)

Raising his head unexpectedly, Bi Qi was startled to find that Wu Dabenshi, who was stepping right on him, had a flushed face and eyes brimming with excitement, grinning down at him as he lay on the ground.

"You went through all this trouble just to have me catch a giant condor? Why didn't you go yourself?" Zhou Botong asked with renewed curiosity once he collected his thoughts.

The medicinal pill given by Murong Qianye could be considered quite miraculous. After a brief period of recovery, Su Ming felt that he no longer had any major issues.

The Worm King did not waste words with the withered, skinny old man, because every second delayed now put Su Ming in greater danger.

Every single student who had reached the Martial Master realm was formidable, making Hong Wu and Liu Hu feel a heavy weight in their hearts.

Indeed, in a season where Kobe, Wade, and others were aging, Qin Yang was the lone remaining seed player at the shooting guard position. As for players like Harden and Thompson, who were performing exceptionally well this season, they were just starting out and still lacked sufficient accolades.

In an instant, the jade box underwent a transformation. Like an explosion, countless golden jade tablets flew out from within, linking together in the air to form a single golden line.

Two legs were fitted onto the front handle of the flatbed cart so that once parked, it would form a flat plane with the wheels at the back, preventing it from rolling or slipping away.

Originally, mindful of the dignity of a top-tier demonic sect, he had wanted to wait with dignity for rescue to arrive and then leave together with the disciples of other sects.

Seeing that everything was ready and only the east wind was lacking, Chen Yuanyuan took out her phone and called Xue'er.

Yet who would have thought that now, encountering trouble within the Corpse Demon world, it would ultimately still require Lin Feng to step forward.

"I wonder what Madame means by this? Is she hoping that I lead the entire Whale Shark Gang to pledge allegiance to some faction?" If Wu Qizhe remembered correctly, the relationship between the East Sea Sect and the Li Clan seemed rather unusual.

Just as Yang Zhao was fluctuating between hope and anxiety, Hu Fei had already driven toward Baisha. Old Master Yue's health was not very good, and he was definitely rushing back to check on the old man.

"He should still be in Xiangyang, though I haven't paid much attention. Is something the matter?" Wu Qizhe naturally knew that Sun Jian's family members were all in Xiangyang.

"What a well-played game of chess." Wang Zheng shook his head with a bitter smile. He was not yet qualified to participate in a layout that had spanned countless ages.

Suddenly, an elderly man with a white beard and hair spoke up. As soon as he spoke, everyone looked toward him.

Of course, he would not believe that his senior brothers and sisters had deliberately taken a hyper-giant warship here simply to watch his match.

Upon hearing this, the others hurriedly patted their chests to guarantee that they would actively perform their duties well, study, summarize, and reflect, and so on.

Wu Qizhe chuckled and said, "Why wouldn't it be possible?" His palm had already brushed against Anpu Qingzi's delicate neck.

Who the hell do you think you are? Aren't you just born with a decent face and a few stinking bucks? Being born well is your mother's credit! Having money is your father's credit. You're nothing more than a poor loser, an uncultivated "rich second generation"—what on earth is there for you to act so arrogant about?

She had already given her child far too little, and now even the right for the child to do what they wanted was stripped away by her. She truly was a terribly unqualified mother.

The Supreme King's wrist had healed again. He looked grimly at Bai Lengye, knowing that previously it was merely due to his own carelessness, otherwise his opponent would be no match for him at all.

Wei Yan was completely unable to steady her footing at this moment, swaying continuously with the chilling winds, until Changsheng couldn't bear to watch any longer and extended a willow branch to wrap around her and stabilize her.

Worried that something might happen to Fan Ye, I had no choice but to follow right behind him step by step. Neither of us had washed or groomed ourselves, and our filthy appearance made people look at us with disgust. Passersby gave us a wide berth one after another, as if we were sick.

"Changsheng?" I hurriedly helped Changsheng out of the car and glared at Yuan Chenxi, who had just stepped down from the driver's seat.

A thought stirred within me, and I asked what it was. He refused to say, only plying me with drinks. Later he slipped away again, and while I was drinking alone in low spirits, pondering the matter, that boss came over.

"Have you seen them?" The Qing Emperor's expression turned even more unsightly. Since Li Xiang had seen them and yet failed to give him a detailed introduction, the probability of them being foes rather than friends was extremely high.

After eating his fill, Li Yu stretched lazily, hopped lightly in place a few times, and limbered up his muscles and bones.

Li Qitang and I leaned in to take a look, only to see a corpse sprawled out on the ground. The body was utterly devoid of color, extremely pale, and its facial features were indistinguishable. There were no external injuries on the body, but one of its wrists was bare and smooth, with nothing attached to it.

Touching the scythe in his hand, Bai Lengye pondered the other party's warning. This scythe, formerly known as Destruction, possessed a very powerful backlash.

Hearing this voice, everyone present looked toward the direction it came from, secretly wondering who was so audacious as to call a halt to the wedding of the Young City Lord of Wushuang City. No one noticed that when Mingyue heard this voice, her delicate body shuddered and her eyes regained their luster.

If someone from the modern world had been there, they certainly would have recognized this as the celestial anomaly of worlds merging.

Chen Qiaoen saw an open space among the peach trees ahead, where a thatched cottage had been built. Hammocks were strung up between the peach trees in front of the house, and a pond lay behind it.

A golden magic broadsword, piercing through the cosmos as if it had no end, instantly slashed out a series of exceedingly profound and brilliant trajectories in the air.

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Yet now the Empire actually possessed such technology, and more than a dozen launch tests had been declared successful, indicating that the Empire had made major breakthroughs in this technology.

At the very top of this Fusang Divine Tree hung a gigantic divine temple. Within the temple sat a figure shrouded in endless raging flames, who was none other than the Grand Crow Divine Emperor.

To think that no matter how much they increased their speed, Chu Yuan simply followed behind unhurriedly. By now, they had practically exhausted all their strength, yet Chu Yuan still had not fallen behind. Moreover, judging by Chu Yuan's expression, he was remarkably calm and composed, clearly surpassing the two of them in lightness kung fu.

Yet at this moment, their lives were being ordered about here by the various philosophers and thinkers as if anyone could take or leave them at will. The four generals were like fish on a cutting board, ready to be cooked into delicacies by the hundreds of schools of thought at any moment.

They were not fools either; they could all see that the four saints were unwilling to help them, and only Tongtian selflessly helped them all along—how could they not be moved?