Chapter 39

That was not entirely out of the question. Lu Qing did not hold the mindset that traditional martial arts were solely for taking lives rather than performing; he simply had just eaten a full meal and did not feel like engaging in strenuous physical activity.

Chu Cangqiong's kick landed squarely on Liu Wudi's dantian. Without a doubt, this shattered Liu Wudi's dantian, reducing him to a cripple.

As for cases of mistaken identity, those would inevitably occur as well. Yet, how could these mercenaries possibly care whether it was a misunderstanding or not?

The elderly man in black looked down at the torn fabric across his chest, where a prominent character meaning "Destruction" had been revealed to everyone. Just as he was about to speak, a surge of blood violently spewed from his chest. At the very instant it erupted, a blood-red character materialized in the void, lingering as though it would never fade away.

Working within the scenic area, these individuals naturally obeyed Manager Wu. No one would ever listen to Uss. In their eyes, Uss was merely a student—a student trying to swindle money, making him the absolute scapegoat to take the blame.

The moment he stepped through the entrance, Old Man Tang let out a shout, while Lu Qing took the opportunity to survey the interior furnishings.

To be honest, before plunging into the embryonic sword form of the Xuanyuan Sword, he had no absolute certainty of success. Although he was capable of amplifying the might of the Xuanyuan Sword Formation, one had to remember that it was his first time deploying the formation alongside the others without any prior rehearsal. Even with their unconditional cooperation, coordination was by no means an easy feat.

All falsehoods must be cast aside. Since my slaying is yet incomplete, what reason do these things have to impede me? And what are true friends, anyway? As if true friends alone are worth maintaining, while ordinary friends are fit to be slain.

However, lying in bed, Lu Qing did not fall asleep immediately. He was pondering a question: the path his mother had mentioned, and how he should walk his own road in the future.

It was true that Wangyue City possessed a seventh-rank alchemist, but there was truly not a single soul capable of refining a high-grade seventh-rank Origin-Ascending Pill. Even Li Xia could not accomplish this; he could only produce low-grade or medium-grade pills, and the high-grade variant had never appeared even once.

The petal-shaped Mandurah Bay Stadium was now in full bloom. Today, Manuel Golovats, like a spring thunderclap, had finally awakened another club, Waasland-Beveren.

Bilic Lorentzen was truly a fine chef. Of course, this would be even truer if he had a top-tier midfield featuring Pirlo at Dynamo Kyiv, Henrywil William at Villarreal, Verratti at Paris, and Modrić at Nottingham Forest.

In his view, Luo Qingyi, suffering from internal injuries, was undoubtedly the weakest, and he himself happened to be the weakest among the three leaders. Combined with their numerical superiority, he naturally felt a certain degree of confidence.

The seawater above began to collapse as well, and a paralyzing cold enveloped the area, making it feel as though the vault of heaven were tilting sideways. The boundless ocean surged inward, leaving not a single patch of dry ground to stand upon.

Upon entering the restaurant and the subway, she obediently relented, conversing with Lin Jinyan in a normal tone and no longer speaking directly into the camera.

"Yet you are being far too ruthless toward us," the Demonic Sovereign of Extinction lamented bitterly, gazing at his body covered in scorching burns.

"Very well, at least this proves that Henrywil William only started diving once he reached Barcelona..." On the sidelines, Luo Tian self-deprecatingly chuckled before making a substitution.

Wei Feng also felt bitter inside. He had originally been curious enough to invite Luo Hui'an over, but who could have expected that Tong Chuxue would take matters into her own hands and order so many lavish dishes? This meal was turning out to be far too extravagant.

"That's more like it! Finally, a sensible word!" All the patrons around them agreed with this course of action.

The instant the tail whipped toward him, he instinctively wanted to protect his chest. However, failing to shield his chest, he ended up wrapping his arms around the thick tail of the flower python.

"Yunluo is so stunning!" Even though she was wearing a modern bridal gown, and even though her own aesthetic discernment was limited, she still felt that Yunluo at that moment was the most beautiful of all.

Such a force, provided that cultivators did not intervene, was already considered the pinnacle in the pugilistic world. Meng Changsheng's gaze narrowed slightly before he looked toward Fahai, who responded with a faint smile.

Wu Wumian had never anticipated that Shi Tian would launch a counterattack. The very moment the sharp sword pierced his body, blood splattered across the clear sky, a startling and harrowing sight.

"Are you alright?" they asked with a smile, "Do you need to go to the hospital?" Looking at Xia Yutong's somewhat disheveled appearance, they felt a lingering sense of concern.

Chu Ci bit her lower lip, her hands tightly clenched together. Her entire body felt devoid of strength; she wanted to lash out fiercely, but upon seeing Lin Xiaoxi's condition, an even greater wave of agony flooded her heart.

"Who is Fenglei? You must have mistaken me for someone else!" Coral was rather astonished by the inexplicable title the other party had so casually used.

Ye Nuanye, who was sipping fruit wine, glanced at her upon hearing this. Her expression shifted from initial bewilderment to sudden understanding.

"Teacher, why don't you stay and have dinner with us? It's been so long since we all gathered for a meal." Predictably, someone indeed spoke up to persuade their homeroom teacher to stay.

Yet, Zhan Weiqi remarked that being able to address Rong Shaoqing as Brother Rong was already decent enough of him, and by the day he married Zhuo Lexuan, even Rong Shaoqing would have to call him brother-in-law.

During the post-battle casualty count, two riders from Ma Yue's troop had died in the melee, and another's warhorse had been cut down during the chaos, breaking its leg with its fall. Within the camp, two squads suffered fifty-three fatalities, with the rest sustaining various injuries. The new recruits in the two squads had suffered heavy casualties. Meanwhile, this battle resulted in three hundred and seventy enemy kills, thirty-seven captives, and the dispersal of several hundred remaining bandits.

If one ignored the final three games, it would probably be quite difficult to predict the ultimate standings of the Lakers, Grizzlies, and Rockets. However, with the Grizzlies losing to the Warriors on the 10th and the Rockets falling to the Lakers on the 11th, the final rankings had practically become predictable.

Ma Wan looked at these ferocious bandits. Despite his amiable tone in conversation—repeatedly telling them how much he admired heroes skilled in martial arts and hoping to recruit them under his banner—in truth, his heart was filled with utter disgust toward these men, and he wished he could immediately order his subordinates to slaughter every last one of them.

Even though this bovine monster possessed the strength of a tier-seven cosmic god and had even birthed a primal energy crystal within its body, its comprehensive combat power fell far short of a genuine cosmic god.

After that day, apart from the mandatory social obligations, there would be no need to carry such matters to extremes within their own household. Gu Shinuo's gaze was profound and enigmatic, leaving Ji Anning unable to read the emotions hidden deep within his eyes.