Chapter Thirty-Four: The Move May Be Clichéd, but It Works

Jiang Ran rubbed her hands together, a flicker of excitement in her eyes, and tapped the skill she had already bound: Puppet!

After 1,000 health points were deducted, a blob of flesh-colored, dough-like substance dropped out of thin air before her, wobbling with a squelching sound. The mass began to tremble and shift, molding itself according to the image in Jiang Ran’s mind until it finally took the shape of a tall, handsome man. Looking at the unfamiliar face before her, Jiang...

Xu Liang thought exactly this and concluded that Xu Ning must be in just such a situation, causing him to clap his hands and shout.

The Qin Tian on the left seemed to unleash a Dragon Claw Strike, while the one on the right executed an Elephant Seal Palm.

Shen Wei had encountered plenty of intentional throwers during his ranked matches. At first, he would bother to report them, but eventually, he couldn't even be bothered; that was just the typical behavior of the Korean players.

This moment was precisely when Jian Fan was at his most vulnerable. It was a pity, however, that Jian Fan had already been snatched away by Nanrong Feiling.

This time, Xu Cong had single-handedly helped Xiling High School stand tall among all the schools in the city, bringing great honor to teachers like Fang Ran who taught there.

Don't you realize that I only let you dodge on purpose because I didn't want the reputation of winning through a sneak attack?

Jian Fan had cast the Bloody Raven and would now have to wait for the forty-minute cooldown before he could use it again.

Hearing this, the dragon took a deep breath. Even on the ground, Lu Heng could hear its heavy, labored respiration; it was clear that the creature was also struggling to suppress its emotions.

Wang Feihu and Lin Shuifu approached each other and exchanged bows. With Hua Mingzhou and the others following behind, Wang Feihu briefly introduced everyone to one another.

Surrounding the lake were tall, nameless trees, and upon the water stood rows of elegant wooden cabins, looking as though they had grown directly out of the lake itself.

The first thing Master Heng thought of after returning to Hengshi Company was that if these reporters’ words were printed in the papers and reached the ears of the old man, it would be a disaster.

"Oh, heavens, ancestor, be gentle! If he dies, how am I supposed to finish the repairs?" Liu Yuanbi leaned back in her armchair, her heart aching.

President Yu pretended not to know the shackled Da Long at all and didn't even cast a glance his way. Da Long understood his boss's temperament and knew his situation all too well; he kept his head down, saying nothing and not begging for mercy on the spot.

Although Mu Jing had the spell shield provided by Zhuge Chuan’s Morgana, it could not grant immunity to the vision-reducing effect of Graves’ W skill, Smoke Screen; it could only negate the slow. The same logic applied to Nocturne’s ultimate.

The only one among them not wearing a strange costume was a man with a mature disposition, looking every bit like a refined gentleman. Judging by the others' behavior, he seemed to be their leader.

"The Divine Department of Chicken Feet, the Black and White Deities, one glance brings fortune, peace across the land! Seize!" A heavenly sound rippled through the nearly one thousand Black and White Impermanence spirits, rolling like thunder and instantly snapping them back to their senses. The White Impermanence chuckled and laughed, while the Black Impermanence wore a stern expression; they lunged at Jiang Dong and the Golden Donkey in an instant.

"Me. Surely the Overlord hasn't forgotten me, has he?" A cold, eerie voice that chilled the bone echoed, followed by a lanky man in a black robe drifting out. His most striking feature was that only four-fifths of his skull remained.

Yuan Wuji’s brow furrowed, and at the same moment, a powerful force surged forth to absorb the Supreme Elder’s primordial spirit.

The Empress Dowager should have considered this, yet she still insisted on keeping Xie Ying by her side for instruction. Was she attempting to reshape Xie Ying’s character and force her into complete submission?

As the song ended, Kim Sun-ah bowed her head in gratitude. It was her first time singing in a place like a nightclub, and instead of finding her song unpleasant, the crowd seemed quite intoxicated by it.

The Swamp Troll could not withstand the power of the Underworld Demon Elephant; the entire marsh trembled violently, bubbling with blood-red froth.