Chapter 64

Chu Xia slowly walked toward the door. Chu Tian seemed to have been waiting by the car for a long time. Seeing her come out, he didn't say a word, his hands still tucked in his trouser pockets, just quietly gazing at her from afar.

"Revenge, revenge..." The roar converged from four thousand people instantly captured everyone's attention.

After hanging up the phone, Yuesheng walked slowly inside. Arriving at the elevator lobby, she couldn't help but smile bitterly. She watched the president's private elevator slowly descend until it reached the first floor with a ding and the doors opened.

Once fully dressed, Long Tianyu proved to be quite a mascot. She had to admit that the third sovereign, Long Ling'er, was an absolute genius—this was far too avant-garde.

"What?" The newcomer's roar startled Zhuge Jin. He spun around abruptly, a flash of cold light instantly crossing his eyes, his gaze as sharp as a knife, making the intruder feel thoroughly uneasy.

Yufeng abruptly stood up and moved away from Yuesheng. Looking at her tempting and delicate appearance, he had never realized his self-control could be so abyssal.

A dragon's roar echoed across the firmament as four massive golden dragons churned and roared in the air, swallowing those few cold stars before hurtling toward Zhou Qiang.

To avoid unnecessary disputes, Yin Yi had Carp Treasure cut out the segment where the mentally ill person caused a scene on stage.

Everyone looked at each other in dismay. Just a moment ago, she claimed to be Xu Ruoqi, but now she claimed to be Yellow Shirt—what on earth was going on?

Chu Xia was momentarily stunned. If there were only one such car, it might be attributed to Ou Jingyu's narcissism. However, when there were so many vehicles, even with different starting letters, yet the trailing three digits were always 520, then this number was no longer merely a personal preference of his. Perhaps, to Ou Jingyu, it represented something much deeper.

The small projectile contained a full fifty iron braids. Once detonated, the coverage area of the iron braids and projectile fragments could reach a scale of three by three zhang.

Seeing that Lin Yu said nothing and inched closer and closer to her, Yang Zhilin instantly recalled the ambiguous encounters they had shared at each other's homes, and she was immediately overcome with embarrassment.

A quarter of an hour later, the tall and thin white-haired old man finally retracted his secret technique. His complexion was slightly weary, showing that the technique was extremely taxing on the mind. Meanwhile, Xia Ming'an stared blankly into space, fixing his uncomprehending gaze on the marble floor without even blinking, likely because the trauma to his soul was far too severe.

The sky overhead suddenly tore apart, and a massive dark cloud dominated the firmament. An unknown, gigantic fortress-like aerial city appeared above them without any warning. If this were any other race, panic and chaos would surely ensue, but for the demons of the Burning Legion, it was an entirely different story.

This familiarity was deeply ingrained in Zhang Xiao's memory, having completely formed into his instinct.

After walking side by side into the lobby of the Splendid Hotel, they found that a large crowd had gathered there at the moment.

As long as the motive wasn't aimed at the Marquis Wukang's Mansion, their goals aligned, and Guan Yuan could be considered to have done her a favor.

Don't assume that the mercenary groups of Fallen Phoenix Town are weak just because they cannot match a primary military force. In fact, the combat effectiveness of these mercenary groups could entirely rival the main forces of any faction outside of Fallen Phoenix Town.

The confrontation between the East and the West, the all-out confrontation between the contemporary white race and the yellow race, had already become an inescapable topic. Coubertin simply made direct use of it, sincerely hoping to secure Loubet's assistance.

"This you'll have to ask Elder Song's good nephew for being so utterly spineless! To actually rank so miserably low during the test." Gongye Bei shook his head with an expression of profound regret.

Lich mostly traveled the route of the wild prairies and genuinely knew very little about this unpredictable ocean, so he had no idea how to answer Lin Xia's remark.

On one hand, he wanted to massage her to soothe the pain, but on the other hand, he didn't know exactly where it hurt, and he was even more terrified of making things worse by applying the wrong touch. One hand remained suspended in mid-air, unsure whether to extend or retract, lingering there awkwardly.

Looking into Lin Feng's focused eyes and feeling the piercing pain gradually subside, Dong Jie closed her eyes in relief.

"Your Blue Water Magic Academy belongs to a first-rate institution, yet you actually come to our Dusheng Magic Academy to issue a challenge. Aren't you ashamed?" Lin Chengzhen asked, her pretty face frosted with cold.

"Hmph! Listen up, all of you, I now declare that you are officially my subordinates." Completely ignoring Crane Lao as a half-Xiantian martial artist, Zhuo Fan swept his blade-sharp gaze across all five of their faces.

The older bachelor was also an honest man, so he simply went back and hung up the painting. To his surprise, the next morning when he woke up, he found that the house had been tidied, meals had been prepared, and his clothes had been mended.

"How is it, Brother Wang? The taste is not bad, right? This is my absolute favorite in the morning—the flavor is simply fantastic!" Duan Kong sipped his bird's nest soup, speaking with a look of utter intoxication.

Inside that underground cave, a massive army maintained heavy guard at every single moment, including over a dozen powerhouses at the Starry Sky stage. Those at the Star Domain and Star System stages numbered nearly a thousand. The defensive strength of this underground cave was even more formidable than that of Dragon-Birth Town.

"What do you mean, how is it? You saw this prince's body, so naturally you must return the favor. This prince has never liked owing others things back and forth!" As he spoke, King Yan hooked Xiyue's chin with one hand while his other hand moved to untie her clothes.

King Yan didn't care about any of that. He snatched the half-bowl of porridge An'er had left over, polished it off in two shakes of a lamb's tail, and swept away the few remaining pastries on the plate.

Yuan Qingfeng hadn't paid much mind to these circumstances originally, but today's fight had been immensely satisfying, and seeing that Xue Bao was not a bad sort, on a sudden impulse, he casually handed the medicinal pill over.

"The Holy Land, exile—could it be that the exile ground of this Nine Serenities Demonic Dragon is not what Yelu Huangtian guessed as a brand-new Bible, but rather an extension of his own Ice Snow Bible?" A trace of astonishment stirred in Lin Chen's heart.

Pouring his internal vital energy frantically into the Phoenix Heavenly Wings, he instantly transformed into a ray of light and vanished into the sky.

Yuan Qinglin made a rare joke. Along this entire journey, he hadn't felt like cannon fodder at all; instead, he felt more like a protected piece of dead weight.