Really?

That colossal beast measured dozens of meters in length, with wings on its back that, when gently flapped, whipped up a violent gale. The roaring wind swept across the sky, churning the waters of the entire lake above Starfall Bay!

Just as Yan Fuzhen was worrying that the supernatural phenomenon here might draw trouble, that giant creature abruptly vanished. The strange phenomena in the sky instantly dissipated, and the surface of the lake returned to its calm state. Meanwhile, Ying Yaoshi, dressed entirely in black, suddenly appeared before him and tossed the scale armor that Yan Fuzhen had just thrown out right back at him.

As he ran and ran, Gu Chen always felt something was missing in his heart. He suddenly remembered that it turned out Tuxue was not following by his side.

"By the way, how are Luo Yu's companions doing?" Feng Yimo lowered the barrier and asked.

The massive, unbroken sounds echoed endlessly, as if some gigantic monster existed here and they were locked in a fierce, frantic battle.

Ever since that incident, Chen Rong had treated Wang Zhuo with the utmost respect and never made any further suggestions to him.

"It cannot be changed, it truly cannot be changed! Now we can only hope that Lengtianshan is right, and that my premonition is entirely redundant!" Feng Luoyu also let out a bitter smile.

Walking ahead of the siblings, Dai Pinghai stumbled and almost fell. How dare He Yilin call him a fool? What kind of talk was that? He was fuming with rage, yet unable to vent it, having to swallow his breath and hold it all in.

Gu Xunyi wore an equally grim expression, exchanging glances with He Qingfan. Both of them shook their heads, clearly having leaked nothing. Matters involving the exchange of such cultivation techniques could easily spark a clan war if mishandled, so it was impossible for them to tell anyone else.

Had not the sages once said? Cultivate oneself, regulate the family, govern the state, and bring peace to the world! The logic dictates that one must first cultivate oneself before finally bringing peace to the world.

Several half-intoxicated men stumbled up to the mesmerizing women, flashing wicked smiles at their alluring figures before tangling their arms around them and leading them out of the bar.

For some reason, compared to the cold and impatient President, she seemed even more terrified of the President when he smiled like this.

However, Su Yin's impromptu singing and dancing yesterday at the Window of the World in Pengcheng suddenly turned it into a phenomenal hit, beginning to capture the hearts of countless young viewers.

"The second method is to strike a metallic object against another metallic object, which can produce sparks. As long as we can spark the dry grass, we can basically make a fire." Dong Xiaoxuan's head was full of mischievous ideas.

Zhurong Tian also appeared before Hong Ling, casting a complex look at Wang Chen. With the words right on the tip of his tongue, he had no choice but to refer to him simply as Hong Ling's friend.

Just moments ago, when Ye Fei was lured by Ronnie's scheme into the iron cage, Thompson had already approached the stage, waiting for an opportunity to deal Ye Fei a fatal blow. Seeing Ye Fei and Ronnie enter the cage together, Thompson felt this was an excellent chance to eliminate Ye Fei, so he quickly closed in on the cage, biding his time to strike.

Dongqing's innocence, Leyi's domineering queen-like aura, Xiang Bao'er's intellectual beauty, and An Qiqi's worldly-naive simplicity—having been through so much, he was no longer just anyone casually. Of course, when he was being casual, he might not even be human.

You Zishi stared for a long time, quietly letting out a sigh. Su Yin, who had just finished clearing away the disposable bowls and chopsticks, felt puzzled by the sound and walked over, only to discover that the photograph You Zishi was looking at was none of her own maternal grandmother.

Now the old man was one hundred percent certain that the four people before him were those who owned a Douzun mount. In fact, Xueti was no Douzun at all; her strength had already reached the early stage of Dousheng, she simply lacked the opportunity to achieve sagehood.

The Fire Fox deeply comprehended the super destructive power contained when a high-timezone lightning storm descends into a low timezone.

"Who are you? Why are you trailing me? Do you know who I am?" Although the middle-aged man's body was immobilized, his mouth remained remarkably agile.

"Did it take you until now to realize that?" The Fire Phoenix asked rhetorically while keeping her attention fixed on the distant magical duel.