Chapter 65 Do I Also Qualify?

Page (1/3) That was close! I clicked my tongue inwardly. Had my aim been slightly off, Yuxiang'er would have been hit in a fatal spot, resulting in instant death or severe injury. However, once this immensely rich alchemical aura cascaded down, the previously rock-solid morale of the army suddenly fractured and dissolved. Mo Yiyue and Yin Fengyou exchanged glances, both wearing smiles. With this, half the matter was accomplished. Illuminated by the surrounding dark red glow, everyone clearly saw the appearance of the behemoth before them, and for a moment, everyone instinctively drew in a sharp breath. Xuanxuan did not know what Yangyang was hesitating about; if it was something she had never done before, it would be understandable if she found it difficult to express. In Ye Chen's eyes, the creature before him was nothing more than an ant. Facing the other's words, he remained completely calm; such a person was simply not worthy of making him angry, as they were already living in entirely different realms. Yangyang had also put down her chopsticks at some point, looking at her mom and dad with worry. "Niannian, what do you want to do now?" Although Jim had already withdrawn from the battle against Meng Fanlang, he would still forever remain by He Niannian's side. The moment my voice fell, the ghosts all around let out simultaneous gasps of astonishment, staring at me with expressions as if they had seen a ghost. A formidable cavalryman, combined with a warhorse, unleashes a strength far exceeding simple arithmetic addition. His heart surged with heat. If he could touch the Heart of the Middle Path Universe, or cultivate within the realm of the Middle Path, he might just find a way to crack the Creator's information entity. Not far away, Han Jiang and Bailong felt their hearts churning like stormy seas, utterly shocked. Every single moment just now required absolute precision, and the slightest lapse would have led to defeat. They were filled with awe that Muyi had actually managed to endure this battle. The moment she passed out, she confirmed one fact: barring any accidents, her amnesia was directly related to this incident. Therefore, Xia Ying's oath was a blatant statement to everyone: I never intended to make a serious oath in the first place, I'm just messing with you. Page (1/3)

Page (2/3) Pagers had been around for two years already. Because Tang Chunjing no longer ran outside business operations, she hadn't gotten one, but Old Xu had one, and so did Jiang Yuankun and Jiang Jiali. They frequently urged her to buy one as well, but she simply looked down on such gadgets and had never bothered. Lijiang International had signed a major project that would keep the entire company worry-free for at least half a year. Although Li Hanyan was busy, he still bought plane tickets intending to take Xia Ying up north. In this lifetime, life could be long or short; she had fulfilled the responsibilities she ought to bear, and for the rest, she would live according to her own heart. The white-robed youth sat quietly in the corner without answering Ya'er, instead slowly raising his wine cup and taking another large gulp of wine. She inexplicably thought of that elder... yet no matter when she spoke with Gu Qingrang, everything he displayed was precisely that of an international student studying in the UK. Tariq was somewhat conflicted. On one side was familial blood—Shaike being his only living relative; on the other side was the master he served. Naturally, he hoped Shaike could fight shoulder-to-shoulder with him rather than stand in opposition. Suddenly, accompanied by a deafening roar in the sky, distant midair instantly filled with dark clouds, and the already gloomy sky darkened in the blink of an eye. Even the other Dao Ancestors were unaware of this matter; the only one who knew was Feiyun, the Dao Ancestor of the Ice Domain. Yet how could this person before him know his origins? Immediately afterward, the entire body of the demon Xie crashed heavily onto the ground with a deafening boom, shaking the nearby mountains, rocks, and trees. Good grief, talk about a surprise! No wonder the disciples of the Linchuan Sect had tacitly bound the disciples of the Lingxiao Sect. The Tangyang Group was a household name across the entire country. This daughter of the Tang family was adept at socializing and loved being in the spotlight, boasting half a million followers on social media—finding her was far too easy. As soon as the giant serpent emerged from the sea surface, it witnessed this scene and saw that the person kneeling on the ground was harvesting the Eve-Gathering Fruits, instantly filling its heart with displeasure. "Your grip is a bit too tight, the child is uncomfortable." Master Wuchen, watching Shen Wei who was still struggling, reminded Yun Feiling. Feng Wuxing was equally devoid of gallantry. When Nangong Feiying said she would handle it herself, he genuinely stepped aside to make room for her. Page (2/3)

Page (3/3) The big man remained unconscious, clearly injured quite severely by Zhao An, with at least a few ribs broken. The sandstone giant emitted Hou Zhenshan's voice, its dharma body resounding with countless rustling whispers akin to swarms of ants scurrying across a sand table. The crack on the giant's chest healed automatically, and as if nothing had happened, it stood proudly within Hancheng. Yang Chong shrugged, not blushing or arguing heatedly with the other party. Yet this demeanor appeared to the plump teacher as tacit agreement with his words. Fader understood their intentions as well. Of the remaining seven mercenaries, two expressed their desire to join the Rock Bandit Troupe and simply become bandits, while the other five all stated their willingness to follow Fader—provided, of course, that Fader rebuilt his mercenary group. "Humph, perfect. Now I have a good excuse to whip them into shape," Red Ring smiled coldly. Without exerting much force, a clean-looking student knocked half a red brick off a cube cut from the sliced red-brick wall, placed it into a prepared basin of water, and watched as bubbles steadily rose. However, the total number of such students remained quite small, as everyone's overall strength was, after all, quite exceptional. Zhong Huahua was quite attractive, and at thirty-seven, she was not considered old, radiating an added measure of mature charm that held strong appeal for men and commanded a massive following among her classmates. In truth, the Yang family's recruitment of outer and inner clan disciples was simply a search for free muscle, yet this muscle required constant self-cultivation. When originally tossing out this topic, Wang Kun had already communicated with Wang Hao over there via browser. After all, Wang Hao was a local with his own status and information channels, much like Wang Kun himself on Earth who had already built his own network of connections. It wasn't about being aloof, nor did it stem from innate superiority; it was stated like a mere factual account, except the facts were both cruel and authentic—authentic enough that, though they didn't fully comprehend it, they deeply felt the emotion behind Yang Chong's words. His complexion shifted from red to cyan, and then from cyan to white. His gaze grew dim and lusterless, devoid of its usual brilliance. He now truly understood what it meant to be fish on a cutting board—that was precisely his current state. Page (3/3)