Tian Wai Mansion, as the foremost academy on the Star Illusion Continent, not only recruited disciples from various sects for cultivation and exchange but also naturally nurtured its own strength. The establishment of the Four Halls was precisely for this purpose. The martial arts contests held every three years were meant to select promising cultivation disciples who had no sect affiliation.
When Ling Kui asked this, everyone was stunned. The way she put it, immortals seemed not only not powerful but even somewhat weak, completely different from their previous lofty perception.
"Wait, don't you feel a terrifying aura present here?" Daphne gripped her long sword, her voice trembling slightly.
A massive conspiracy was shrouding the Shuang Fei team. The explosion was timed to coincide with the battle against Liu Sheng. If not handled properly, the Shuang Fei team could only face annihilation.
His back was covered in layers of water droplets, which slid down the sharp, well-defined muscle lines.
"It's like this: I noticed your complexion isn't quite right, and I suspect you have a terminal illness. If left untreated, your life will likely be depleted," A Fei said with a solemn expression.
Mu Jinfeng had been gone for over a month, yet Yuhua remained as spirited as ever, managing her antique shop with vigor and bickering with me as usual, as if that incident had never happened. The only change was that her previously loose hair was now tied into a bun, adorned daily with a butterfly hairpin.
At this moment, Wang Rui had sacrificed himself, but a smile played on his lips. Perhaps his soul had returned to his hometown in Yunnan, a place with trees, flowers, and a well.
Gripping the Silver Spear tightly, Xiao Yaozi somersaulted backward, twirling twice in the air before landing and retreating several steps. He then planted the spear shaft into the ground, steadying himself.
Tang Yun fell silent for a moment, then walked under Mo Lian's umbrella, gazing at Rong Liang. She wanted to speak but ultimately said nothing.
However, Brother Jian and the others were overthinking. How could the demon child ALos not be perceptive? He could infer certain things simply by seeing Ye Zheng's attire. Regardless of the reason the other party was unwilling to reveal his identity, he certainly wouldn't proactively expose it.
Due to the blackout, the assembled "Evil Spirits" had to navigate in the dark, relying on their individual combat tablets in night vision mode to listen to Wang Chaoyang's deployment for the next day's operations.
Upon returning to the dormitory entrance, Sang Mulan quickly helped him take off his raincoat. Seeing the yellow mud on it, she asked with concern if he had fallen.
Li Xun's attention focused, and he further confirmed this judgment. Gu Yin's internal energy was unlike Cheng Ran's cultivation; the energy radiating from her did not involve the meridians within her body but operated in an almost completely independent manner.
The incident just now had jolted her out of her chaotic thoughts of missing Lan Zi. If she wanted to enter the outside world to find Lan Zi, longing for her day and night would be useless; she needed to find the imprint fragments.
This could be described as a decisive battle. During the descent, the proud black dragon was more than half cooked by the extreme heat emanating from the Lava Destroyer. It was even less to mention the torment the black dragon endured after the Lava Destroyer stomped on the ground.
Just as Sally lowered her weapon, Doro sent a telepathic message to the Lava Destroyer, instructing it to rush over quickly. However, the subsequent developments left Doro dumbfounded: Sally's petrification and Medusa's slaughter of the escapees.
"As long as you stop the bombing, I guarantee you can leave here safely and take him with you. Furthermore, I will cease firing intercontinental missiles at the Southwest Base and even show you a way out. What do you say?" The man in the suit spoke with confidence, making one feel that he would keep his word.
It was purely by chance that he obtained some cultivation techniques from a dying disciple of the Youhun Shiying Sect. After his power increased, he gained some renown.
Regarding the intrusion of outsiders, the three Vietnamese assassins cast alert glances at the special forces member. Upon seeing him enter, he picked up a ladle of water and poured it onto the charcoal. The matter was then dismissed, and the three exchanged glances.
Qin Surui, walking ahead, paused, turned to look at them, and then a cold smile curved her lips. She took off her sunglasses and gave a signal to the man in the corner.
If sound waves could penetrate, he could completely research a sonic nuclear bomb to test its effects. If the effects were not satisfactory, he could easily switch directions and research an electromagnetic nuclear bomb.
One main god was equivalent to the ruler of a country at the microscopic level, and a battle, on a larger scale, was a war between nations.
Han Ziye, however, interjected, "Why don't you ask your good brother?" The provocative tone was evident.
Waking up as usual today, Bei Changtan found a blue panel floating in front of her.
"Yes, yes, there won't be a next time," Du Lu nodded repeatedly, his body still trembling slightly.
Old Madam Wu was pulled out of the privy, covered in yellow liquid. Wu's two daughters-in-law spent the entire day washing her at home, yet she still reeked of feces.
When she first woke up, she didn't even know who she was, why she was there, or what this place was.
It was only then that her mind registered that behind Ling Jing was the Ling family, the shipping magnate family that controlled national shipping. If the Ling family truly wanted to deal with her family, it would be as easy as moving their fingers.
Looking across Da Xing, apart from her, Xiao Ling, no one else was qualified to marry Xiao Yi, nor was anyone else qualified to ascend to the position of empress.
Empress Yuan, seeing Rui Chun hesitate to speak, tilted her head slightly, already having a partial guess in her heart.
As for the Weibo account cancellation, Huang Xuetao, like Ye Qing, was not overly anxious about Su Xian'er canceling her Weibo. Weibo would definitely have backups. As long as Su Xian'er stated she wasn't retiring now, he could make a phone call and have the Weibo account restored to its original state.
Suddenly, the surrounding students swarmed forward, directly bewildering Lin Jingshu and Su Xian'er. What happened to the promise that music academy students had high素质 and wouldn't cause trouble for public figures?