Volume One, Chapter 32: Picking a Fight

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Qi Rui, Han Qing, and Qin Yao all prepared themselves. This time, Qi Rui brought his guqin along, taking it from the car and slinging it over his back.

According to the data she output, if the opponent had been using an ordinary computer, it would have already crashed.

Huang Hai was also aware of the dinner gathering that evening. He had originally intended to decline, wanting to go home to eat with his wife and children, but since this was the first time the colleagues were dining together, he felt it would be impolite to refuse. He called home and explained the situation to his wife.

Just then, a wicked, mocking voice echoed once more. In the void, the figure of the Blood God reappeared, his eyes shimmering with an eerie, blood-red glow as he gazed down at the group.

Having invited such a troublesome "living ancestor" into his home, he had no choice but to swallow his resentment; after all, he was the one who had eagerly run over to bring him here.

He, Qin Yun, was no Emperor Ancestor. Although his cultivation was only at the perfection of the Saint Emperor realm, his combat strength was even more terrifying than that of an Emperor Ancestor.

As she spoke, Ling Xiyun stepped forward and slowly reached out to pick the object up from the ground, only then clearly seeing what it was.

Moreover, given the rich research atmosphere at the university, he might need to make use of the school's research equipment in the future; building a good relationship and fostering mutual cooperation was always the right move.

This sycophant kept posing difficult problems. How was a fake supposed to take on disciples? Song Ge dared not spout nonsense, lest he arouse the suspicions of these people.

A series of rapid clattering sounds filled the air, and in less than five minutes, the blanks were filled in once again.

Faced with the combined efforts of Wang Yuan and Lu Changsheng, this fifth-level Xiantian Martial Venerable finally found himself exhausted and unable to cope.

As she spoke, Yang Yue'er finally could not help but burst into tears. Her heart was entirely tethered to Ye Feng, and she had even ventured into the underground world to find him, never expecting to see him in such a state.

Naturally, the Great Qian Dynasty’s two transcendent cultivation techniques, the "Void Illusory Annihilation Sutra" and the "Heavenly Demon Ascension Sutra," also possessed powerful mental attack capabilities.

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If it weren't for this demonic energy sensor, charging headlong into second or third-level Xiantian demonic beasts would have been nothing but a death wish.

The masked person who picked up Shui Xinru moved with an exceptionally graceful posture at the very moment he lifted her.

However, his physical body was incredibly powerful. While a typical seventh-level Xiantian martial artist might have a physique equivalent to the third level, which would already be quite impressive, his had strangely reached the seventh level.

Chen Mo was sitting cross-legged on a green lotus, practicing, when he heard the movement. He immediately opened his eyes and, seeing Yun Yun awake, happily stood up and walked over.

"Very well, I will do it at once." Even in the dead of night, Uncle Fu set out to handle the matter for Ji Yichen.

The person behind this affair must be cautious beyond measure; they chose a location not in the Liang's International building, but in an office building next door.

If Yan Jingwan were given a chance to strike back, the resulting situation would be incredibly difficult to manage.

Luoyu was now the pride of their Jun family; if she were to die, the next Princess of the Three Kings would certainly not come from the Zi Yan Duke's estate.

"Who? The Crown Princess knows who it is?" Tian Yi keenly caught Qin Ziyu’s choice of words and immediately pressed for an answer.

Mu Yun had largely guessed the purpose of the magic array Yun Yi had set up in the air. However, since Yun Yi was at a critical juncture, interfering would not only be useless to him but could also disrupt her spellcasting, with potentially dire consequences. For this reason, Mu Yun could only speak silently in his heart.

Qing Yi shook her head. If she knew who that person was, why would she be so troubled? That person was currently her greatest hidden threat.

The appearance of these two beams of light caused the magic array to tremble. Before Mu Yun could react, the two differently colored beams merged into one, replacing the original beam that had been trying to break through the array.

Hearing the command of Ao Li’s demonic soul, the blood-clad warrior suddenly twisted his body from facing forward to facing backward, and then surged toward Mu Yun.

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Before long, Yu Wei arrived with some men. When Elder Meng saw who exactly was being carried in, he was overcome with rage, feeling that his reputation had been completely ruined by Old Li, this good-for-nothing.

This scene was witnessed by the men behind the man in the brocade robe; some of the more hot-tempered among them nearly rushed out in a fit of fury.

A search revealed no sign of the white-clad Second Prince of the Immortal Kingdom. Judging by the corpses of the Black-Clad Society members, they had primarily been struck down by blade and sword flashes and heavy impacts of immortal energy.

"Why?" Elder Meng was slow to realize, seemingly thinking that Old Li’s betrayal was merely a "unilateral" affair.

She held the contract Ye Chengxuan had given her, and even at this moment, she was still wondering if there was any way to salvage the situation.

Lei Long, an old veteran of the Hubei wilderness, had discovered Ling Yu's trail long ago, and Luo Kede had quickly joined forces with him; they could be considered a formidable team. He had watched from a distance during the battles that killed Gao Fengye and Yan Mu. Both men sighed, shivering inwardly.

He had not expected that at the very last moment, the one to help him would be the Demon General he had once treated as a castaway. He wanted to say "thank you" to Liu Quansi, but those words would never leave his lips.

To the people of this world, Mei Ying felt no pity. Because he was a transmigrator, he only viewed people like his friend Guo Lin as human; everyone else he simply regarded as NPCs in a game.

By now, the medicinal effects in Huang Guoqiang’s body had been fully triggered, his face as red as a monkey’s backside.

At this moment, Ling Susu was like a monarch, issuing orders with clear, crisp, and decisive words, wasting no time. The appeal of the top elite student was immense. Within less than a quarter of an hour, all one hundred and seven elites, save for Wei Shaotian, had arrived.