Volume 1, Chapter 53: The Transaction

"Jingyun, isn't today the first day of the clan tournament? Why aren't you there?"

Feng Jingmo looked at Dugu Jingyun in confusion. Now that his uncle was in seclusion, as the young master of Baiyue City, shouldn't he be presiding over the clan tournament?

"Boring!"

Even within the Celestial Domain, he could be considered a formidable expert on one side, and naturally, arrogance was indispensable in his heart. Therefore, even though the Jade-Faced Fist Saint was a proud genius of his generation, being mocked in this manner still left Yang Lie choked with a stifled breath.

To what extent had this spiritual power reached? Yemo himself was not a spiritually-type esper; under normal circumstances, his spiritual power could not be used for anything other than his dream-entering ability. However, as his spiritual power grew increasingly stronger, Yemo discovered some differences.

Their clan was passed down with the bloodline of the long-extinct ancient Golden-Winged Great鹏 (Roc), and the clan leader was often named after this creature. However, after so many generations, their clan had never manifested such a miraculous phenomenon.

The overwhelming, torrential kisses stripped away Lin Xinxin's rationality, and she even began to stir with passion, reaching out with some impatience to hook her arms around Shen Zhan's neck—an action that only made Shen Zhan all the more fervent.

"So materializing internal energy turns out to be this terrifying. It seems I misjudged you, but don't get too proud. Such a powerful leader-class ability will undoubtedly make countless existences feel threatened. I just hope you live long enough to keep this power." Adrian's injuries were now almost completely recovered, and he sneered as he said this.

The sacrificial refinement secret technique described by the Six-Tailed Spirit Fox was extremely brutal. Its principle was to forcibly imprison all the energy of a fellow sect member and then refine it into oneself, thereby elevating one's cultivation realm.

The Chupacabra that appeared first, along with two large dogs, had their bodies covered in a viscous liquid, and the saliva hanging from the fangs in their mouths was a full five or six centimeters long.

And Luo Ming had precisely set his sights on this point. He had a good relationship with the chief director of this show in private, and thus managed to get onto the program using this connection.

Unfortunately, facing his aggressive onslaught, Yang Lie merely changed his fist into a finger, pressing down nonchalantly toward that beam of light. His posture was as carefree as brushing away a mosquito or a gnat, possessing an indescribable elegance.

In fact, Pei Jingyi truly believed it. What she was curious about was why Feng Qingyu wanted to take an afternoon nap in the dead of winter; didn't people usually take naps in the summer? However, Pei Jingyi did not ask.

Unexpectedly, Long Yanhua did not display an angry expression, but simply lowered her head and began to contemplate. This action undoubtedly left Bai Shaozi both startled and delighted, making him think that she was genuinely considering his proposal to marry him.

Shangguan Fei walked softly to Li Haolong's side, kissed him gently on the lips, and said, "Future hubby, what are you thinking about that you didn't even notice me coming in?"

This was known in the online gaming community as an unsolved mystery to this day, and even within Fallen Angel itself, they still remained unclear about it. In the end, everyone reached a conclusion: the departure of Tang Yin, Tang Xin, might have been due to personal matters.

Measuring about twenty square meters, it was decorated and furnished with extreme luxury, rivaling the facilities of an ordinary five-star hotel. From this alone, one could tell what kind of person Miao Lijie was.

However, Gu Hao's heart stirred slightly; he had already caught a trace of excitement in the eyes of Lin Yezhu, who was suffering from extreme mental fatigue.

Standing there was a unique monster. It stood alone at the entrance of the fourth floor, with a long spear thrust upside down beside it. Wrapped entirely in armor, it stood motionless on the spot. It must undoubtedly be the BOSS.

"How is it? The taste of being wounded by a spatial blade isn't pleasant, is it?" Moving too slowly to dodge, Death-Bringer was grazed on the arm by a spatial blade; although it was only a glancing blow, it still left a deep bloody gash.