Volume 1, Chapter 65: The Clan Tournament (Part 2)

"It truly sounds wonderful. This teacher's playing level could rival the musicians in the imperial palace," Double Pupils sighed in the consciousness space.

If he were to anger such a powerhouse of formidable strength by casually announcing the match results and ended up being dealt with, the United States side would not help him exact revenge; his death might not even be mentioned at all. In this world, strength was the ultimate capital for speaking.

Returning to the courtyard, Suisui went straight to the alchemy room without stopping to prepare medicines. Half of the rumors spreading in the city were thanks to the hallucinogenic medicine she concocted, and the other half was the result of Ling Xiao's proper arrangements.

By early morning, the place was already packed with cultivators. There were Qi Condensation stage cultivators, Foundation Establishment powerhouses, and even one or two Purple Mansion realm experts hiding among them.

Three days later, Liu Yun from Intercontinental Group called Han Bing to congratulate him on winning the bid and asked him to bring Su Jingmu along to attend the signing ceremony.

"I... I heard crying from the kitchen and thought something had happened... so I came over to check," Bai Yin explained hurriedly when she saw Xi Zhao's flustered expression.

She didn't need to get involved at all, nor did she have to choose to go with Yun Yi and the others to the Dragon Clan, yet she had not left.

Hearing the sound, Mother Luo hurried out of the kitchen. Seeing Luo Yi sitting on the ground and clutching her ankle, her face was filled with distress.

Wang Qingshan was already just a step away from the Foundation Establishment realm. Now, with the assistance of a Tier 4 treasure, he easily reached the peak of the ninth layer of Qi Condensation.

Chantelin tossed the two heads into the sky, turned around to wipe the sparkling tears from her cheeks, and snapped her fingers.

Its advancement was not like natal spiritual talismans, which fused heavenly treasures and were nourished by true essence and magic power.

Compared to Zuo Fei, who rode a motorcycle just like him but looked much more dashing and handsome, he naturally felt a bit of envy, jealousy, and hatred.

Everyone else present felt the same way. Previously, they had all assumed that Ding Zhishan was just An Ze's assistant or someone similar, never expecting him to be a writer. But what did it mean for An Ze to bring a writer along?

What should she do now? Yang Yu pondered for a moment, and then an unfathomable smile appeared at the corners of her lips.

Dozens of these high-level esper above level eight were controlling and simulating a stellar model map under the command of a high-tier Mirror Master.

Under Chen Feng's frantic and life-risking attacks, the two Tier 2 evil cultivators barely managed to defend against the sword shadows using a chained bone prison, but that high-tier wizard apprentice was beheaded by Chen Feng within ten breaths.

"Who on earth is the Holy Master?" Li Qingtong asked the most crucial question after True Person Taiyuan finished speaking.

"Forget it, you may leave," Colonel Phillips said casually with a wave of his hand, and the sergeant backed out of the office.

Immortal Fate City—a place regarded by the upper echelons of both the human and demon races as a trial ground where lower-tier living beings competed for survival space—was growing in foundation by leaps and bounds, driven by the flapping of butterfly wings from this very Li Qingtong,

Ye Shuang's thoughts were very simple. As the older brother, he naturally had to work hard to get into a good university and set a good example for his younger sisters at home. Therefore, he planned to earn the expenses for raising the Ghastly as much as possible during his spare time, asking for as little money from the family as possible.

Shadow shifted his feet slightly to avoid getting the corrosive liquid on his shoes. He knew how powerful the ice crystal gun was; it was a pity, however, that this gadget was something he had long since stopped playing with.

The others couldn't help turning their heads to look, only to see a cultivator in white robes gazing at them with a smile. This person was the one who had just spoken out with the question.

Therefore, even without any instructions from Cain, he did not dare let these Quinjets and armed helicopters open fire.

He merely showed a trace of surprise, then returned to his normal expression and said, "Fellow Daoist, please wait a moment while this old man carefully inspects it, and then I will give you a reasonable price. How about that?"

"Will you?" If she took the money and reneged on her promise, he wouldn't actually do anything to her; he would just consider it a gift.

Instead of showing any signs of leaving New York, Electro, who came with his own light and shadow effects, flew straight towards Times Square.

Xue Yun had been woken up in the middle of the night by Xue Hualin and was already overwhelmingly sleepy, having no heart to pursue why Xue Hualin was acting shy. Seeing that Xue Hualin was no longer disturbing him, he naturally closed his eyes to rest immediately.

"Where is Gu Mo? Which operating room?" Jiang Yiran looked anxiously at Ye Shuyu, his entire face written with anxiety and even a trace of panic.

Seeing this scene, the waiter was at a loss for what to do for a moment and had no choice but to cast their gaze toward Ye Shuyu.

Lei Ziming opened his eyes to look at the old demon, who wore a smug expression. The wrinkles on his face were as deep as gullies, and his flesh piled up when he smiled—truly unsightly.

Introducing a boyfriend to Du Zhenzhen was not her own idea; she was also entrusted by someone else. If she could successfully play matchmaker, the rewards would be substantial, so she took it very seriously.

When the focus of his pupils slowly faded, the shadow of death enveloped the dying person. Only after she had no strength left to struggle and went limp did Xiao Kuang loosen his grip.

Behold this person: wearing a brocade pheasant feather crown, draped in a red cotton robe, wearing golden armor with a suanni motif on his chest, possessing a heroic appearance, and astride a magnificent divine steed. With a single long neigh, it actually caused the horses in the front lines of both armies to whimper and lower their heads.

Sunday afternoon. While waiting for Du Zhenzhen to arrive, Luo Nan quietly pondered what had happened on the bus the day before.

Arriving at the men's restroom, Park Chanyeol turned on the faucet and splashed handfuls of water fiercely onto his face.

When Long Teng walked to the center of the square, the Angel Empire soldiers patrolling around the square finally discovered him. In less than a fraction of a second, a full hundred soldiers surrounded Long Teng.

Park Chanyeol very naturally placed his hand on Oh Sehun's head, playing casually with his soft hair.

She walked forward at an extremely slow pace, feeling her legs grow weak and her feet as heavy as if bound by a thousand catties, presenting somewhat the graceful posture of a delicate willow swaying in the wind.

Xing Mu took it. The Misty Rain Pavilion? The Xing Royal Palace had never had any dealings with the Misty Rain Pavilion; why would the Misty Rain Pavilion send an invitation to the Xing Royal Palace out of the blue?

Abe Harukawa suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis. Just as he was about to raise his eyes, a fierce white light shot straight at him from directly opposite.

Divine Artisan Che Yuan gave Chu Xiao a deep look, his eyes carrying a strange and marvelous brilliance, which seemed to be a form of entrustment and hope. Then he waved his sleeve, and Chu Xiao's figure vanished.