Chapter 45: Reverse Scale

The words had barely left its mouth when it opened its cavernous maw and lunged to bite down on the two of them. Fan Baijie and Guo Chi swam desperately, trying to escape from the giant python's jaws, yet they remained trapped beneath that oppressive shadow.

As the match progressed to this stage, although RNG's every move clearly indicated they were playing for the late game, this retreat after retreat—conceding all resources to IG while lacking the courage to engage in direct team fights—felt utterly stifling. The viewers watching felt this frustration firsthand, and for the fans, it was naturally all the more agonizing.

"Understood. Making a fool of myself once is enough; I certainly don't want a second time," Zheng Qi said solemnly. This was his first mistake since he had truly grown into his role.

Brother Guan's mouth was outrageously foul. When pushed to his absolute limit, there was truly nothing he wouldn't say. In truth, he deeply detested those who deliberately stirred up trouble and manipulated public opinion.

Even though Ning had come straight up for a counter-gank after finishing his blue buff, he ended up wasting a certain amount of time hiding in the brush due to Siyang's cautious play. If no fight broke out, this play would put Ning at a slight disadvantage.

The imperial court had ordered the Guan clan to rendezvous with and assist the main imperial army. For Guan Yu, this was precisely an opportunity to mend fences and resolve conflicts with his kinsmen. It was no longer merely a decree from the throne.

Watching Rookie's solo kill replay on the giant screen, the casters were extremely excited, yet the kill notification that popped up at that moment was exceptionally eye-catching, adding a humorous twist to the broadcast.

Zhang Liao had not even begun a serious charge; relying solely on his hidden fire thunder bullets, he shattered the enemy's first line of defense and pressed onward toward the second.

At that moment, further provoked by Fang Qingyuan's few words, a surge of murderous intent flared up within him. He thrust his sword straight at Fang Qingyuan's vital throat, intent on a fatal strike.

Clearly devoid of any vital signs, the wisps of black vapor nevertheless conveyed an unmistakable sense of "terror" to Zhou Yi.

As they stepped out through the main gates of the Xiangji Hall, they saw dozens of inner sect disciples standing by with swords in hand, awaiting further orders.

Zhao Fei turned his head once more, glancing back at the whimpering Guo Lijuan, a complex mix of emotions flickering across his expression.

Why is it that during that intensely turbulent era prior to the founding of the nation, the Guardians never stepped forward to protect the country and its people?

"Give me back my things." Ouyang Yuyou reached out to take the necklace clenched in his fist, but he suddenly turned and dodged, causing her to lunge into empty air. Unwilling to give up, she tried to snatch it back. As the two of them tugged and fought over it, the flame reached its critical tipping point.

Ji Linchuan felt warm tears suddenly drop onto the back of his hand—pat, pat, as though what flowed from her eyes was molten red wax, scalding his heart drop by drop and riddling it with bloody holes.

I searched around for Xiren, only to suddenly remember that this time I had somehow encountered Dongfang Mingyue instead of Dongfang Xiren.

Whimpering aggrievedly with soft, delicate sobs, 0617 no longer thought Xuanyuan was cool at all; it curled into a ball and retreated into Xuanyuan's sea of consciousness to lick its wounds.

Over the years, whenever mother and son harbored overnight grievances, it wasn't once or twice that Madam Ji had compromised and swallowed her pride to placate him; what difference did one more time make?

She simply sensed that his mood was somewhat off. Stealthily, she cast a glance toward Lin Xinhun's direction on the side, only to find that Lin Xinhun was also looking over toward them. Catching Fu Jincheng holding her, Lin Xinhun hurriedly averted her gaze.

Although the enchanting man had not voiced his thoughts aloud, after countless years of deep friendship, how could the elegant man fail to understand what was on his mind?

He had not expected that Xiongba, even after severing two of his own fingers, would still possess such formidable strength. Under the earth-shattering impact of the Mighty Unconquerable force, he had persisted for so long. Asking himself honestly, had he been in their position, the outcome likely would have been no better.

Meanwhile, Ouyang Jing, Xuanyuan Jinghong, and Nalan De each produced a triangular metallic object from their respective spatial treasures. When the three pieces of metal were joined together, a perfect tetrahedron was born.

The edges of his iron fan flashed with deadly sharpness as he swept it through the air, instantly unleashing countless brilliant divine radiances. The next moment, it seemed as though myriad blade-slashes fell upon Xu Chen. In an instant, Xu Chen's body was covered in wounds, and shortly thereafter, it shattered apart as if he were about to be torn to pieces.

Captain Zhong wore a puzzled look, likely wondering how we could so easily give up and abandon the video without having secured it, especially after we had gone out of our way to meet the deceased yesterday afternoon.

"How is that possible!" the prison guards retreated in panic, able to do little more than murmur "impossible" over and over again, utterly lost for any other words.

Glancing at Ji Siyue, whose sleeping posture was far from calm, Jian Movfan suddenly felt a pang of heartache. He knew her mother had passed away long ago, and as it turned out, her toughness had merely been a facade; only in moments like this did her true self emerge.

Reaching up to brush aside her slightly disheveled hair, Aizen's expression was entirely devoid of his signature gentle smile, replaced instead by a proud and icy gaze.

"Patriarch, why didn't those Liu family kinsmen execute Wang Mang?" The speaker was the older of the two youths from earlier, his fists clenched tightly as he spoke with indignation.

"Big brother, you don't need to waste your breath. Just tell us whether you're going to let us go or not?" Shangguan Fei grew impatient.

"Enough, stop struggling to find words here. Do you really think that with your eloquence, you can humiliate me? Can all of you combined manage to humiliate me?" Feng Qing swept his gaze over Zhao Hao, Wu Da, and the others, and then simply walked away.

"Wuque—does he lack nothing? With a father like you, the child is born with wealth and power surpassing all others. Truly, he lacks for nothing." Kong Xuan nodded and said.

"There is one way: find the corpse that provided those two types of blood, and burn it to ashes. Only then will this parasitic fetus truly die, but..." Old Man Yang sighed.

The shopkeeper's attitude was truly arrogant. Assuming that Du Feng was merely hanging around with Hong Wansan and his associates, he figured Du Feng couldn't possibly be very wealthy. Consequently, his tone of voice was thoroughly unpleasant. Had it not been for the decent quality of Du Feng's attire, he might not even have allowed him through the door.

"Can you also elevate my cultivation to the same realm as Yingying's? When you fight, I want to quietly watch by your side!" Yue Ruohan said with tender affection.

Among all the things Lu Pengfei had just rattled on about, the only one that left a slight impression on Yang Hao was the Ma family's strategic partner, Xinhai Shipping—because Chen Hongzhi, the young master who had previously clashed with him, happened to be the eldest young master of Xinhai Shipping.

Having lived for so long, Ladon was acutely aware of the terrifying nature of this primeval wilderness. Back then, he had been as humble as an ant; though his strength was no longer what it once was, Ladon neither dared nor wished to risk his life recklessly.

Involuntarily, Yang Easy suddenly recalled the exotic beasts beyond mortal comprehension from the martial arts tales of his past life: the Fire Qilin at the Leshan Giant Buddha, the divine giant condor in the Sword Graveyard, the demonic dragon at the God of War's Qingtian Palace... and so on.

"Principal Liu, this is an opportunity to bring glory to the country! In order to keep Feng Qing at the school, are you truly willing to disregard the nation's honor?" Coach Shen said.