Chapter Ninety-One: Into Deeper Depths

“All right, all right, let’s stop talking about this. He’s not a child anymore, he knows perfectly well what he should and shouldn’t do.” Zhao Ling’er glanced at the awkward atmosphere before her, feeling a bit embarrassed, and promptly interjected, “There’s no need for any contest between you two. Let’s end this farce here. We should continue moving forward.”

In truth, neither Zhao Yuan nor Yang Mu genuinely wished to compete when the challenge was raised; both secretly feared the other’s abilities might injure them.

“If we’re not competing, let’s hurry up and stop dawdling here,” Ye Yu’er said, her displeasure evident in her furrowed brow as she urged them, “Come on, let’s go.”

“You’re going into seclusion again?” Ling Yuan was startled. Chu Ling had just returned from the Canghuang Realm, his strength now sufficient to sweep through the entire Ancient Domain of Chaos—why was he so eager to retreat and cultivate again?

When Nicole stepped out of the orchard, she was stunned to see Hercules dining with a frown, his peculiar fondness for food on full display.

Before Giles’ pupils could fully contract in shock, the incoming gold and silver ingots were shattered to pieces by General White Jade’s slashing strike.

Although tradition dictated that those at the Supreme realm could not enter the Land of Divine Fall, every ancient clan would send several prominent figures to wait outside for their kin’s return.

Li Yu openly challenged Mo Fan and the others, leaving everyone puzzled by his intentions.

Mr. Mo, flustered, helped Mrs. Mo to her feet. Seeing the injury on her face, he hurriedly opened the medicine kit, but in his haste, he knocked it over.

As the referee called for the match to begin, Killua moved first, immediately employing his limb flex technique and trailing a series of afterimages around Hanzo.

The bandits were numerous; though they fled in disarray, their strength remained intact. If they entrenched themselves in the town, it would be difficult to root them out. If Lan Ziyi ignored these fleeing bandits, over twenty thousand starving vagabonds left behind could cause untold trouble.

Summer Nian followed him to the center of a courtyard, where a rectangular dining table had already been set for a candlelit dinner.

She was responsible for a region that was remote within the star system—truly the backwaters.

In an instant, all sound in the Li family ceased; everyone stopped what they were doing, as if time itself had halted.

In just a few short days, Sheng Yongnian had become gaunt and frail, his prison clothes hanging loosely as he was shoved inside.

Flame Thorn’s forehead veins bulged visibly as he heard these words, his red hair igniting in flames—a manifestation of the divine power gained from cultivating the Burning Flame Valley’s wrathful way.

“Bastard! How dare you insult the Second Prince! You’re asking for death!” A freshman eager to curry favor drew his blade and charged at Le Bing across the way.

Although Ding Hanyu was mentally prepared, she still couldn’t fully cooperate with me. Her breathing grew rapid with tension, hands tightly gripping the bedsheet. As my fingers moved in rhythm, a tear moistened her lashes, but she managed not to resist.

The teams were still chosen at random. In each match, if a team’s members defeated three opponents, that team would be declared the winner.

“I can grant your wish, but first you must discuss it with Song Liangsheng and see if he agrees.” Su Wan was out of words, picked up her handbag, and prepared to leave the café.

A wave of pain surged upward through the body, nearly suffocating, cold sweat pouring out. With that kick, bones cracked—no one struck harder than Duan Meng.

Night Qingcheng paused her absorption of elemental energy, lay her head on the jade platform, and began cultivating spiritual power.

Ye Feng quickly noticed the change, frowned, and hurriedly asked Sword Thirty what had happened.

Due to their height difference, even in this embrace, Xia Xun’s eyes could still look straight ahead.

Near the Immortal-Slaying Platform, resentment soared to the heavens, yet a golden shield always enveloped the tormented souls.