One hundred and fifty-seven

[Proton Transition] Having completely lost air superiority, Jiang Feng could only flicker across the ground. Once he stayed in the air for too long, he was likely to plunge headfirst to the ground, and even a "cardiac stimulant" would be of no use.

Zhao Siheng did not know where his parents were going, but he agreed without a moment's hesitation. As long as he could go along with them, nothing else mattered.

Looking at her blinking, pitifully aggrieved big eyes, Bo Tingshen swallowed the words "far from enough" and changed them to "okay."

After pondering for a while, he decided to find an intermediary to speak about this matter. It was no longer convenient for him to step forward personally, and leaving it unattended might lead to trouble. Therefore, he called an elderly man from the firm over, explained the situation to him, and asked him to find some time to make things clear to Zhu Xi.

"Still laughing," Yun Yun said with a hint of bashful annoyance, extending her jade-like hand to strike Chu He again, but this time her hand was caught by him.

The butler glanced at her indifferently, as if she were completely insignificant, and walked away without even answering her question.

Lu Yuxin would no longer foolishly sit and wait for death. Reaching out, she stubbornly grabbed Zou Ying's hair and pulled hard.

Hurriedly picking up the clothes she had prepared earlier, she ran into the bathroom, changed at lightning speed, and rushed out.

"What? Are you waiting for me to invite you out of the car?" Lu Beichuan looked at the person still sitting dazed inside the vehicle, saying with a smile that was not quite a smile.

Then, a man leaped down from the tall canopy of bush foliage like a falcon, wielding a curved-blade long spear in his hand and striking straight at one of the tentacles. Before Jiang Feng could even finish watching, nine more figures rapidly surged up from the ground, each attacking one of the nine tentacles.

Bai Yuerong had originally thought Bu Yao was just trying to comfort her, but at that moment, looking at Bu Yao's earnest expression, a trace of hope uncontrollably rose in her heart.

"What's the situation inside?" Yang Yong asked alertfully, his eyes wide open as he constantly kept watch on the surrounding environment.

A new era's pattern was emerging, and amidst this situation, various factions across the vast sea naturally began to churn with undercurrents, growing increasingly chaotic.

"Then what do you want?" Wanfu Qian did not want to listen to any more of her harsh words and directly cut her off.

With dark, emaciated skin, a messy buzz cut, and cheap clothes, his gaze carried a certain edge, resembling someone who had seen bloodshed.

She suddenly chuckled softly, though it was unclear what she was laughing at. Inside, True Person Jingfa let out a soft sigh, knowing all along that Ji Chengfeng's disciple would be no pushover.

Hearing this, the members of the Heavenly Absolute Guard instantly found their direction like a beacon of light in the dark night, and rushed murderously toward the two vampire dukes.

Bu Yao took the offered pill bottle, unscrewed the cap with one hand, carefully checked the quantity inside, and brought the bottleneck to her nose to sniff it.

Several hundred genetically modified warriors equipped with new material rope-launchers rushed forward swiftly. Jumping like locusts onto the Prophet's back, they leapt continuously while tightly binding the Prophet with numerous ropes.

Zhou Lianhua's incessant chattering was left far behind by Xu Wang. At this moment, Xu Wang's heart was entirely filled with Su Yunxi.

"Are you talking about me?" Ding Guoguo looked at her in bafflement; she didn't seem to have offended anyone from the Snow Clan, did she?

I deeply admire her demeanor at this moment—shedding no tears, but smiling full of hope. This is precisely the mindset we ought to possess when facing adversity.

Many people found it baffling that she liked a youth of ordinary appearance who couldn't even cultivate, but she simply liked him in her heart, and there was no explaining it.

A bad premonition arose in her heart. She wanted to run, but she knew all too well that a human could never outrun a horse. Abandoning the thought of escape, she straightened up and stood rooted to the spot, waiting.

"Sigh, perhaps these two were bitter enemies in their past lives—" Eros and Huaxiang exchanged glances, utterly speechless.

With the elder's palm descending from point-blank range, Wang Dong's eyes turned bloodred. Pouring every ounce of his remaining spiritual power into a desperate, reckless charge against the stubbornly blocked meridian, he let out a roaring shout, his hoarse voice causing the ears of everyone in the inn to ring.

Yan Zhen's original intention was to attend the Wanxiong Assembly, so naturally, he had no objections. As for Yan Yingying, she had originally set out to search for Chen Luo; figuring that based on Chen Luo's temperament, he would most likely not miss such a grand gathering, she had tagged along with her eldest brother to attend.

The crowd only heard Zhuge Tian let out a miserable scream before he was violently blasted against a stone pillar, crashing heavily to the ground.

Far away, Shi Kai once again clearly sensed that distant gaze, and this time it was even more intense. As Shi Kai grew stronger, his perception of everything around him had also grown significantly more powerful.

"What kind of scoundrel dares to commit such a ruthless act and kill my guard?" shouted a young man in purple battle robes, leaping forward while riding atop a mighty Red-Fire Beast.

To encounter so-called ghosts within this shopping mall meant something strange must have transpired here.

At this moment, Lord Dog laughed to his heart's content, momentarily unable to suppress the joy in his heart, which drew envious glances from the other First and Second Elders.

She had probably been ill for quite a long time. When the illness was still mild at first, she hadn't dared to tell Tiantian about it.

It was precisely because of this that Lin Xueyun had been pushed into the spotlight, shouldering eternal infamy. But in this lifetime, he would never let that happen again. All the gossip and slander would be borne by him alone; all he wanted was for his Yan'er to live a carefree life.

After speaking, Ken Tung took out the prepared ring box, extracted the ring from it, and knelt on one knee before Zhenzhen.

Upon hearing these words, the emissary instantly frowned—not for any other reason, but because she felt that what she had just said was far too terrifying.

The iron-eating beast's attention was drawn by this scream. It retracted its raised foot and looked at the white tiger in confusion.

Having finished discussing the matter, Bai Ziyang did not linger and drove toward Bihai Garden. On the way, however, a sense of foreboding arose within him, as he felt that something was amiss about letting Zhao Bin go today.

His original plan had been well-conceived: to use the ferocious beast Qiongqi to awaken the trial-takers' spirit of martyrdom, thereby successfully weeding out those with inferior strength.

This task could be described as effortless. If this fellow still managed to mess it up by then, wouldn't he have a legitimate, righteous reason to strip him of his elder position?