For any squad—especially one assembled on the spot—to place in a grand tournament of this intensity, it must first go through extensive honing in every respect.

By the most generous reckoning, there are only two days left for that honing, which is nowhere near enough.

The crux of the problem is that the squad has only four members at present and still lacks a vitally important second seat.

Wei Zhao looked toward Li Jinwang. "Brother Li, do you intend to put Li Chongyang on the field?"

Li Jinwang hesitated slightly. "The boy is narrow-minded and hardly equal to a great responsibility. In the present circumstances, to..."

"Ha, haha, I wouldn't dare," Shan Hui said, patting his head ever so lightly, and set about getting on good terms with Wangcai.

Just a little more was needed, only a tiny bit, and Fenghuang Wu would fall completely into his tender snare; if he pushed but a little harder, the power of the entire Yinxi Kingdom would be within reach.

Ye Feng's eyes went red at once—these were brothers who had shared life and death for many years—and the gap was immediately filled by other guards.

Ruan Hongzhuang and Chen Yan were frightened out of their wits as well; had Xu Chuan not restrained their movements with spiritual power, they would long since have leapt from their seats to shield him from the bullets.

Lin Feng comforted his mother and spent a good while explaining—that he actually had a team, that he had backing, that it was all just for the show and she must not take it seriously, that he was fine, that nothing was wrong.

Feng Qingyin was blackened from head to toe by the soot, her original appearance wholly indiscernible; only her pair of phoenix eyes could be seen, startlingly bright.

Following the meat T's prompt, He Yuting glanced at her own panel and broke into a sweat once more. Indeed, many of the values showed as single digits—and most of those were zero.

Hearing Lin Feng's words, the audience gained some measure of understanding of this terrifying surgical procedure.

"Eh," he said, and pulled time back to normal. Gazing at the starry sky, he sighed over his endless melancholy in the night; Yang Tianbo's brows stayed furrowed as he stared at the western chamber and sighed inwardly: Ah, when will she ever tell me about my benefactor?

For all these years, Yang Zhong had risen every morning to find his wife Li Fang had already prepared a steaming hot breakfast.

With that, he leapt from the aircraft carrier, his feet striking the water and bursting up a huge spray; in an instant he vanished from where he stood and hurtled toward the remaining warships, carving a zigzag trail like lightning and piercing through one hull after another.

"Later I obtained fragments of the Jingkong Sword and refined them into four acquired spirit treasures." Houtu pointed at the void, and four flying swords suddenly blazed forth, erupting with a magnificent aura of space.

A year's time... Thinking of what the white-robed scholar Lueyun had said, he gave a soft sigh, yet the corner of his mouth could not help lifting slightly.

The other ghouls pounced as well; one seized his leg and bit down, trying to tear his flesh away, while another opened its maw wide and lunged for his face.

Seeing Qi Ji prostrate himself before him, Rong Ying at once reached out to help him up, only to find he could not; Qi Ji had dropped straight down onto the ground. Anxious at heart, Rong Ying knelt down before Qi Ji as well. And so the two ended up facing each other, bowing low in mutual reverence.

The upper volume of the inheritance was passed down to successive heads of the family, while the lower volume was hidden away somewhere by Chen Liu, its whereabouts long since unknown.

Just as Xiahou Shuyao and Situ Yunxuan were gazing at each other with deep, doting affection, the physician summoned from the clinic by Guan Ju arrived.

If one also cultivated an offensive technique of spiritual power, the opponent truly would not even know how he died—after all, an assault of spiritual power was not something the physical body could withstand.

"Are you two out of your minds? My leader is a match for your patriarch—so why in the world would he wear the robes of his disciple?" Xiao Gou rolled his eyes.

Hearing the man's words, I too felt my anger rise. This building belongs to the company, and the one in charge of managing it is Yu Keyan; this man does not even count as a doorkeeper, and yet he was this arrogant.

That single "husband" not only jolted Zhang Shangjin's heart, but made Cheng Haiyan and Shan Yuchen exchange glances as well, before they went back to eating with their heads down as though nothing had happened.