Diao Yanlian nodded repeatedly.

Before the words had even faded, the pressure bearing down on Wei Zhao suddenly surged—at least a hundred times heavier than before. Clearly, the other side had singled him out for special attention.

Never mind a capable fighter like him who had fused only three divine artifacts; even someone like Xue Wanqian, who had fused ten, would be flattened to the ground within minutes if suddenly subjected to such pressure.

Yet Wei Zhao did not stir in the slightest, meeting the other's gaze with calm composure.

A flicker of surprise passed through Diao Tiande's eyes, and then...

The Demonic Cult was powerful, and Yao Ping'an was the strongest cultivator here apart from Lin Piyu. If he wanted to leave, no one dared say a word.

But Tang Feng had them remain hidden aboard the warships. These two great mystical beast experts—Tang Feng would certainly not use them until the critical moment! And now, if Xiong Da and Zhu Ge were to launch a covert attack on the fleet behind them, it would likely take only a few minutes to destroy more than half of it.

Wu Dabenshi had always been of delicate, fragile constitution, and now his gait was even more unsteady—his body and vital energy were both depleted to a wretched state.

Miao Ziyang, meanwhile, narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at Tang Feng in deep thought. In the instant Tang Feng and Shi Yuwei had flashed into view, he had distinctly sensed a spatial force.

The moment Sun Cheng emerged, Elder Zhao and the three red-robed stewards all fixed their gazes on him.

Fang He ran his hand along the tail in his grasp. The incomparably soft texture and silky fur gave Fang He a feeling of ease and comfort.

The instant Yan Chengle's words fell, the immortal power and true qi throughout his body surged violently, and in the blink of an eye he locked onto Tang Feng, dozens of meters away. The next moment, Yan Chengle's figure transformed into a sharp arrow, hurtling toward Tang Feng at incredible speed.

Giving and receiving are proportionate; there is no free lunch in this world—and even if there were, one would still have to pay some price in the end.

At the thought of the Wolf, I smiled bitterly. He shouldn't have come. This battle was not his; he should not have died here. It was I who dragged him into this. Perhaps it takes only a second to forge a bond between soldiers. I had not known the Wolf long, yet he was willing to accompany me to death.

When the blinding light faded, a white tiger with piercing eyes, four or five meters tall, appeared before everyone.

"Sect Master Mei, it was I who spoke nonsense. You are magnanimous and forgiving—please do not hold it against me." Luo Qingshan, thick-skinned and shameless, looked at Mei Ruojian with a fawning smile.

Old Wang's account was clear and orderly. Wu Zihao asked a question, and he answered—not the slightest bit vague. Who knew what he was thinking.

If one were fishing for a wealthy husband on such an occasion, of course one could dress more formally. If one wanted to attract attention, one could dress more revealingly and sexily.

"Professor Rong, please recognize your current position—I am the guest!" Jun Liaoliao said, somewhat annoyed.

But his health was not good after all, and fearing he might pass his illness to the child, he handed Zixi over to Mother Gu before the meal.

Meng Xiuer was inside, lost in thought, completely off guard. As the horse surged forward, she was flung out as well.

Shi Lei's voice sounded gentle, but the words he spoke had nothing to do with gentleness. Jia Meng's body began to tremble.

Because they understood that the upper floors of the main building were now filled with personages of every description; nearly all those with power and influence in Nanjing had gathered here.

Needless to say, Clare also understood what Colonel Seaton meant to convey, but he did not interrupt—he simply kept listening.

Zhao Zhou pondered, and as he lifted his feet to continue walking, he glanced at the crowd and saw that they showed no signs of grief.

A massive surge of bubbles erupted in an instant, and in the blink of an eye they had completely enveloped Yotsuya Mikiko.

But just as they were immersed in the wonderful life that technology had brought them, in a corner of the universe, an unknown disaster quietly arrived at Dahong Star.

Two minutes later, Hill and Mickey, having applied for a room change, walked out of the hotel with Clare, and naturally spotted Renjiro waiting below.