"You really mean to trample right over my face?"

Huan Xiong had clearly worked this out as well; the astonishment on his face swiftly turned to contempt. "To be honest, you do have a bit of potential—but only a bit."

"If you truly had what it takes to seize my position, you would have seized it long ago. Why would you drag it out to this day?"

His posture was lofty and condescending, yet to everyone's ears these words sounded utterly fair and objective.

The open zones of the Divine Domain were vast.

If one looked across the whole of the Divine Domain's open zones, even Huan Xiong could hardly be called the strongest in the first seat...

A full twenty-three days later, Xing Luo had at last finished learning everything Yu Huiying meant to teach.

With precedent already set, how could anyone let another monopolize the glory? The Mafia had far too many methods at its disposal—not merely spending money and bribery.

At a thought, Jiang Ning dodged the sword. Yet before he could steady himself, a warning shrieked in his mind—Huo Xiao was slashing at him from behind.

She took Tong Yiniang's pulse once more and felt it was much better than before, and could not help but breathe a sigh of relief. Fearing that a slow recovery would hinder her walking on the road, she fed Tong Yiniang another round of diluted milk; with half a day's rest, it should be enough to sustain her until they reached the new residence.

The three demons' faces lit with delight—then, caught in a mighty surge of force, they were flung far away, and the black whip, unable to withstand the immense power, was twisted into several pieces.

Only after Tang Jin promised not to fight Chen Dongsheng after school did Liang Xiaoying forgive him. Come to think of it, she was only looking out for his good, and Tang Jin felt happy about it too. But Chen Dongsheng had to be taught a lesson no matter what—otherwise he would think Tang Jin was afraid of him.

Lin Yi was greatly startled and was inclined to summon the Divine Thunder Demon-Expelling Talisman again. But the Variegated Bee was too close to Rong Ruodie, and for fear of harming the innocent he dared not act rashly. The Slag-serpent was even more like a burr stuck to the bone, its eyes shooting bolts of lightning, leaving him no room to spare.

The Cao clan perished here, and the corpse of Cao Cao's eldest son, Cao Ang, lay stark upon the ground. In the broad field there was only Xu Chu alive, sitting there with his blade in hand. Yet the might he radiated was such that no one dared to look him straight in the eye.

Neither Liu Bei nor Zhuge Liang had expected things to come to this pass. Liu Biao was too ruthless. The ambitions of Jiangdong were too great. Now the two sides already stood with swords drawn and bows bent; a single spark would set off their fury and turn it into a fight to the death.

Then Ice-Heart Girl, whose name had been snatched away, vanished offline from before their eyes with the speed of a thunderclap before one could cover one's ears.

Seeing how sincerely he apologized, people had just calmed down for a while—but who knew that a second piece of news about Guo Hua would surface again.

A Desert Eagle holds seven bullets and packs tremendous power. Chen Fan had used four in Los Angeles; three remained, enough to report back with.

Of course, such a result owed no small part to the timing of his arrival. Just before him, a challenger named Black Fang had happened to reach the ninth round, which made many guests who had planned to leave choose to stay and wait for a ten-win streak to be born.

Since Chen Fan was the one driving the rhythm, he could not keep letting himself crush people mindlessly; such matches were boring, and the audience would only grow disgusted.

"You already have me—won't you ask for something of a higher order?" Chu Qing leaned back, lounging lazily against the office chair, crossing his legs as he looked at Jiang Zi and coaxed him patiently.

Since Scabby-head Three had gone to such slippery lengths to stop them from entering the tomb, it showed there must be treasure beneath that great tomb; to pass it up would truly be a pity.

Peppa had just arranged a meeting with Woods. Last time's experience had been excellent—and when a customer's experience is good, they come back for more.

Shameless—at that moment, the Wigan Athletic manager and the media on the sidelines all cursed inwardly. Yet no matter how they cursed, they could not change the situation on the pitch.

"Hold it! Take off your mask!" Nelson fixed his gaze on the great purple-gold sword on Nanmu's back and shouted coldly.

Watching everyone vanish, Dong Xier and the others were first stunned; then they all rushed over, came to the air above the magic array, and looked down.

Suddenly, countless figures, swift as ghosts, leaped down from the trees, raced swiftly up to the top of the slope, and then lit their torches.