Never mind whether anyone will come after him in days to come—of one thing we may be certain: there has never been anyone like him before!

"Whoa! You actually took down Huan Xiong? That is absolutely insane!"

He Piaoliang and the others crowded around Wei Zhao, beside themselves with delight.

Chen Feng, the only one besides Wei Zhao to claim a kill in this match—and not merely one, but two at a stroke—looked at Wei Zhao now with undisguised admiration.

With a performance as dazzling as today's, he had done more than enough to wash away the shame of his previous two matches.

And yet...

Che Zhenghao curled his lip. This fellow teases me so merrily, yet was he not scared stiff himself? Kim Taeyeon, beaming all over, carried a glass of mango juice to Li Mo, then slipped away, leaving the two of them alone there.

To say there was no pressure would be a lie; Li Mo was only confident in the third stage. Still, he remained sure of victory.

The mere mention of venting her spleen set Liu Zhiying's blood boiling. She had already procured three hunting dogs and named them after Jia Feng and his son and nephew, intending to loiter about the gates of the Hongwei Escort Agency today; with the name of a direct disciple of Mount Hua behind her, she reckoned the Jia family would not dare lay a hand on her.

As for the legendary life force field, Zhou Jian naturally longed to obtain it—not merely because it could make a person stronger, but also because it could prolong one's years.

"What is it? Aunt Anya!" Seeing Anya's tense expression, Beriel over there was the first to speak up and ask.

Such a rule might not be entirely fair to Xiao Nuo—after all, Xiao Nuo had a full five dragon pearls in his possession.

Luoyang was a famous capital of great antiquity, encircled and upheld by rivers and mountains, its strategic configuration peerless under heaven, seated at the very center of the realm in the heartland of the Nine Provinces. Since Emperor Guangwu, Liu Xiu, established his capital here, more than a hundred and fifty years had passed.

Ferdinand did not possess a spiritual force field like Zhou Jian's, and so had no way to probe the situation inside the temple. At the temple entrance, owing to the angle, the interior simply could not be seen. To confirm his conjecture, Ferdinand charged straight for the entrance of the temple.

Talks between the commander-in-chief of the Yanghe Independence Army and Zao Mai would not conclude without several days—unlike the peace negotiations between the Independence Army and the Burmese military government, which once begun dragged on for a year and a half.

In an instant, the gazes these Nascent Soul cultivators fixed upon the Third Alliance Lord brimmed with killing intent, and at once wave upon wave of dense murderous aura rose up.

Chen Juan had already changed back into ordinary men's clothes, the color and cut both the height of current fashion; he still looked extraordinarily handsome, yet not a whit of manly mettle was lost.

Lin Yu himself wore a light-colored suit—whatever else a man might don, a suit is the most presentable and mature.

Though the mermaid Beauty had cultivated a human form from a spirit, thanks to having eaten the ginseng fruit, she now had an immortal aura wreathing about her.

If his skill at acupoint sealing could be executed to such a superb standard, then surely his medical skill in other respects could not be far behind.

The Snow Sword God had given no sign of himself for several months since taking the world championship; were it not for his legions of fans and his sister still active in livestreaming, people would have thought the Snow Sword God had vanished for good.

Before long, the first eighth-stage Void Spirit cultivator, unable to suppress the demon soul escaping from him, was dragged by the ghost vines into the maw of the withered-corpse ghost tree and became a fine meal.

But Mo Xinyu was a highly clever sort; when the direct approach would not serve, she could still think of a roundabout way to save the situation.

Sheng Hong had been on the throne eight years now. The court could, by a stretch, be counted as under his control. Yet how much longer it would take to bring the vassal princes wholly to heel, there was no telling.

Lin Yu was in no hurry. Though a few designs looked rather fine, there were still more choices to come, so he began browsing at leisure. When he turned to the thirty-second page, a snow-white ring caught his eye.

Li Bixia immediately felt herself beset front and rear. Fortunately, the iron frame Zhang Yuanyuan had found really was a fine place to hide—a wall at their backs, a great iron shelf before them; try as the enemy might, they could not force their way in.

They had just checked where the various classes were stationed: Ina's class, the nearest to them, was still twenty kilometers off. Even if they waited for them to arrive, forget the daylily—even the bean sprouts would have gone cold.