Chapter 58

As the saying goes, when foes meet in narrow lanes, the bolder wins. The warriors of the Azure Wolf Kingdom were mostly reckless fighters who attacked with a fierce, death-defying tenacity. It was precisely this bloody warfare across all fronts that forged their regional hegemony.

More importantly, although Liu Ziyang appeared to be extremely easygoing, the reality was quite the contrary.

Su Yang exchanged a few casual words with Hongxiu and the others before leaving, with Che Xingchao closely following in his footsteps.

"You're finally awake. This is the Qionghua Palace, the residence of our State Preceptor," Gong Xin said.

"Cut the crap and quiet down!" Huang Yurou was tossed about in the air as the giant wolf swung wildly, yet she clung tightly to its eyelids, refusing to let go. Human and beast bounced around up there like circus acrobats.

Should I tell her the truth? Would telling her put her in danger? Naturally, there would be danger, but I also needed to reveal the truth to her; after all, I could not truly guarantee what Sasha might do to me.

Without offering an explanation, Yang Bian simply dragged him over to the other side of the earthen wall, where a silver-armored general stood guard, accompanied by several soldiers.

"But Zimo, my brother, why are you sneaking around in the middle of the night..." Ah Zi asked shyly, lowering her head as she cast a tender glance at Zimo through a few wisps of hair fluttering across her forehead.

The interior consisted of two connected rooms. The outer room was equipped with a powerful ventilation system, meaning smoking inside had absolutely no adverse effect.

The first division was the savage combat squad, lacking any unified tactical doctrine and relying instead on each member's most proficient method of attack, making them well-suited for encounters where the opponent's situation remained unknown.

After getting out to inspect the vehicle, it was clear that repairs were impossible. Due to years of neglect, numerous parts needed replacement; without them, the vehicle would continually malfunction. While leaks or broken connections were easy to handle, the primary components were now damaged, and with no replacement parts available, the car could only be abandoned here.

Lanling, Jiangsu-Zhejiang, Banhai, and Liaodong Satellite TV finally broadcasted the variety show that the public had long anticipated.

This green snake was already the fourth tier-4 mid-stage demonic beast that Ye Haoran had slain at the risk of his life. As for various lesser demonic beasts below tier four, he had slaughtered no less than a thousand of them, yet not a single divine talisman technique had appeared. This made him somewhat doubtful as to whether any demonic beasts possessing divine talisman techniques still existed around this sixth towering mountain.

None of these guardian scholars were coerced or organized; they acted entirely of their own accord. For the dissemination of Daoist learning, they gave of themselves willingly. Yang Zhu was the representative and leading figure of contemporary Daoist philosophy, enjoying the devotion of the people, who were all eager to serve as his guardians and spread the Daoist teachings throughout the Great Zhou realm.

Hearing this, Ye Haoran's brows furrowed slightly. After pondering for a moment, he ultimately released Yu Xue'er from the East-Coming Realm.

With a stride, he crossed the void, raised his precious sword, and swept out a brilliant ray of light, executing a fierce and formidable slash.

Next was Gao Li from the Nantong Battle Continent. He shared a profound relationship with Ouyang Ba, and his personal strength was unfathomable, inspiring deep awe.

In fact, had Wu Gaofei not suddenly erupted and scored consecutive points in the latter half of the third quarter, the Chinese team would already have fallen behind.

The table He Zun chose was situated near a window, allowing him to leisurely gaze out at the campus scenery in his spare time, content and at ease.

One must realize that a data volume of three hundred trillion is something fewer than a thousand factions worldwide possess the capability to expend, with fewer than ten thousand individuals holding that amount of wealth. This effectively restricted the people of the Bright Star World from utilizing the Super Divine Beast Pearls.

Glancing at the live streaming screen on the computer, the commercial sponsored by Baojing Group was currently airing, confirming that the broadcast was indeed about to begin immediately.

Instead, he bore a certain resemblance to Jin Xicheng. Both possessed a warm, jade-like exterior, eyes sparkling with clear ripples, lofty and noble aquiline noses, and slightly curved, pale pink thin lips. A faint smile crossed his face like a clear spring rippling past, stirring a ripple in one's heart.

What manner of formidable mastery did Master Jiran possess? Even with heaven-defying divine skills, Wu Yiwu could not possibly kill Master Jiran within ten moves.

Yin Rongyu retreated from the telescope in disappointment. He and Gu Lian had returned to Chen Xing's home primarily for this telescope—or rather, for the person it could see. As soon as he got out of the car, he headed straight to the fourth floor. Upon seeing the master of the house, Chen Xing, he merely offered a slight nod of greeting, acting as though he were the actual owner of the residence and everyone else was merely there to take his orders.

Wu Tianfang's party of dozens blocked the lower path, confronting Honglie and his companions, who numbered only a dozen or so yet were still pushing carts. The contrast in momentum gave Wu Tianfang's side a clear advantage.

Such shrill screams and expressions of sheer incredulity appeared on the faces of those in the distance. Even among the Siqi family's retainers—many of whom were usually brimming with excitement, pride, and honor—quite a few were momentarily shocked into dumbfounded stupor, let alone the rest.

If this painting were to be given a title, Yu Youjia had also thought of one he felt was quite fitting: *The War of the Sexes*.

Please, he was a very busy man. When would he ever have the time to humor Feng Xinci every day? Yet Feng Xinci never sought him out unless she had nothing else to do. What was happening today? She had actually taken the initiative to call him. This was what startled Guan Chenjie, prompting him to immediately drive over.

Tan Jianfeng was currently in the intensive care unit, both of his arms encased in plaster that extended past his shoulders. Fortunately, treatment had been timely; otherwise, his arms could not have been reattached. Moreover, given his current condition, even after recovery, he would never be able to lift heavy objects.

"Isn't Yifeng still his younger brother? He can be ruthless, so I am merely ridding the Chu family of a traitor," Chu Zhongtian said with an indifferent smile, completely disregarding any bonds of brotherhood.

"Jian Zimei's confinement penalty abroad has been rescinded." Ling Shaojun wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted her down from the desk.

Ultrasound waves capable of disrupting an esper's concentration—such equipment was rarely carried by regular professional heroes, as it would interfere with the full play of their psychic abilities.

Noticing the expression on Xu Sheng's face, several nearby reporters keenly sensed something amiss. No wonder this fellow had targeted Xia Mengmeng right from the start, even fabricating such an absurd claim that Xia Mengmeng was the supreme boss of the underground forces.

In the crimson pupils of the Slaughter Ancestor, an endless netherworld evolved. He raised a tall sword in his hand, and the mountains of corpses and seas of blood behind him all condensed into this single strike, infusing it with countless killing intents and the Dao of Slaughter.