You only need to care about me.

Shen Tong originally wanted to persuade him further, but Wu Jiangkai raised a hand, gesturing for him to stop. Left with no choice, Shen Tong walked outside and called Gong Qinggang in.

Seeing this, Xi Xing and the others finally let out a breath of relief, wiping the dense sweat from their foreheads. They knew that inside the Divine Phoenix Martial Palace, protected by the grand human-defending formation, as long as the incoming attacks did not reach the strength of the Earthly Saint realm, they generally would not cause fatal harm to anyone.

Now she had staked all her bets on the Hundred-Eye Demon Sovereign and the Golden Cicada ending up in a mutual destruction within the Hundred-Eye Gorge, but could things really unfold as smoothly as she anticipated?

The Grand Duke of Bauhinia was already a powerhouse of that era, daring to slay gods and demons and leave his name among all races. Such a mighty figure would hardly care about a mere title.

He Yunchang was the richest man in Dongquan and also a provincial people's congress deputy. Usually, he did not show Wu Jiangkai any deference, which was why one had to be extra polite to him.

Zhou Yang was overly familiar with the entire process, except that this time there was a slight difference—the difference being a two-on-one match, plus a wager!

The long-bearded elder's gaze was as sharp as lightning, piercing straight into Liu Feng's mind, his expression tinged with a trace of impatience. In his eyes, a mere mortal of this secular world had no qualification to question him.

"He's turning! Over there, after him!" Watching the faint green light on his wristband flash and leap to another location, Zhao Lei shouted loudly.

The only reason Zhou Yang wanted to know if anyone was coming was to figure out whether the countdown for time spent inside this Death Ruins trial had begun.

The moment Zhou Yang's words fell, Bailing was already standing on the sandy beach, not even a single wave washing up beneath its claws.

Zhuanghang of Shangyuan took advantage of the Eighth Route Army's policies and was completely psychologically unprepared for Zhang Rui's violent action, letting out a miserable shriek.

Though spoken in a low voice, Mikoto's voice was not quiet at all. Moreover, since Li Yu was the center of attention for everyone present, her words instantly reached the ears of everyone around.

Zhang Hui finally stopped smiling, then looked at Xia Zhao and Liu Xing with a profound expression, the corners of his mouth slowly curling upward as if he had found something quite interesting.

The scale of this offensive operation and the sheer number of Abyssal Sirens both surpassed the Great Cataclysm. However, because the top-tier combat strength of the human side had been almost entirely wiped out, humanity was beaten back step by step on the battlefield, completely powerless to counterattack.

Zhang Rui knew the general outline of the entire craft; with just a little tinkering during actual operation, it would work.

It seemed as though the entire court's officials now regarded the Crown Prince sitting beside the throne as the true emperor, and his accession to the throne was merely a formality.

Hearing him say this, Jiang Shuying let out an inward sigh. In truth, she knew very well that her persuasion would have no effect whatsoever.

Of course, if everyone felt their current jobs were satisfactory and preferred not to return, Su Xinxin would support that decision as well.

Meanwhile, Patin, who had previously been terrified and panicked by Li Tianliang's methods, now had a flash of deep contemplation in his eyes, as if he had figured something out.

Though her complexion was still somewhat pale, she was no mere vase princess; she was a true Dragon Princess.

At the same time, beside the Central Bridge, the battle between Kirei Kotomine and Kiritsugu Emiya was reaching its climax.

"Damn it, this guy is dirt poor—not even a single immortal grass, just these pieces of garbage." This was Zuo Yingxuan, who was currently holding a batch of medicinal herbs he had just excavated from someone's tomb, speaking with utter disdain.

This era was simultaneously one that spawned villains and cowards and one that produced heroes in abundance. The only figures people respected were those passionate and stirring heroes.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" Bai Yong bit his lower lip, trying his best to control the sorrow in his heart.

After washing up, he went downstairs to the dining room for breakfast. Liu Qingyan had already arrived and smiled slightly when she saw Chu Tianshi.

That would be even more ridiculous; uttering such words only proved that this person completely failed to understand the meaning of those two sentences, relying purely on a self-righteous literal interpretation.

Unfortunately, in the third game of the series, Allen Iverson, one of the backcourt duo, sprained his ankle during a drive to the basket and could not continue playing. Carmelo Anthony stood alone against the tide, and after three consecutive routs, the Denver Nuggets' playoff journey came to an end.

Mentioning their reputation, all three of them laughed, and after his smile faded, Li Zicheng chuckled and continued.

...Li Wei felt as if he were living his grand life from a little over a month ago. Wait, were these mages all of high birth? Yes, indeed, although their faces were indistinct, their voices still sounded quite young.

He had clearly prepared himself to receive Long Zhan's attack, yet he never expected to be hit anyway.

In the audience, Zhou Qing莲's eyes were fixed tightly on the main stage, her beautiful, large eyes filled with anticipation.

"Although the martial artists of our Desolate Continent spend their days amidst slaughter, if Brother Duan is overly bloodthirsty, even if we manage to enter the Dead City of Gods, it may not be a good thing. Since this place is called the Dead City of Gods, it naturally harbors thick baleful and demonic qi, enough to affect one's state of mind. We would do better to keep our minds calm," said Heyunzi.

After more than two years of large-scale reorganization, many imperial guards were unwilling to continue serving and were incorporated into various garrison units. The nation's garrison troops, numbering over three hundred thousand, had swelled to more than six hundred thousand within two years, mostly coming from the imperial guards. The vacancies in the imperial guards were filled by recruiting sons of good families; by this time, the army had changed entirely.