Chapter 57

Upon learning what the Heart of the Earth truly was, Lin Kong changed his initial stance. As a member of the human race and a cultivator with a conscience, he could not simply stand by and watch billions of lives vanish into smoke.

The comment section was filled with a myriad of diverse opinions. Some said that Li Lingwei taking a fancy to Wang Cong was like a fresh flower stuck in cow dung, while others supported Wang Cong, arguing that he was not bad at all—handsome, with a top-tier physique, and multi-talented, save for being slightly lacking in fame.

He had clearly sensed the fluctuation of a magical technique in that sharp sting just moments ago; someone... was making a move against them.

Although the domain field released by A-Niu still appeared somewhat immature, it was certainly not something that these entry-level martial artists could contend with.

With the starter's pistol sounding in the referee's hand, Feng Quan shot out of the starting line like an arrow released from a bow, taking the lead.

After Yufuruo's thunderous rage finally erupted, the vast majority of people in the tent knelt down to plead for Temujin, showing how deeply popular Temujin was among the Xiongnu.

While Wang Cong and Yuli were making idle chatter, Bai Youwei's dance had already concluded. Perhaps stimulated by Wang Cong's earlier performance, even though the audience felt Bai Youwei did not dance particularly well, the atmosphere remained lively, and they bestowed enthusiastic applause upon him.

Catherine's final thought was that if she were to die like this, she only hoped the others could survive. This was her mistake, and it should not have implicated anyone else.

Wang Cong was somewhat at a loss as to how to answer Li Xiang's remark. To say yes would seem overly confident and arrogant; to say no would inevitably run the risk of building up others while diminishing his own prestige. Therefore, Wang Cong merely smiled somewhat cryptically and remained silent, leaving everything unsaid.

Wang Cong thought to himself that had he not participated, the master composer Paul would very much likely have won the best commemorative song award. However, since he had come here, he naturally remained full of confidence in Li Lingwei, and likewise full of confidence in the songwriter from his previous life.

Although the style was somewhat old-fashioned, whether it was the white silk fabric or the outer tulle skirt, it still looked brand new and had been exceptionally well-preserved.

"But Wujiu agreed to me after I implored him in every possible way. Is it really appropriate not to let him go now?" Zhang Weide asked with a troubled expression.

"A saint?" Pan Yuhong looked at Mei Xuelian with some confusion. Although he held a favorable view of Hongjun and trusted him quite a bit, when it came to matters like these, Pan Yuhong was still willing to seek counsel from Mei Xuelian.

The ape's blood-red giant fan descended, and an ancient tree as thick as its thigh became a wicked weapon in its palm. Lin Chong let out a roar to stall its palm in mid-air for a fraction of a second, and then charged forward once again.

Ye Fantian looked at his opponent with a smile that never faded. Nine hundred and ninety-nine times—this vastly surpassed countless geniuses. Nine was the limit, eighty-one was the double-nine limit, and this nine hundred and ninety-nine times was the apocalyptic phenomenon, a terrifying posture that supposedly only appeared in legends of the gods.

"Not much. There is only one branch of the Tang family in the pugilistic world," the old man on the stage suddenly remarked. As he spoke, he soared into the air, grabbed the two girls by the scruff of their necks, and tossed them onto the platform.

Tang Tang and Lan Xin walked slowly through the forest. Unlike before, they no longer bickered with each other, both appearing much more composed.

Ruan Shiyan took a deep breath, and just as she was hesitating whether to pick up the unfinished topic from moments before, the phone in her hand vibrated.

A series of crisp snapping sounds echoed from his teeth, and Ye Fantian's expression gradually twisted into a ferocious glare.

Tang Tang flipped through the note left by Madam Tang inside the sachet dozens of times, yet she could not find the whereabouts of any Tang Sect secret manuals.

Early in the morning, he hurriedly left the estate, urging the coachman to drive to the palace gates. He then jumped down from the carriage in haste, ignoring the fact that the gates had not yet opened, and charged straight inside while waving at the guards on the palace walls to clear the path.

Supported by Angela, Suha walked up to the northern defensive wall of Constantinople. Licking his chapped lips, he gazed into the distance.

Lin Ya's gaze turned fierce as she turned her head to glance at the bustling teleportation array, where a large number of guards were emerging.

The officials, who had remained unresponsive all this while, finally reacted, especially those from noble clans, each wearing a look of utter shock as they stared at Emperor Li Er.

Bai Qiong did not show any particular emotion regarding this, perhaps due to her own background. However, the event that followed immediately caused her expression to change in an instant.

Such words naturally could not be uttered aloud. Seeing Wu Ge's expression of reminiscence and a heart dead as ashes, he had no choice but to offer a few words of comfort.

These pills failed to achieve the accelerating effect on soul reunification that I had hoped for, but they are nonetheless exceptional spiritual elixirs for cultivation.

There was no help for it. If he fell into enemy hands under such circumstances, his only fate would be to leave not even a single bone behind.

I couldn't be bothered to argue further anyway; I wouldn't be staying long in the Underworld, and after a brief transfer shortly, I would be heading to the Demon Realm.

Moreover, even if I cannot return by then, pledging allegiance to the Liuyun Immortal Sect is still far better than being shackled to those crumbling sects.

Therefore, frontline commanders, individual combat capabilities, and individual weapon equipment are among the most crucial links in modern warfare.

With the infusion of the Buddhist power from the prayer beads, the sacred power and the Buddhist energy merged, completely restoring the previously depleted sacred power and even advancing it significantly.