Volume 1, Chapter 39: The Generals Exert Their Strength, Each with Their Own Agenda

The highest form of respect for this Mr. Gao was to fight him earnestly and defeat him in the martial path.

"How much longer can you hold on? If you can't, let's just forget it. We've already done our best. It seems the future is not in our hands," Yan Xi sighed.

In reality, for some cultivators of exceptional talent, the neck-straining stage could be achieved overnight, while for those of mediocre aptitude, its methods remained elusive for a lifetime. However, since stepping into the Innate Realm from there posed no major obstacles, that intermediate rank was simply abolished.

However, not wanting to dampen Lu Yu's self-confidence, those words remained unsaid. Watching the gambling game start up once more, she was particularly curious to see if Lu Yu would win this time. Previously, watching others win or lose money had nothing to do with her, so there was no question of joy or sorrow.

Hearing Qiao Xin say they were bored wherever they were, Qin Junxi thought of the moon-birds he had previously obtained in that underground realm, along with those two dinosaurs.

Within this castle, however, resided a powerful force. Coupled with the fact that Marshall was right beside him, Lu Yu would probably not even be able to commit suicide if he wanted to.

You Jian still felt utterly terrified when looking at the blood-red plants before his eyes. Although he was not entirely clear on the specifics, You Jian remembered some reference materials regarding the Manjushaka.

It might sound ridiculous to humble oneself so deeply to consult an "enemy" over a game, but in truth, as the captain of the Lightning God Team, he had an obligation to lead the team further. Every shred of improvement in strength was a safeguard.

Additionally, Wei Xian believed that since the ghostly pilot had crossed from the nascent stage into the tender green stage, it meant he had stayed on this aircraft for quite a long time. Having made no drastic moves for such a long period, he probably wouldn't make one now—who could have anticipated that the ghostly pilot had not died on the plane at all.

"Hmph, these supernatural beings are truly troublesome, with so many rules, yet they still hope to capture a demon—sheer fantasy." Bursting out of the spatial passage, Xiong Juzi did not dare linger for even a second. With a single claw, she shattered the void and vanished in an instant.

"Hey, Junior Sister Ji, do you know what your dad was holding just a moment ago? It looked quite extraordinary," I said to Ji Xuanzhen while wiping away my sweat.

Xie Feng felt a chill in his heart and secretly heightened his vigilance. Then, he slowly walked forward; staying in place was definitely not an option—finding a way out came first.

Not only that, nearly all cultivators above the Core Formation stage throughout the entire Tianlan Sect sensed that fluctuation. Yet apart from a few aged Soul Formation elders, no one knew what it was. Even so, this bizarre fluctuation was enough to gather all these people together.

Shen Linfeng looked at the sword in front of him, then glanced at the notch on the stone pillar beside him. He grabbed the sword and drove it fiercely straight down into the pillar.

The Battle of White City was a mere trifle for Mordor, which had spent a century recuperating and building its strength. To the population of Mordor, one hundred thousand orcs were merely a disposable number. Supported by the resources of all Middle-earth, how many orcs could Mordor cultivate in a century? One hundred thousand? That was just a negligible fraction.

In the extreme event that his luck was terrible and he reaped not even a single strand of hair from this wretched place, he might as well cast his covetous gaze upon the Snow Spirit Boat, a priceless treasure of inestimable value.

The entire plaza was constructed in a regular architectural style. Viewed from high above, one could see that the entire planar layout, three-dimensional modeling, buildings, plazas, streets, water surfaces, and flowers, grass, and trees all presented a perfectly symmetrical dual halves.

He had considered this decision carefully. In the Far North, the status of the Spirit Beast Sect would certainly be no lower than that of the Tianlan Sect he had previously belonged to, especially since the other party had also stated that he wouldn't need to do anything at all.

Zhao Qingxuan disliked his subordinates calling him some sort of "Saint Major"; he preferred the affectionate address of "Team Leader Zhao," as it would remind him of times past. But a time bomb?

At the tenth advent of the demonic sound, when ordinary lives would be in grave danger, Tianming was already able to rely on the "High Mountain and Flowing Water Demonic-Dispersing Tune" to withstand the assault of the demonic sound, and at that moment he experienced no adverse reactions whatsoever.

When Xue'er's ice pupils attacked with this short sword, the freezing force used to bind Yan Yue weakened for a split second. Seizing that exact moment, Yan Yue's body tilted an inch to the left.

Seeing Li Zixoxu staring blankly at the ceiling and speaking no more, Qin Xiqian assumed she had said the wrong thing. She lay prone upon Li Zixu's chest and said with a wronged expression.

Spreading their spiritual senses to probe, the group discovered that a large ship was moored by the coast in this place.

The competition among the three was fierce, with their bidding bids offered almost without hesitation, which showed that all three were determined to win this feather garment at any cost.

He had once been the most persistent wound in her heart, yet also the finest remedy she had ever known. To her, he was unforgettable for a lifetime.

Ouyang Lang stood on the mountain peak, gazing around to find only ruins. Sun Shan had not deceived him; he had indeed fought with Shen Jun here. If Shen Jun had been crushed beneath these rubble stones, he would surely be dead.

The first was the Grand Assembly of the Realm hosted by this Dongsheng Imperial Dynasty. Inherited from the grand assembly of the post-Great Annihilation era, it was now in its two hundred and seventy-eighth session, making it arguably the grandest tournament in history. The winner would not only achieve fame throughout the realm and attain soaring success, but the rewards bestowed by the Dongsheng Imperial Dynasty were also outrageously lavish.