Chapter 39

"What?" In that instant, Wang Meng almost thought he had misheard. Lin Yu... was this good-for-nothing actually challenging him? Where on earth did he get the confidence?

Seeing the expert from the Half-Sky realm blade at the forefront, Lin Yu exerted his full strength to withstand the strike. Both men let out muffled groans and retreated a hundred paces simultaneously, their minds in turmoil. Lin Yu's face flushed crimson; before he could react, the other three experts closed in, forcing him to engage them with his sword while the Half-Sky expert charged forward once more.

The pressure of these two immense forces reached the limit of what Li Shan's body could endure as he practiced the ninth form. His vision began to darken, his heart swelled with a pounding sensation, and the tendons throughout his body felt as if they were being crushed to pieces. He swayed unsteadily, yet it was only a sheer, stubborn will that kept him from collapsing.

Zhou Feifei’s expression was also incredibly gloomy. It was true that he had never liked Lin Yu, originally because Lin Yu stole too much of the limelight, but after the Lu Lingmeng incident, Zhou Feifei had come to loathe him completely. He felt he had suffered endless humiliation, and if he could, he would have loved to tear Lin Yu limb from limb.

The True Essence martial art erupted with a roar, easily blocking the attack of the Sand-Swallowing Worm King. This time, Guang Le had genuinely ascended to the ranks of True Essence realm experts. The martial art he unleashed finally possessed one hundred percent of its power; as the move was executed, the radiance of Buddha shone forth, as bright as the midday sun, so dazzling that it was impossible to keep one's eyes open.

Yin Junqing was the chief disciple of the academy's Nine Disciplines, known as the Scholar Prince. There was not a master in the world who did not know of him. Years ago, he had narrowly lost to Nan Qilin and Dongxing Yiwei by only a move or half, his cultivation having reached the Great Perfection of the Return to Void realm. Later, he shattered the void and ascended, shocking the world; naturally, he was a peerless man.

After Lisa apologized, she arranged for hotel staff to provide hot water kettles for all the Chinese tourists on the island.

Description: The range of attack is a radius of one hundred meters. It unleashes countless sword qi to strike the enemy repeatedly, with each strike carrying the special effects of the sword until the enemy is dead.

"Black Bear, let me introduce you. Qiao Zhi, Black Bear—you are all family now, so feel free to be casual. Black Bear, did you find the blacksmith?" Wanyi Yang and Black Bear carried the food into the room, chatting as they ate.

As the old saying goes, bad things happen when you least want them to; today, it was as if someone had truly turned their world upside down. If the Fortune Pavilion really snatched away their source of ingredients, it was unlikely their establishment would ever have a chance to recover.

It turned out the two of them were indeed acquainted, though the woman was interested while the man remained indifferent, giving him quite a show to watch. However, that Nineteenth Young Master had been all smiles, carrying the carefree air of a dashing youth, but when his face went cold, it revealed a decisive, murderous aura that made one curious.

However, thinking of this, both Ouyang Feng and Master Wu frowned deeply. Given the current situation, neither of them was truly confident they could kill Shen Haoxuan, as the combat prowess Shen Haoxuan had displayed was simply too formidable.

The stone-cutting master had already secured the raw jade and was preparing to cut it, but Ning Xia called out, telling the master to wait a moment.

At the same time, the three dog heads all looked to the sky and howled. The leftmost head spat out a thick, pitch-black oily liquid, which rained down from the high sky toward Hunyuan City.

Ning Xia rolled her eyes and curled her lip in disdain. Don't think that by giving it a foreign name, the dog becomes noble. Call it "Prince" all you want, it’s still just a silly, stupid dog.

Chu Huaixian scrutinized these young men carefully, only to realize he did not recognize most of them. Thinking of his father’s recent worry over Chu Huaide, Chu Huaixian felt ashamed, realizing he had been too neglectful of him.

Gu Jiaqi repeatedly said the Madam was too kind, and Madam Cheng looked her over, from a distance and up close, revealing an expression that was both familiar and strange.

"See? I wasn't lying to you. Even Miss Ruoxue is shy now." Lin Xiu’s observation of the bracelet was just a pretext; in reality, his attention was entirely on Ling Hai.

Today, Lin Kexin wore a black tight-fitting jacket, light blue jeans, and a pair of black Nike jogging shoes, radiating a sense of youthful energy.

What? Li Ziyang was startled, then grumbled inwardly: Hmph. This is a threat. A naked, shameless threat. He felt indignant and pretended not to hear what Zhan Qingyi had said.

The King of Nanhua walked to the door, opened it, and ordered his attendants outside to summon the imperial physician. From beginning to end, he did not glance at the unconscious Princess Chaoyang again.

Li Zhi, who had been thrown to the ground, hadn't even had a chance to look up before he saw a flash of light in the sky in the distance, followed by a shooting star descending from the heavens and crashing into the valley.

Well, well, quite a few people have arrived. In the blink of an eye, over a dozen people had entered. They were all dressed in identical outfits, just like the hoodlums from earlier: Adidas clothes and flip-flops.

"Alright, the blood parasite has been removed. From now on, she won't feel pain when she sees Twelve anymore," Nika said calmly, tucking the box into her bosom.

He was a dignified Seven-Star Martial King; if he couldn't deal with a Half-Step Martial King, he would have no face left to live in this world.

It was truly strange today, though. In the morning, Li Kai had come to pursue Lin Kexin, and now at noon, someone else had come to pursue Tang Guo.

Indeed, having not rested well for days, Hongli didn't pester Gao Xiangwan any further; after eating, he retired early to rest.

"Actually, running a bit more is good for you," the young man said, no longer grinning, but speaking with earnest seriousness, his eyes filled with tenderness.

However, having already accumulated two believers, it was clear that these followers would help Di Xin "hoodwink" Gao Yao.

Not to mention how strong the disciples guarding the Spirit Pool were, how large an army of spirits would be needed? Could they even be easily frightened away by an army of spirits?

Listening to the heavy gasping of the person behind him, Fu Jiusheng knew he was not lightly injured. After all, Xiangliu was no ordinary person; the fact that he could survive such a direct confrontation was already quite remarkable.