48 The Academic Underachiever's Exam Predictions

"Puff!" After taking a long detour, Situ Xuan pushed open the door of the first room on the left. Upon seeing the sight inside, a torrent of nosebleeds gushed out instantly.

However, the onlookers were also shocked and bewildered, unable to fathom how Wuming had managed to activate the Heaven-Rending Sword. As a cultivator at the Treading Heaven Realm, how could he possibly unleash the full might of an immortal-grade battle weapon? It was simply impossible.

It could be said that because Wuming was able to use combat skills, all his injuries were external, whereas Ji Feng suffered entirely from internal injuries because he was unable to unleash any combat skills or divine abilities.

This place was a paradise for international criminals, a sanctuary for dissidents from all over the world, and a grand gathering place where practitioners of the old martial arts underworld displayed their talents and passed down their skills. It was both a house of illusions and a graveyard for heroes, a paradise of ultimate bliss and a purgatory on earth.

Yet the wolf-soldiers were numerous and fiercely formidable. They refused to give an inch, bolstered by the support from the carriages on both flanks. For a moment, it was difficult to tell who would win.

"Does the teacher believe we still have a chance?" Shen Qingmei suddenly changed her form of address, her tone turning extremely respectful and solemn.

"Who is that person?" Mo Li took a deep breath and asked Zhaoyan, who was sitting in the cockpit.

At this moment, neither the heavens nor the immortals and deities mattered in his eyes. Even if ancient gods and demons were to come, they would be unable to resist his peerless majesty and would become mere ghosts under his sword.

"You are right! He is a child! But his mother is not!" Upon hearing Gu Ling'er's words, Long Linfei suddenly opened his eyes, as if catching a glimmer of hope.

Having received the order, the zombie Fromy mounted his horse, opened his mouth, and began desperately gnawing on the flesh and blood coated in digestive fluids.

More than just a bit heavy, the corners of Zhang Youze's mouth were already stained with blood, yet he did not utter a single word. Just like that, I was dragged out of the hotel by Xia Haoyu, forcefully hauled into the car, and sped away as he slammed his foot on the accelerator.

Living next door to her was Dame Wang. Thinking this boded ill, she immediately fled to the back door and pushed a table against it to barricade it. Inspecting herself, she found a few leaves still clinging to her clothes and gently brushed them off. Although she knew she was covered in mud and grime, she was unwilling to take a bath, constantly worried that Dame Wang might bring Ximen Qing along to forcefully break down the door. If she had no clothes on to cover herself, it would be extremely unsafe.

On the stellar map, the vast majority of stars were dim and dull, with only a few emitting a faint glow. These twinkling stars represented the worlds Fang Haoran had once traveled through.

This time, Zhang Liang did not step forward to shield Qin Shi Huang, because the sudden death of Li Zhishi had thrown him completely off balance. Meanwhile, Tie Mian looked with a complex expression at Li Zhishi, who had fallen to the ground and was unmistakably dead, feeling a sudden sense of hollow, paralyzing powerlessness.

"Xu Zhiling, you bitch, do you want to watch me make a fool of myself? Do you take me for an idiot? Get out, get out! Get out!" Tian Xue shouted loudly at Xu Zhiling, pushing her out like a madwoman.

Among them was the Bodhidharma's Muscle-Tendon Changing Classic, which had stirred up countless bloody storms in the martial arts world and caused countless people to flock to it in craze.

With every strike of the multicolored energy orb, a web of shattering cracks was left etched into the hard ground.

Yet even so, he still didn't know how to keep a low profile, and instead publicized it so pompously. He truly was a rare eccentric.

In the end, Fang Qingxuan finally drank himself completely senseless, and was naturally hauled off to a hotel by his companions.

Under such circumstances, anyone who hindered their victory in the struggle for the dragon throne was an irreconcilable enemy to the death.

Heilin was not someone who grew up being easily scared, and his status was far from being just a simple bodyguard.

Veins bulged on Xu Zifan's forehead, and his whole body radiated fury, looking precisely like a stray dog whose bone had been snatched away.

Because this Fang from the East was simply too skinny, without even a shred of tendon or muscle on his body. Look at his opponent instead—he was a quite famous and high-win-rate pugilist from the boxing ring.

Her husband had almost been kicked to death by their son, yet Mrs. Xu could not bear to direct her anger at her son, dumping all her wrath instead upon Song Yuan, whom her husband was protecting.

They were all the same, belonging to the same category of people—lowly in status, with their very lives and safety uncertain at any moment.

After he entered, the rear lights of the car illuminated, the tires slowly rolled backward, and finally, the car stopped right in front of her.

A pair of strong hands suddenly reached out from behind, firmly supporting her shoulders so that she wouldn't fall and injure herself.

Zhang Jie's view of Han Shengqi changed dramatically, and he couldn't help but sit beside him to observe Han Shengqi's chess layout.

Everyone in the tent nodded in agreement. The advantage of cavalry lay in coming and going like the wind and raiding across thousands of miles; Yang Gao's protracted supply lines provided them with the best battleground.

Unbeknownst to him, there were already forty or fifty songs inside this computer. He had even transferred the songs he originally recorded at Tianyun Company into it, bringing the total number of songs on the computer to nearly one hundred.

Liu Tang's death seemed like a signal. Thousands of torches suddenly flared up within the pitch-black Sui camp, and ten thousand elite Sui soldiers suddenly materialized before the Tang army like an iron wall, with flying banners and a forest of blades and spears. The Tang army soldiers, previously high in morale, were momentarily frozen in place in sheer terror.

Xu Taiping invited Bai Ruchen to sit beside him, while Eugene, who had been knocked unconscious by Bai Ruchen, had already been carried away by others.

Naturally, his stealth technique stemmed from a special talisman of a major immortal sect, so he had no fear of being discovered by Fan Xueli.

Ji Tianqiang also overheard their conversation, as none of them were standing very far apart. Seeing that the others wanted to retract their guns, Ji Tianqiang "let go" as well, though both sides maintained their vigilance.

The nearest park wasn't actually far away, but being unfamiliar with the place, Han Shengqi didn't want to head over there just yet.

Ji Tianqiang majored in computer science with a minor in art. The blend of knowledge from these two disciplines made him the world's top "color-matching master."

If it were merely this, then the Zheng family's trials would be nothing more than a reasonably fair assessment system. Passing the family's biennial trial assessments was merely the beginning.

"Have you heard? In this tripartite talk between the Nationalist Government, the people, and the vanguard forces, the Nationalist Government seems reluctant to talk anymore. Chiang the bald-head disagrees with the opinions of the People's Party and the vanguard forces, refuses peaceful nation-building, and wants to act as a dictator and emperor!" the middle-aged man said in a lowered voice.

"How is it? Isn't it a brilliant idea?" Moyan asked with utter complacency, seemingly oblivious to Hua Tian's wrath.