Volume 1, Chapter 62: The Path of the Human Sovereign

Crawling through the chaotic ranks of soldiers, scrambling and taking advantage of the confusion, they managed to sneak past the side ridge to the outside, seize a few warhorses, and flee the battlefield.

"Puff!" Before Wang Fang could even recover his senses, his throat was slit, and his body crashed heavily to the ground.

Since it was something that could save lives, Hermione naturally wouldn't be stingy, so making a little space in her backpack for the broomstick was only a matter of course.

Before long, Li Shishi led them to the basketball athletic apparel department located on the 116th floor of the Li Group Headquarters Building.

Geng Haoshi didn't care about their words at all, simply dismissing them as sour grapes—mere envy, jealousy, and hatred because they couldn't attain what he had.

Inside the car, Ma Yong swung his arms like a madman, striking left and right, raining punches down upon Baldy Wang, whose hands and feet had been bound with rope by the others.

Clearly, the somewhat plump gentleman had left such a profound impression before that people had developed a very poor perception of them.

"I'm not anxious. Actually, whether I get this deputy director position or not doesn't really matter to me, I just feel stifled!" said Dawei.

The ramparts of Yutian City were heavily fortified, with a large mass of troops assembled and standing by, having long since prepared for battle.

In Mu Ling's conception, there was also a perfect seal technique that fused malevolent aura with spiritual energy, and water with fire. It was just that his current cultivation level was still too shallow, and he had yet to find the doorway to it.

Just then, Mo Qichen and the others, hearing the commotion outside and seeing that Ye Lingxi had returned, all hurried out to greet her.

"Qingshui, let me go over there. I don't care about anything else now, I just want to put this on her..." Qingyi said, already bathed in tears upon seeing Qingshui. If Shi Qingzhuang hadn't been "supporting" her, she likely would have already rushed over.

Ye Lingxi wondered if she was hearing things; why did she feel like the cries of all three babies carried a distinct message that they were hungry?

"Of course we should. They are members of the alliance, and besides, we also need their strength." Han Feng said.

He forcefully suppressed the surging taste of blood in his throat, raised his large hand slightly, and signaled for his subordinates to bring forward the tribute.

Now, although she looked no different than before and seemed completely natural and relaxed when meeting Qingshui—appearing as someone who had let go of everything—anyone could still perceive the deep affection she held for him, yet the distance she kept was measured to absolute perfection.

When he looked at Ye Lingxi, a pair of green lights flashed in his eyes, and the frivolous and dissolute demeanor he displayed was repulsive no matter how one looked at it.

It was already the dead of night, and there wasn't a single vehicle on the road. The police would bring people back to the station, but they certainly wouldn't have the obligation to send you back to where you started.

Fanning hadn't expected him to fire back with a retort so instantly; he stared wide-eyed, momentarily speechless.

However, the transition from the Middle Realm to the Upper Realm was completed step by step through Jiang Ling's own efforts, and he already understood the key steps in his heart. It was just that back then he had been aided by miraculous medicinal ingredients like the Spirit Red Palm, whereas now he had to rely entirely on himself to break through that barrier between the Earth-Turning and Heaven-Changing stages.

Hou Wugen was momentarily at a loss for words, not knowing how to respond, and could only stand dazedly in place, holding his staff.

"Does the Ghost Gate intend to take everything in one sweep? What a pity that no amount of wealth is of any use; my Buddhist sect is willing to offer a thousand-year sarira." An eminent monk from India smiled faintly at this, and a scorching bead flew toward the old man.

Instead of staying behind to cover the army's retreat like Jiang Ling and Lin Bufei, he went to the very front line of the troop withdrawal. Of course, this was not because he was severely wounded and dared no longer fight, but for another reason.

Meanwhile, Lu Yu swept his gaze across the few people around him, a trace of mockery flashing in his eyes as he walked directly toward that coffin.

After walking for I know not how long, a glimmer of light finally appeared ahead. Yun Xiao's figure shifted, his legs exerted sudden force, and with a flash, he bolted right out of the dark passage.

Thus, Liu Tuo dragged Gong Danming back to the Yaotai in Xuanji City. After three days and three nights of torment and torture, Gong Danming was covered in wounds and bruises, her skin torn open, her bones shattered, and blood pooling everywhere. Unable to withstand the agony, she finally confessed everything Liu Tuo wanted to know.

Liu Tuo felt a series of warm currents wash over him, instantly feeling comfortable, while Liu Heng's face turned unsightly, a bead of sweat trickling down his forehead.

Shen Mingchao's gaze shifted slightly, and the Zhaoyu Command Envoy behind him sensed some news at that moment, suddenly turning pale ashen with wide eyes as he looked at Wei Guoyin.

After reading the displayed data, Sun Yan was completely petrified. Outwardly he appeared to be in a daze, but internally he was howling wildly.

A muffled explosion echoed, and the golden spear instantly pierced through the head of this Nether beast, shooting out from the back of its skull. The distinctive blue blood of the Nether clan instantly spewed from the wound, only to be completely vaporized under the fierce bombardment of the golden spear.

The last one was a man in his fifties who smiled cheerfully. Despite his age, he looked exceptionally young, or perhaps he simply maintained his appearance very well in daily life. This man was named Zhao Zhi, and he was today's expert in miscellaneous artifacts.

Now, Mountain and Sea had merely taken a trip to the Norland continent, and they had actually gifted the token of the God-Chosen Child to a Norland native. As a result, those young barbarian powerhouses went berserk.

In other words, this martial art had directly transformed into a Heaven-grade Lost-tier martial art?

"Brother Li, I really didn't expect that just a few days after the exchange meeting, we would meet again!" After greeting each other, Xu Yang and Li Jie went to a famous hotel in the capital, booked a private room, and once they sat down, Xu Yang spoke first.

He had expected Fang Tuo to arrive with thunderous momentum and deal a crushing blow to Fang Zheng, yet who would have thought he was still allowed to participate in the Outer Courtyard Grand Competition? Everyone present wanted to participate, but lacked the qualification, whereas this good-for-nothing had actually obtained the chance.

Just as they were secretly nursing their grief and sighing endlessly, the Golden Nine and Steel Claw, who had been in a standoff ahead, finally made a move.

"Thank you." Chu Yan smiled and expressed his gratitude for Tina's kind reminder. As for why Moxiyao was in a bad mood, that wasn't something he cared to dwell on.

Fang Zheng smiled bitterly, finding himself speechless and unable to refute her words, because if she wanted to kill him, it genuinely seemed like it would be quite easy.

Qing Zhuier, who was riding a horse past the refugee camp, heard the attendant's translation, took off her veil, and hitched up her skirt, which had previously been draped tightly around her.

Originally, Jiang Qing's elder sister was named Jiang Shui, but by middle school she had grown dissatisfied with the name and took it upon herself to change it to Jiang Shuiyue.

"I had long guarded against this spatial teleportation ability of yours. Want to run? Trapped by my Emperor Spirit Prison, unless you reach the peak of the Spirit Sovereign realm, don't even dream of breaking free!" Emperor Fengling roared furiously.