59 I Have a Friend

At this moment, if Ye Qingyang were to use his magical power, the profound celestial energy he controlled could be entirely converted into mana, combining with his existing magical power. The effect of his spells would be so extraordinary as to shake heaven and earth, far surpassing the potency of his previous spells by an unfathomable magnitude.

Having one or two superstar-level players by one’s side is the standard for aspiring to win a championship.

As one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Hou Tu is a being without a primordial spirit, yet she still earns the favor of the earth itself.

Bosh was desperately trying to defend, but as a tall figure, his movement was clearly not as swift as James’s; he could only watch helplessly as the basketball flew over his head.

The towering clay body, dozens of meters high, exuded overwhelming pressure. Under Deidara’s control, it strode purposefully toward Qian He.

A faint smile curled at Ye Tian’s lips. He already understood that by evolving all things under heaven and earth and interpreting the grand laws, he had enhanced his great fate technique, gaining new insights.

At the wooden shop on Spine Street, the shop owner had also been beheaded. Two heads were already tied to the scarecrow’s waist.

Tong Tian summoned the Chaos Pearl, directly absorbing the towering innate gourd vines, not sparing even the soil beneath.

Countless hidden demons and beasts in the mountains and forests began to stir, causing the prehistoric world to once again seethe with undercurrents.

Another was similar, capable of such clarity, the Spirit-Probing Leopard already considered its leader formidable.

Earlier, rushing out in a flurry, now the cold was biting. Judging by that gaze, so unfamiliar and harsh, the sister Chu Yu, who once sparred with him, was almost a different person.

It was just a matter of throwing money to compete. Sorry, Ye Xuan was the least lacking in money. Thanks to the prior holographic movie technology, Ye Xuan had made a fortune, and even now, his holographic technology continued to explore new realms of development.

The opponent habitually changed his appearance, and even through photographs, Ma Long could not recognize him. But when the real person stood before him, concealment was impossible.

The red bloodshot veins in Lu Yan’s eyes grew more pronounced, the darkness thickening like an abyss, like a mysterious legend.

Seeing she had nothing to say, he lowered his hand. Remembering Guan Moxiang’s birthday, he tried his phone; sure enough, when he was about to check the call records, she snatched the phone from his hand.

Nearby, a bodyguard was calling for an ambulance, while another knelt beside the butler, checking his condition.

“This brother, what are you saying? How could Si’er dare quarrel with you? If you mean the day before yesterday when you barged into my courtyard, Si’er isn’t angry anymore, truly,” Chu Si pleaded earnestly, as if compelled by fear of Qin Xue and others.

It was truly poignant. She was once most at ease under the lights on set or in the studio, because as long as the light shone on her, she felt a mission to perform well, to bring characters to life. But after just over two months without acting, it felt like two years had passed.

Chu Yu was tired. Returning to her room, she leaned against the soft couch and fell asleep without even closing the door.

Ma Long immediately understood his predicament, but he was not flustered. Instead, he savored the moment; this was a rare opportunity.

Leaving the Chu family, he visited twenty-four families one by one, leaving the Bai family for last.

According to his previous conjecture, Mosheng Group was using data to erode this world. Controlling high-level members of the Corrosion Paradise kingdom to some extent was not unimaginable.

On another hill, Wei Yan decisively acted because this was beneath his mountain. He could clearly see that Cheng Yin’s troops were truly attacking the candidates. A commander would never use a self-damaging tactic; that would be illogical.

Dong Shan set up an easel on the balcony. Sitting before it, her face gentle, she smiled warmly at Chi Yue.

The joyous voices came from the venerable elders. The villagers gradually calmed down as their emotions settled.

Rixin Yueyi suffered a heavy blow from Dong Ling; his weapon fell, and his body uncontrollably retreated over ten meters before stopping.

Communicating with heaven and earth and harnessing power was as natural to the Jiang clan as eating and drinking. Once their bloodlines awakened, they naturally mastered the method.

Amitabha Jieduo’s personal guards rushed forward to protect him, but Xie Eighty-One was a man who accepted death resolutely. If Xie Xuan wanted Amitabha Jieduo’s life, he must ensure his death. So Xie Eighty-One grabbed one of Amitabha Jieduo’s guards and wildly smashed about.

The instructor was a man with a youthful face but aged demeanor. His two mustaches brushed his lips, giving him a comical appearance. Wearing a coarse linen robe, occasionally revealing soft, silken sleeves beneath, a serious illness had rendered him frail. It was hard to believe he could teach martial arts to apprentices.

Xiao Fan glanced at Murong Bingyao, only to see her rush over and embrace him tightly.

Several captains conversed as they headed toward the corridor, including Kastiel and his group.

With an aura as deep as the Taiyuan abyss, the founder of the Fa Gate commanded a presence like a steady mountain. His words were firm yet gentle, neither leaving room for doubt nor harshness. His graying hair and beard combined with his brief speech to soothe those under his tutelage instantly.

At the ninth watch, the Yanluo bell tolled, reaping souls and claiming lives. The aurora driven by sound waves instantly turned a bloody scarlet, as if the entire Land’s Corner had descended into hell.

To accompany the Fourth Madam, the old master rallied his spirit. The New Year’s Eve feast lasted until ten at night, after which everyone began seeking their own amusements as the old master retired upstairs.

This Chiming Elder recognized the divine might on the talisman as a god-tier power absolutely capable of killing this nine-star lord.

Xiao Fan looked at Mu Yu Han’s serious yet charming smile. Her red lips curled so high they could hold a bottle of oil gourd.

Yet it was useless. Once expired, it was expired. If one hoped for a resurgence without innovation, it would remain only a memory.

Whether it was returning to emptiness, transforming the spirit, forming the nascent soul, and so forth—unless one truly ascended to the Celestial Court—the path of immortality was merely a matter of distance traveled, fundamentally no different.

“I want to see how you’ll spin this lie. You’re so dumb!” Zhu Nai was so angry she stomped her foot, wanting to kick Xiao Fan to death.

In fact, in his first life, he had already been a formidable master at the divine power realm. His breakthrough was merely a return.

Filial impiety is a grave sin. If truly scrutinized, his life would be over. Not only would he be scorned by the world, but he would never enter the official ranks, let alone expect any achievements.

The disappearance of the martial army naturally caused turmoil in the mortal realm. However, thanks to Duan Rui’s arrangements, the remaining troops grew in number and strength, rivaling those who had vanished. Thus, protecting the safety of the Great Song was naturally assured.