Volume 1, Chapter 67: Su Jin Has Already Become Orle's Prisoner in the Palm

Ermao dragged Tongren, moving with lightning speed through the jungle as they quickly fled the forest and finally broke out of the encirclement.

The entire mountain range—formerly known as Red Rock Mountain and now called Cloud and Mist Mountain, along with another towering peak directly in front of the State of Wei, spanning a radius of thousands of miles—was entirely under the jurisdiction of the State of Wei.

While Shen Zicheng and the others were explaining the earth-shattering changes that had occurred during her coma to Wu Xiaojing, the originally modest main hall of the Herb Garden was packed to capacity with high-ranking figures from the Mount Sung Sect, as well as representatives from various sects and factions who had remained behind at the sect to declare their renewed allegiance and subordination.

Having reached their destination, Lei Dachui and the others emerged from the battleship and began flying directly through the starry expanse.

Ling Rong recounted what he had seen and heard along the road to Kaifeng. Ji'er brought tea and pastries, chiming in to corroborate his words, and Baoyuan, finding the conversation engaging, asked her to stay.

He hadn't called her that in a long time. Only when his emotions reached their peak would he use such an address—a tender, intimate nickname unique to lovers in this mortal world.

The fighting spirit of every single Manchester United player had been stoked to its absolute peak. At this moment, it was impossible for any team in the world to defeat them. Manchester United's most formidable state was not a matter of having big-name players, but rather possessing a moral and competitive presence that struck terror into their opponents. It was as simple as that.

This was a bright space, glowing with a pristine white luster all around, resembling opaque white glass.

Although the blood nascent soul prevented Sun Fengzhao from extracting spiritual energy from within it, it similarly struggled to endure when Sun Fengzhao suddenly reversed the process, flooding it with a torrential surge of spiritual energy.

Suddenly, he realized that his head had broken the surface of the water, accompanied by a breezy, chilling sensation against his backside.

Teacher Liu looked at Chu Mengyao and the four girls, his spine unable to straighten. He paused for a moment before walking toward them.

When the eleventh cry of agony was wrung from her, Qiu Wen's resilient gaze wavered slightly. The relentless onslaught of torment had worn down much of her willpower. Amidst pain that felt as though her soul were shattering, her overwhelmed nerves could no longer respond.

The top three places in the City Hegemony Tournament came with a certain amount of prize money: forty thousand credits for the champion, twenty thousand credits for the runner-up, and ten thousand credits for the second runner-up.

However, this snow was actually made of thin steel plates. The higher one climbed, the heavier the snowfall became, yet this snow caused no harm to players whatsoever! When Zhang Yifan first arrived here, he was puzzled by one question: why did these metallic snowflakes never melt, and why did the surrounding snow neither increase nor decrease?

"There's no help for it. Coming this far hasn't been easy. If we want to forge an ideal world, all of these factors must be taken into account," Kakashi said with a smile.

Zhang Yiming's heart sank. This was his first time falling into such a one-sided, grueling battle. General Luo hadn't even exerted himself, whereas Zhang Yiming had already unleashed his full strength, yet failed to alter the battlefield situation in the slightest.

The older generation within the Fish-Dragon Gang gradually faded from public view. Whether it was the Five Elements Secret Guards or the Three-Type Persons, all of them had vanished without a trace. Of course, the disappearance of these individuals was entirely logical, much like words written upon yellow sand, naturally fading away with the sweeping wind.

Moreover, Hou Yu very much hoped they would look down on her, as this would give her an opportunity to secure a victory without expending too much energy. Although Hou Yu usually seemed rather absent-minded, once she entered combat mode, this fellow was exceedingly astute.

Reporter Chen thought of the reason why her uncle had harmed Wang Yang; she blamed herself entirely for failing to help her uncle resolve this deep-seated grudge.

Oddly enough, amidst the biting, howling gale of the Kunlun Mountains, these ashes seemed as heavy as iron, remaining completely motionless in the air despite the fierce, whipping winds.

Then I led the group into a larger room next door, where a long red carpet was laid out.

Suli naturally took in the preceding scene, marveling inwardly. Yet his tone held no worry for his half-sister; he merely found it rather amusing, akin to watching a real-life drama out of boredom during his idle days.

"Don't slack off! Otherwise, my whip is not just for show!" The old eunuch's hands trembled, and his braid trembled along with them. His turbid eyes swept over whoever crossed his path, and the whip would immediately fall upon them, leaving a trail of blood in its wake.

Xu Xianxian knew very well that she was an ordinary person through and through. Her talent was not high, nor did she possess any primordial bloodline. Achieving this level of success was entirely due to the cheating assistance of the rabbit hairpin.

Fortunately, Cheng Dapeng had not plunged downward from a sudden loss of balance; instead, he had slowly slid down over the course of two or three seconds, otherwise he surely would have dragged Yang Qianfeng down with him.

Tang Xin walked over to Ye Lengfeng, speaking to him in the tone of a corporate colleague, while her gaze covertly sized up the sexy and alluring Wang Lijun standing beside him.

The Primordial Evil Dragon let out a furious roar, deciding against destroying the mage tower immediately in order to first eliminate these annoying flagship vessels.

Yet, upon careful reflection, the Lionheart King had to admit that this seemed to be the only way to untangle the deadlock.

Within mere dozens of seconds, the bidding for half a jin of tea leaves had soared to twenty million, and with everyone's enthusiasm unabated, the price continued to skyrocket.

Rubin had finished his warm-up exercises, gripping his golf club tightly in his right hand, and without a moment's hesitation, drove the golf ball away with a single swing.

Swallowing the medicinal pill without hesitation, she instantly felt her body grow much more comfortable, the pain easing significantly. Immediately afterward, a burst of white radiance erupted from within her body.

Jiang Li calls me master, so you can call me master too, and you can just call him senior brother. The two of you will be my registered disciples, and that's that.

"Didn't you say you would only take one disciple, Ye Xiao?" Seeing that a fait accompli had been reached, Ikuta Erika was struck by a sudden clever thought, conjuring a solution out of thin air.

"Then let's stop dawdling! Those who need to fight, go fight; those who need to negotiate, go negotiate; those who need to investigate, go investigate! We still have far too many things to do! Dongqing, stay behind," Luo Dong said, before seating himself calmly upon a stone stool.

"Then come on," Feng Shui said as he flicked Pandora, causing a greatsword to appear in his hand. Against an expert who could effortlessly strike at supersonic speeds, bullets were meaningless. However, equipped with his own Emperor's Engine, Feng Shui had no fear of close-quarters combat whatsoever.

Perhaps subconsciously recognizing that he was already strong enough not to need such scheming methods anymore, looking back now, he found that his flaws were astonishingly glaring.

Shao Shaoan didn't mind either. Accompanied by the appetizers on the table, he casually drank along with them.

The True Fire of the Six Ding was released by the Black Dragon, possessing a spiritual intelligence that caused it to hop playfully about the grand hall as if it were out for a stroll.

After being rejected in such a manner, the handsome young man felt a surge of anger, but his gaze suddenly shifted to Mo Yishen standing behind Qin Tianyue. Meeting Mo Yishen's deep, chilling gaze made his entire body go numb, and not daring to linger a moment longer, he hurriedly turned and left.