Day 64

Confident as ever, Joaquin began his flank breakthrough once more. Dashing frantically down the baseline, he forcefully flicked the ball toward the sideline, instantly widening the gap between Baines—who had been blocking his passing lane—and himself. With that distance established, Joaquin cared little even if he were face-to-face with a defender.

Naruto waved his hand toward Cat-Mountain Kou, then gently scooped up Ranran in his arms, saying, "I'm sorry, Ranran. Big Brother Naruto was wrong. From now on, will you come with Big Brother Naruto to the Land of Snow?" Cat-Mountain Kou stood up, followed by the rest of the Cat-Mountain clan members and Cat-Mountain Qiu.

In the primordial spirit state, every single attack struck directly at the soul. This blow immediately caused the mysterious figure to let out a piercing, miserable scream.

"Hey, Naruto. Why did you block in front of me?" Tsunade asked, lowering her hand after seeing that the wound on my chest had already vanished.

Consequently, under Old Cowell's stern glare, all the fans retreated. They knew that Richard had come to see Old Cowell for serious business.

Saeko Busujima currently looked completely like a zombie, no longer human. Logically speaking, unless a mythological-tier entity appeared, she could not be saved; the realistic world had zero methods to revert a zombie back into a human.

Her entire body burned with heat, trembling incessantly. Her legs tightly wrapped around Yang Que's waist, and a sound of supreme bliss escaped her lips.

Had it not been for the other party's utterly sincere gaze, Lee Seung-lin would have simply wanted to find a block of tofu and crash into it to end his life. After working so hard to shoot so many film and television works, his best achievement turned out to be a music video?

Once Tai Shiwen grasped this layer of connection, he hurriedly looked through similar intelligence reports. After reading many of them, he finally understood certain incidents that had occurred within the imperial palace.

Yang Zun glanced at Li Qingbin lying on the ground, his eyes filled with utter disdain. Yet he knew this was not due to Li Qingbin's poor alcohol tolerance, but rather because the liquor was far too tyrannical. Presumably, they could only look at it and not drink it, and Yi Tianping had simply brought it out to torment them.

Qin Huacheng intended to offer a few more words of persuasion, but Chu Huo was no longer willing to continue the conversation and directly issued a polite dismissal by serving tea. Unable to force the matter, Qin Huacheng could only leave Chu Huo's farm in dejection and head toward his next destination.

This feeling made Ye Tufei realize that he could not live without Ouyang Xueping. He had to bring Ouyang Xueping back; otherwise, his future days would be filled with misery.

Within the entire State Guard Corporation, those who believed in the Holy Spirit Sect were far from few. In this massive enterprise with tens of thousands of employees, a full ten percent secretly adhered to it, placing absolute faith in the dark spirits described in its doctrines.

Eight awkward and dense syllables slipped from his mouth, transforming into ripples of sound waves that expanded outward and filled the entire tenth floor.

The crowd below watched in utter fascination. Shen Cong's movements were not overly complex, yet they possessed a unique charm of their own. Every single stance and move carried immense power. While they could not fully comprehend it, it was precisely this mystery that filled them with yearning. Counting now, Shen Cong had unknowingly achieved fifteen consecutive victories.

"Kill them for me!" Seated in the grand hall, the Zhongshan Emperor manipulated the Nine Dragons to attack from afar, his expression fierce and ecstatic. On one hand, he marveled at Wang Feng's physical prowess; on the other, he rejoiced that Wang Feng had finally stepped into the killing array.

Yi Tianping's loyal followers Li Qingbin, Li Kui, Wang Shizhen, and others successively cried out in exclamation.

At that very moment, even Shen Chen could not help revealing a gratified smile, his face filled with unwavering resolve.

A cultivator's blood was essentially their cultivation power. Once lost, it required time to recover. Not only that, blood also dictated combat capability and influenced fighting spirit, playing a crucial role in the unleashing of one's strength. Therefore, under normal circumstances, pills designed to restore blood in the immortal realm were extremely popular and practically an essential item for everyone.

He silently added in his mind: and Yu Yanluo—though, naturally, it was inconvenient to speak of this to her.

The primordial water essence of Kuei was the condensed essence of the endless North Sea waters, while the ultimate yin essence of profound ice was the frigid and icy essence congealed in the depths of the sea eye.

As soon as he departed, many discerning individuals in the arena immediately sensed the underlying situation and successively found excuses to take their leave.

Fuxi God Clan's supreme and noble bloodline displayed a power against these filthiest of fiends that completely surpassed everyone's imagination.

"This... what kind of situation is this?!" Wang Mou felt utterly helpless facing this dilemma of possessing a mountain of treasures yet being unable to use them.

Heh, who is actually going to die remains to be seen! Wang Mou thought to himself with a quiet laugh as he watched Chu Jinmao step onto the arena stage.

Xiao Wan did not leave; she was still somewhat unconvinced. Furthermore, she still had a mission to fulfill and could not simply walk away.

As the dust and powder scattered in all directions, Lin Qitian closed in on the visual range of the Zhu Luo Six-Armed Frog with the momentum of a shooting star chasing the moon.

Yue Dayang manipulated the shuttle to execute one unfathomable space jump after another, yet he still could not completely shake off the pursuers trailing behind him.

"Whose brew is this?" Enduring his nausea after draining the cup, he still asked the question.

No wonder Si Yan sometimes always looked at me with displeasure, constantly flaunting to me in subtle ways that Su Fan belonged to her, and that the person he loved was her.