Volume 1, Chapter 43: Let Him Run Wild for a Little Longer!

"Prime Minister, taking advantage of the unstable court affairs, that fellow Yang Yi is attempting to establish his own bureau and usurp authority. This is a clear display of his wolfish ambition!"

"If we leave him unchecked, he will surely become a grave disaster in the future!"

Ma Su furrowed his brows tightly as he tried to persuade him.

Even now, they could clearly see Yang Yi's deep craving for power.

This was rather unjust to Li Goudan. It wasn't that he kept his eyes solely on the top lane; in reality, he was watching every lane, but it just happened that the top lane presented an opportunity.

Zhang Qiaoyun pointed with her sword, and the treasured blade instantly burst with brilliant light. In a split second, the oppressive might of a top-tier spiritual treasure surged forth overwhelmingly. The sword Qi soared, and with a single slash, it actually covered the entire expanse of the stars.

After all, he was treading a completely new path with no prior experience, and the risks he faced were immense.

Yet no one cared whether those ordinary soldiers lived or died; Zhao Yun didn't care, and neither did Yan Xing.

In fact, both wives had successively become pregnant. As a novice about to become a father, Ye Tian had long since developed a strong paternal instinct.

"I'll try my best," Chen Yi said with a smile. Hearing that Chen Yi was willing to help, a look of pleasant surprise appeared on Ye Ningshui's face, and she began to bow and kowtow repeatedly to him.

Once he achieved the status of a Void Immortal, Lu Zheng's strength would increase by more than a dozen times. The main issue was that his current cultivation level made it utterly impossible for him to operate an immortal artifact. It was much like handing a heavy machine gun to an infant and forcing him to fire it; the recoil would likely kill the infant before he even managed to hit anyone.

"We really feel bad about this now. Coming to us for your problem is useless, as we are simply not experts in this field and know absolutely nothing about it," Old Qian said.

Logically speaking, a Tier 5 powerhouse could subdue someone like Qin Fan, who was not even Tier 3, with just a single glance. Yet this time, he clearly and distinctly felt that such an attempt would be entirely futile.

At this moment, Ming Yong, Tian An, Ye Tongyuan, Yun Qingxiao, and the others had no words left to say.

The commotion she had made while talking to that man just now was quite loud, and passersby surely must have seen it. No wonder word had reached her father's ears.

He Jinglan spoke, and as he uttered these words, his gaze falling upon Xia Qiqi carried a hint of perplexity.

A roaming scout of indeterminate height sat beside the group, gazing coldly at Lin Xiao.

I was extremely anxious as well, suspecting that this Li Zhuang might be an imposter, and peered closely in his direction.

Once the target fell into the trap, Tang Wenwei's spiritual arts would trigger, and with the two of them launching a pincer attack, taking down a Tier 4 enemy would be much easier than before.

Lin Xiao turned and ran, taking the opportunity to glance back at the culprit from moments earlier, only to see a basin-sized fireball hurtling rapidly toward him.

While Li Yuanwu led City No. 89 Academy triumphantly into the finals, Qin Fan also received a notice for the offline gathering of the Salvation Society.

Hearing his younger brother's cry, Kuang Biao felt utterly helpless. His chest was covered in bloody lacerations, his arms were lined with tears in his flesh, his breathing was somewhat erratic, and his chest heaved violently.

Yet he could sense that the density of his bones and the solidity of his flesh were beginning to undergo drastic changes.

Relying entirely on his muscular physique, the burly Huaxia man carved a bloody path through his Italian opponents, frequently helping teammates intercept the ball and create counter-attacking opportunities, serving as a vital midfield barrier for the AC Milan youth team.

However, this was a battle of life and death, and Feng Lingtian could not force the factions of the Floating Cloud Continent; he could only let them choose for themselves. Even if they were unwilling to participate, Feng Lingtian would not harbor any resentment.

It was colossal. The ceiling of the Grand Soul Arena was only fifty meters high, and as soon as this tree emerged, it nearly blew the roof off.

With ten days remaining until the end of the hunting tournament, the Astrology Academy had already been eliminated. All the other factions were quite surprised by this outcome.

This trial experience was finalized after much discussion between Yuka and Department Head Yagi. Although a few bottles of the innovative potion were given away for free, it successfully stirred up the emotions of the participants. Only by experiencing it firsthand would their impressions become much more vivid.