Volume 1, Chapter 63: Each With Their Own Brilliance

Upon hearing this, Madam Tao merely paused her wooden fish striking and looked calmly at Meng Wan.

"My brother-in-law has already contacted the traffic police detachment, and they will dispatch officers immediately to direct traffic."

Yet, to leap across two major realms—the Core Formation and Nascent Soul stages—in succession to directly attain the Deity Transformation level is something that cannot even be described as a dream.

This route also had its merits: it was covert and convenient, and it was hard for anyone to make such a connection. Most importantly, it bypassed the sports school’s surveillance system, completely eliminating any need to worry about the back gate of the west wall closing after midnight.

It was just that she had overestimated Chen Tuo and Wu Zhao, or rather, she had underestimated Yin Xiao. The two men grabbed Yin Xiao's arms from left and right, yet Yin Xiao did not budge an inch.

Just as Deng Chaogang's voice trailed off, the aerial legion that had already reached the edge of the arena suddenly formed an offensive crane-wing array, unleashing a terrifying coercive pressure over the entire arena outside the Sector Seven city.

Anyway, it wouldn't take up much of his time, and his relationship with Jon Favreau was quite good.

And if he wanted more gold coins, he would need her to bring out something of greater value to exchange with them.

In truth, I truly miss the feeling of lingering in bed during the morning. The moment you open your eyes, the sunlight is bright, the birdsong is crisp, the green trees outside the window are serene, and the white clouds are gentle. A sudden feeling wells up in your heart: spring flowers are blooming, and you are facing the vast sea.

"It's getting late. I'll come to see Your Imperial Majesty another day." Bai Zhuozi stood up, graceful and unconstrained, with a faint smile.

After all, if one were truly to examine everyone according to the doctrines of the Lord of Radiance, not a single noble, without exception, could escape the charge of heresy.

The early summer afternoon was always unusually sultry, and even the occasional wisps of breeze carried an unbearable restlessness. Merely sitting quietly would cause unruly sweat to trickle all over the body, let alone in such a bustling and lively competition venue.

Everyone was cultivating. Jiang Xiao used his fingers in the stone chamber to trace the incantation and operational trajectory of the Demonic Blade Technique. Not far from him, Yuling was cultivating the Deity of Demons Art, while only Ziling crawled back and forth over Jiang Xiao, appearing restless and annoyed.

"No, occasionally there is also romance and elegance, discussing poetry and chanting verses." Tangtang leaned closer to her side.

"Mr. Lee, I'm afraid I don't have a suitable large room for you," Christine said with a half-smile.

In the dead of night, shadows swayed within the alleys, casting cold and piercing gazes toward Lu Shu as he walked along the bluestone-paved road.

"No, Yue, no, don't—" Qinghong stared blankly at everything before her, her heart aching violently as if it were being torn to shreds. Tears had long since blurred Qinghong's vision, and recklessly, she stumbled toward the center of the storm where Ziyue was.

Through the leaves and branches, one could see the clearing on the hillside ahead, which was crowded with rumbling mining machinery. Transport trailers constantly emerged from the mine shafts, hauling piles of raw stones to the processing equipment for breaking and cutting.

Having stayed in the Demon Court for merely a day, everyone dispersed. Jiang Xiao had Zhao Ling'er return directly to the Lunar Star, while he quietly made his way to the vast grassland that served as the birthplace of the Wu Clan.

This was simply unavoidable. Suppression from competitors and abandonment by the upper management of the Baige Group had led to this predicament, a situation that Zhou Ziyan was powerless to change.

Addressing each other as uncle and nephew, though the forms of address were intimate, the bone-chilling murderous intent sent shivers down one's spine. Knowing there was something extremely bizarre about this matter, Yang Nan asked without a moment's hesitation.