Chapter 132: The Battle Between Immortals and the Uncanny

"Furthermore, this person's cultivation is no less than mine!" Chen Yang added.

At this moment, the footsteps from deep within the mist grew closer. Each step sounded like a death knell.

"I'm done! I'm not playing anymore!" A guard screamed in terror, casting all caution aside...

Watching his retreating figure, Lin Xiaoxiao was quite satisfied. Young people truly are the best labor, full of drive and ambition.

A wave of intense dizziness and weakness surged over Chu Zichuan like a rising tide. Gasping for breath and harboring a fierce resolve, he bit down hard on the tip of his tongue, using his indomitable willpower to fight against the various debilitating states.

Tang Xue reached level fifty-two, which was actually relatively slow; after all, it took her seven years to progress from level forty-one to fifty-two.

Liang Cai casually assessed her fortune and saw that at only fifteen or sixteen years of age, she already possessed the cultivation of the third level of True Origin, while a purple-red aura above her head indicated the potential for the Nascent Soul stage.

"I understand! Hao-ge means that we should only catch the high-value fish and leave the low-value or less profitable ones for the others," Luo Hao shouted excitedly.

The newcomer was tall, wearing a dark green linen shirt and white leggings. It was a very simple outfit, yet she exuded an inimitable aristocratic aura.

Tang San continued to press forward, but Shui Bing'er's movements shifted, as if she were dancing.

However, he did not intend to resign himself to fate just yet. At present, Ruan Yijiao's strength was far superior to his, making resistance difficult.

Seeing Cen Yuyan still being led around by the nose by Song Chenyu, Ye Zhuo truly could not bear it any longer.

It’s a good thing I’m not a lonely bachelor; otherwise, I don’t know how I would withstand such provocation—I might have struck him down on the spot.

"That's true! I was just worrying about where to use the rocket launcher! Let's just use the grenade launcher here; once it starts exploding later, we can help out too!" Zhang Dali said.

"Then, going to Tokyo is...?" Hashimoto felt his heart rolling on the edge of a cliff. It had just tumbled over, but before it could hit the bottom and shatter into pieces, a pair of hands had caught it. Now, it was swaying in mid-air, and he had no idea what to do.

If what Sun Cheng said was true, it proved his own judgment was poor for misreading Zhong Yi. If it was false, he was still furious; after all, Zhong Yi was his own appointee—how could someone make things so difficult for him? What kind of behavior was that? Was he being completely ignored?

"Stay safe on the road, good luck, and I hope when we meet again, you will be an even stronger warrior." Flora let go and patted He Yinlei on the shoulder.

'Doyosan' was ugly-cute and adorable; Nishino Nanase was soft-cute and adorable. But when that soft-cuteness emerged from the eyes of the ugly-cute, everything became somewhat indescribable.

Luo brushed a strand of hair aside, and the dim, yellowish light of the gas lamp diffused into blood-red rays through the gaps in her hair.

Upon learning the fate of the two families in Dragonspine City and Stream City, he certainly wouldn't be foolish enough to remain in the castle waiting for the Dragonborn army to arrive; running away was a certainty.

This empire was their lifelong faith. Their current achievements were all bestowed upon them by this immense power.

Isn't so-called prosperity and flourishing something achieved through the efforts of people like Zhong Yi, generation after generation?

Two men arrived. They paced at the door, pretending to have business, and seeing no one around, one of them knocked on the door.

Sheng Buhuan danced his twin blades, alternating forward and reverse strikes in rapid succession. In the blink of an eye, he unleashed dozens of slashes, thrusts, and parries. Gu Xiao, with disheveled hair and drenched in sweat, grew flustered and frantic by the end of the fight.

"History doesn't record this event. The only famous one is the attempted assassination of the King of Qin by Jing Ke," Teacher Yuan said, shaking his head.