Chapter 29

As for the high amount of points Luo Zheng had painstakingly accumulated over thirty-three battles, they were lost to Han Liusu.

She heard a thunderous roar; the mental power of the Twin-Headed Silver-Tusked Tyrannosaurus was shattered by her own psychic force, and with a sudden crash, it collapsed in the beast space, instantly becoming docile.

Shen Xun died to save him, leaving him to live in perpetual guilt. If not for him, perhaps Shen Xun would not have died.

With a wave of his hand, accompanied by an invisible ripple in space, a portal appeared before him.

"I am not his," Crystal retorted. "At most, he is mine." After saying this, she laughed at herself and began to practice her song.

"It seems Brother Luo Zheng has poor luck, running into this thing the first time entering the Immortal Scroll," Fei Yu said with a bitter smile.

The man spoke indifferently, as if he could find a fatal weakness to crush Yin Xinlan at any time.

Seeing the spiral already before him, Luo Zheng’s gaze narrowed slightly, but he chose not to slip into space-time.

"Amazing!" Although it was just a prediction, Jiang Haoran’s blood was boiling. Having Leonard on the first team, and the Emperor and Duncan on the second, was enough to prove how outstanding the Spurs' defense was.

In the Divine Realm, some people keep fierce beasts, and in the Universe, there are many contracted beasts as well. But a beast remains a beast; they usually only communicate with their masters and cannot integrate into human society.

A gentle breeze blew, ruffling the hem of Ding Jingxi’s long robes. He tightened his grip on his sword, feeling a faint sting in his palm.

"Next, I activate the effect of [Hammer Shark], once per turn, I decrease its level to Special Summon one level three or lower WATER monster from my hand..." Just as Rou Xue finished speaking, the effect processing procedure appeared on her duel disk screen, and she placed a card from her hand into the monster zone next to [Hammer Shark].

Inside the temple stood a three-zhang tall statue of a majestic man in armor, holding a long spear, his tiger-like eyes gazing solemnly into the distance.

Fifteen hundred years ago, sects and schools were few, and the techniques passed down among practitioners were limited. People then relied more on their own insights into the laws of heaven and earth, making their cultivation progress slow, yet their understanding of the laws far surpassed that of later generations.

Ten years passed in silence, and it still radiated Amna’s divine power, the primordial energy from the beginning of chaos. Green energy drifted about, yet it could no longer heal the wounds of the living.

This time, Liu Yi used only one move. With a casual wave, the Red-Eyed Tiger King, which had given him so much trouble last time, was torn to pieces and vanished into smoke. Liu Yi passed with ease.

A faint sense of appreciation, acknowledging my efforts and the relief of the imminent pacification of the realm, washed over me. I relaxed instantly. An overwhelming exhaustion surged forth; before I could even think to resist, everything went black, and I knew nothing of what followed.

"If Groudon had acted sooner to kill Luo Ling and Yasna, it wouldn't have been so much trouble!" Alod thought, gritting his teeth.

The two sides engaged in a great war. Under the leadership of the Heavenly Monarch and the twelve Star Officials, the God-Slaying Crowd actually shook the invincible Divine Court in the eyes of the world. Those powerful Chief Deacons, the Heaven-Flying and Earth-Escaping Ministers, and the Sea-Supporting Court Lords fell one after another.

Of course, the Night-Devouring Worm hadn't noticed at first, but Lulu’s voice attracted it, and it took at least a minute for the creature to turn around.

Back then, when Gongsun Zan first became the Administrator of Youzhou and captured the Wuhuan people for Liu Yu, Liu Yu was also angry and ordered them to be imprisoned.

The Marquis turned to look at Fuyou and said, "You don't need to worry about this. Just guard the Queen's palace well. I will go and resolve the matters outside." With that, the Marquis vanished on the spot.

Zuo Rong was formidable, possessing the Diamond Dharma, having just stepped into the Golden Core stage. His Vajra Pestle was more than a match for Yan Xing and Taishi Ci, and he fought Han Wei to a stalemate.

But based on the trend of Shark becoming the top live-streaming platform in China, and Lu Benwei being its top streamer, it was fair to call him the number one streamer in China.

Such a luxurious procession was not what You Jingyan imagined as safe. By rights, Wang Deyong should not be such a vulgar person.

Sun Ce put on a full act, claiming to be overcome with grief and fallen ill, unable to handle affairs, and entrusted all government duties to Zhang Zhao and Zhou Yu.

Qizhi nodded, then buried his face in Li Yunhui’s back and wept. He cried so sadly and bitterly, as if trying to vent all the suffering and pain he had endured over the years.

When Jiang Deguan received the news, he found it inexplicable. Both Zhao Fujin and the other were under his supervision; how could they have sent a letter out?

No one wants to die. Those who claim not to fear death simply haven't reached that moment. Once death looms, the desire to survive and the instinct to live will drive a person to use every possible, or even impossible, means to grasp at a glimmer of hope.

Wu Hao’s eyes widened in shock upon hearing this. In the cultivation world, practitioners below the Divine Ability Realm have lifespans no different from ordinary people, roughly a hundred years. At most, the spiritual power nourishing their meridians and bodies might add a dozen years, but such extra life is of little use to a cultivator.

The so-called Demonic Path is essentially the same as normal cultivation, except they are more eager for quick success. To improve their strength and realm, they will stop at nothing, even if it means slaughtering millions, which is why they are classified as demonic.

Behind the mountain was a large grove of osmanthus trees, surrounding a quaint bamboo house. It was undoubtedly the dwelling of a hermit master.

On Zhaoxia’s body, traces of sharp blades were visible everywhere, some places still seeping blood. On her abdomen was a large, shocking wound that the Fourth Prince could not bear to look at. Yet, Zhaoxia never uttered a sound of pain, and the Fourth Prince felt a slight tremor in his heart.

Seeing the genuine smile on Lu Xiang’er’s face, Lu Hong knew she felt the same way, and he felt very relieved. After repeating a few more instructions, Lu Hong stopped the ox cart and let Lu Xiang’er leave on her own. Only when he could no longer see her silhouette did he drive the cart toward the village head Niu Mancang’s home.