Chapter 30

"Will you be participating in the next round, the promotion tournament?" Tie Feiyu asked in a gentle tone from behind Zeng Xiu.

Seeing this, the others suppressed their fear and began casting spells, bombarding the giant Kunpeng in the sky.

"It should be around here. Could that enemy unit have been wiped out by Gongsun Zan?" Xu Yang searched every blade of grass and tree with extreme care, yet there wasn't a single unit of over thirty people on the plains. In this situation, Xu Yang had no choice but to ask the Golden-Winged Kunpeng about his doubts.

It was just that little bit; Xu Yang had spent two months in this sealed land before finally achieving a breakthrough. Feeling the saint-level energy flowing through his body, each of his strikes now generated a whistling sound of displaced air, and Xu Yang was truly overjoyed.

"Forget that nonsense. Tell me, do you know Ye Yan from Class One?" Zeng Xiu asked.

Suddenly, the center indeed passed the ball back. However, he did not pass it to Murong Xiao, but to the shortest boy in Class Two, the player wearing number three.

Fang Yun still held respect for Zhang Ziyan in his heart; after all, she was someone he admired and the wife of Liu He, so he secretly suppressed his rage. However, his eyes remained fixed on Wang Guanglu, wishing he could jump onto the stage right now and tear him apart.

"What do I do, what do I do? I still can't find him. If this goes on, he's going to be in serious trouble. It's my fault, it's my fault." Wu Yafeng had lost all composure; his hair was a tangled mess like a bird's nest, his clothes were crumpled, and he paced back and forth barefoot.

The general atop the Nether Warhorse was Ji Bu, a warrior whose martial prowess and command ability had both reached the Imperial level. Moreover, all the undead soldiers on this level were under his control; they were not scattered as before, which increased the difficulty by an unknown fold.

Due to the warm and humid climate here, the entire continent was vibrant with life. Everywhere was lush with greenery; towering plants reached toward the heavens, and the thick weeds were no less impressive than the ancient trees of his previous world.

"Humph, a poor wretch, still trying to pick up someone else's girl? It's no wonder he gets beaten!" Behind Yan Ming, a non-mainstream youth with dyed blonde hair sneered, clearly looking down on Chu Feng.

People... they always change, don't they? Murong Lingyue smiled indifferently, not wanting to continue the topic, and instead said, "Let's hurry and serve tea to Mother and Father."

At that time, He Yunwei’s heart stirred, and he immediately thought of Qin Yue. He hadn’t expected that his impressive big brother would actually want to see Qin Yue, and the plan in his mind took shape in an instant.

In the Jin army camp, Nan Shuang tumbled to the ground, his life hanging in the balance. Gan Mao and Zuo Chao anxiously helped him up, only for Nan Shuang to fall into a coma once again.

Qing Yan, conversely, calmed his mind and closed his eyes for a few seconds. When he opened his eyes, which were now filled with a different kind of brilliance, he had made up his mind to consume a vast amount of spiritual and physical strength to kill the monster before him.

This damnable fellow had seized the moment before he could feign madness, mercilessly cutting off his retreat.

The surrounding onlookers, seeing him begin to roughly cut into the precious raw stone—which had already revealed a patch of green—without even observing the grain or shape of the material, erupted into an uproar.

"That's right, I remember clearly that this guy called 'Yu' must have come from Survival Server 1. Once, that guy named 'Xuan' who was with him even invited me to join their server's village. It seemed to be called something like Xinyuxuan."

"All these years, I've stopped trying to guess which of the things you've said to me were true and which were false," Wudao said with a look of resignation.

This is the power of public opinion. Although Wang Yiyi really liked Li Changlin, it could not be denied that if Li Changlin had just been an ordinary person, she would certainly not have been easily moved.

It was originally an action done for Tang Yi's convenience, but Mu Xianling didn't know that her slightly shy expression and the charming way she inadvertently turned her head and brushed her hair left people dazzled.

Otherwise, as long as the system announced that the "eight seconds of memory" had entered the livestream, it was likely that Yimo and Cangbai, along with all their fans, would have to kneel in defeat.

The six words "disciple of Bodhi Patriarch" were something they were never willing to bring up from start to finish.

"Leave this godforsaken place first." Xiang Yu’s mind stirred, agitating the boundless swamp mud. Feeling a tree ahead, he struggled to "swim" toward it, then climbed up the trunk.

To put it mildly, you can't just keep him buried in the bottom of your heart; you have to let people see your sordid nature?

On the viewing platform not far away, Ye Zilin also spotted Chu Yan. Her beautiful face froze slightly, a glimmer of spiritual light swirling in her lovely eyes. Immediately, she gave Chu Yan a sweet smile, blossoming like a lily, stunningly beautiful.

Zhang Yi found it hard to believe this number; he never imagined a security guard could receive such a large share of money.

Although the boys of Industrial Management Class 2 were not fearless, they were not afraid of people like Luo Bin and his group.

"Did Zhong Ling ever say that Yuan Zhan was not good enough for her?" Xie Zhongling’s expression turned cold, her voice icy.

The space before them suddenly brightened, yet it was still as if they were in darkness—though not the kind where they could see absolutely nothing as before.

Li Miao could clearly feel that every raw stone brought her a different sensation. Especially after she held them in her hands, the difference in their spiritual energy became even more apparent.

After the neighbors learned of this, they were moved by Liu Xin'er's filial piety and collectively petitioned on her behalf. In the end, the victim's family relented and agreed to a private settlement, but only if they were compensated five hundred taels would they withdraw the lawsuit.

Looking at the Tortoise Ghost on the side—well, it had a thick shell and deep cultivation, so although it wasn't spinning anymore, it was still rocking back and forth on its back with all four limbs in the air.