Sixty

"You are also on the list of irrelevant people." Luo Wusheng quietly watched Jin Lan revel in secret for a few dozen seconds before ruthlessly pronouncing the "death sentence."

Up until this moment, Boss Ma still wore an arrogant and conceited expression, acting as though the entire Yancheng was his family's backyard.

Just as Qin Yibai withdrew his gaze from the grocery store and turned back to put in a good word with the old man so that Tian Qi would let him off, his peripheral vision suddenly swept across a pitch-black object that looked remarkably familiar.

Even for him it was thus, and the suffering endured by the White Ape and Crimson Crow behind him—being non-human entities—was ten times worse. On the contrary, Shen Qixia practiced orthodox arts and possessed a purely Yin constitution. Although illuminated by the Seven-Treasures Golden Banner, she merely felt parched, faring much better than the others. Seeing Zhang Ruchun in agony, she quickly shifted to one side to block most of the precious light for him.

Sumu's expression startled. The moment the light screen appeared, his body was instantly immobilized, unable to struggle or move. Seeing this scene, the arrogant young man burst into laughter.

The God of War inheritance—even if Zhang Wuneng had to risk his life, he would acquire it with all his might. Only...

In an instant, at least half a bowl of excrement rushed from his mouth straight down his throat, and then entered his stomach.

The dark passage seemed endless, and an invisible, intangible erosive force within it constantly squeezed, attempting to devour both Qin Yibai and the multitude. That aura of destruction was deeply terrifying.

"Ye Ge! Ye Ge! Ye Ge!" The crowd outside, shocked in their hearts, began chanting Ye Ge's name once again.

With the assistance of a few older relatives, Qian Long finally managed to hastily get through Old Master Qian's funeral. Given the urgency and circumstances, this was the only way for now.

At this moment. Returning to the third dimension, Bai Jinyin immediately sensed a chilling aura.

Liu Shengzhi recognized it at a single glance and gave a low shout. Yet he wondered, which dragon court's domain was this once more?

"I see you are a water mage, and there are hardly any mages left in the mortal realm. Are you from the Hall of Magic?" I asked indifferently.

Cangqing let out a heavy snort. Yet he was left speechless. Liusha was right; the war between the Demon race and the Pangu race ultimately involved the Chaotic Dragon God after all.

"Elder Li, thank you for your hard work." Seeing the appearance of this Heavenly Martial Realm elder, Ruyue visibly relaxed the tension she had been trying so hard to conceal.

" Unless you relinquish your position as the Bear King and are willing to remain with the Eagle clan after marriage," I said earnestly.

Right at that moment, Youssef and Higgins came to report that Lin Feng wished to have a chat with him, specifically inquiring about the guardian deity and stating he wanted to discuss certain matters with them. This made him realize it was truly necessary to meet this Lin Feng, and to receive him with the highest protocol.

Hearing Lin Feng's agreement, the Caelelian Ice Flame Tiger immediately excited itself, sprang up, and flew to the open expanse above the ice field.

Just as before, he remained that same him, and you remained that same you. That day, that person, that matter.

Mong Huo's map was far too crude, and the detection diameter of the large detector in his hand was only two hundred million kilometers, allowing him to anticipate giant rock impacts up to a maximum of two hundred million kilometers away.

Inner thoughts: Of course it's her. This Battle Mage has it even harder than a Defender. I certainly don't want to carry a stick around playing tricks every day.

That was the token used by the former Imperial Tutor Chu Qingmo to mobilize the Qiyuan Kingdom's Phoenix Guards, as well as an exceptional instrument for intelligence reconnaissance.

The others all wore somewhat unnatural expressions upon hearing this. Of course, the most unnatural of all was Ryan; he looked at the Seventh Captain with an expression of sheer disbelief: Was this really the Seventh Captain?

With the precedent set, the porridge distribution over the following days went smoothly, and no further disturbances or troublemakers arose.

With the protection of He Ruohua and Wen Yu, this fatal blade at the peak of the Martial Ancestor realm might not necessarily kill the Phoenix Empress.

Lian Tianfan, Jiyi Shishi, and Longxi Jiao also exchanged glances. Evidently, they were equally curious.

In fact, there was no need to wait a moment longer. Ye Ge could already feel his body slowly warming up, his strength gradually recovering, and the gnawing feeling of starvation vanishing away.

Old Mondo and Ian, who was seeking to atone for his sins by meritorious service, had gone to Luoding City to buy food. Judging by the time, their return was not far off, and Leech asked her to go meet the grain transport carts.

These people died in various ways—some were beaten to death, others bore human bite and tooth marks, and some were even discovered through examination to have bizarrely clawed themselves to death alive.

Many peak Earth Immortals felt their eyelids twitch wildly; if that punch had locked onto them, escaping would have been extremely difficult.

Wei Jingzhe thought for a moment and felt that what Luohou Mutian said made sense, so he greeted Jiang Tianyunhai and followed Luohou Mutian toward the counter.

He was slightly startled, yet felt not the least bit afraid. With a movement of his mind, he had already teleported toward that river of stars.

"Thinking that I still had things to do today, I woke up earlier. Do you have time today? How about accompanying me to the plantation?" Lin Haihai sat down, but looking at the breakfast on the table, a wave of nausea hit her, and she quickly turned her face away.

"Someone, take this Li Junyue away!" The ice-cold words made everyone present involuntarily shiver. His ink-dark sword-like brows were knitted together, his thin lips pressed tightly into a line, and his face was covered in frost.

However, what baffled Lu Wu slightly was that although Kui Niu possessed a powerful physical body, its ranking among the ninety-nine ancient demon tribes was actually quite low—only thirtieth—and its lifespan was merely two hundred years. Yet how could this Kui Niu possibly have lived for such an immensely long time?