Volume One, Chapter 21: Clear Class Distinctions

"The method is quite simple; the best way to break the deadlock is for the Adapter to have a deep and intimate exchange with the three of them, allowing them to truly understand one another," the system replied.

"Scoundrel!" Onoki, having once witnessed the terrifying power of Uchiha Madara, growled in anger.

Carrying an unstoppable force, he instantly parried Might Guy's kick with a single palm. Utilizing the moment Guy’s defenses were wide open, he unleashed his sage chakra to its limit, throwing a whip kick that erupted into a massive, dragon-shaped surge of air, tearing through the atmosphere as it lunged toward Guy.

A duel between these two? This was an opportunity that truly feasted the eyes!

It could be used by beings of any cultivation level, though its potency would vary accordingly.

With everyone else deep in sleep, Dido began to stir restlessly; after scanning the area for a moment, she turned and departed.

Observing her two stunned friends, Baby smiled at Wu Li, and Wu Li returned the smile.

"Why ask me? If they want to shut it down, let them," the CEO of Douyu said, his initial panic giving way to a calculated response.

She knew that the card in Mu Qiu's hand was definitely not an Ace, yet his composure in such a situation was beyond her comprehension.

All the Cloud Ninjas present found the scene before them impossible to believe. They knew full well the level of the Raikage’s taijutsu; in terms of physical defense, strength, and speed, he was peerless in the current ninja world.

Arriving outside, they saw Shangguan Wuhen and Ren Xiaoyao still standing where they were, leaving the crowd completely bewildered as to what had happened.

Ran Fei immediately led his men to withdraw from the competition, summoned his troops, reported to the Qi Palace, and prepared for battle.

Yang Jiu glanced at Long Xing and then at Fairy Lin. He pulled Yang Yaoming along, waved his hand, and the soldiers followed them, vanishing completely in an instant.

The vendors in front of the Teleportation Hall were merely at the Imperial or Emperor level and stood no chance of resistance.

In a fleeting moment, a massive shockwave swept across the field, kicking up debris and wind blades that struck everything nearby indiscriminately.

Third, even if they were unwilling to accept the constraints of a traditional administrative government, the Puritans, who shared common values, would eventually have to find a model for self-management and organization.

Mid-air, chaotic energy surged across the horizon, as countless wind blades manifested from nothingness, tearing through the air and exploding outward.

Ran Fei and his group fled westward. By the morning of the second day, as dew dripped onto his forehead, the five of them spotted a town with at least four or five hundred households.

"Wang Hangzhou? Hangzhou is a beautiful place, especially the West Lake there," Tang Xin murmured, standing beside Feng Tianxue.

The young Taoist who had returned ignored the other’s question, instead walking straight up to Tang Xin, bowing with hands cupped, and speaking with deep respect.

Meng Bao’er couldn't bring herself to dislike him, and a vague, lingering sense of familiarity haunted her heart.

"The Vast Immortal Continent Mountains? It’s not too far from here." Dicks, who was operating the star-patterned device, frowned at these words. He mentally recalled the general direction and immediately identified the location. In his memory, that place seemed to be a lush, verdant area.

"It’s been so many years; Yue Su has become even more beautiful," Yu Ronghua said, holding Yu Yue Su’s hand with admiration.

After saying this, the Great Plague Sovereign suddenly turned her head and tilted her face up. She knew she shouldn't have said such things to Li Xiran, and she had ordered the Great Blood Amber Sovereign to slap her, but at this moment, Li Xiran’s eight arms retracted simultaneously. The cold, invincible Eight-Armed Rakshasa was now huddled in mid-air, clutching her face and weeping like a child.

With the date of the great battle set, the people on the mountain felt uneasy, unable to predict the outcome of tomorrow's conflict, yet life on the mountain continued as usual.

Xue Nuo let out a cry, and Li Xiran flew up to embrace her, patting her shoulder. Soon, Xue Nuo stopped sobbing, broke into a smile, and began nibbling on an ice cream cone, her cute, pale yellow cake-heeled shoes tracing rhythmic arcs in the air.

"What do you need?" Li Yu seemed to have believed the other’s words, his voice softening with warmth.

Qin Lingxi saw through Rama’s intentions at a glance; after all, she knew the weaknesses of a puppet master’s true form, and she had her own secret techniques for defense.

Liu Cui already harbored a heart full of grievances; she didn't need to build up her emotions, as the tears fell naturally.

Especially someone like Tang Sanzang—to just eat him up would be a complete waste of a heavenly treasure. He should be kept in the bedroom, practiced with day and night to aid one's own cultivation; that would be the proper thing to do.

She was not the only one; beside her, the Pipa Spirit—a beautiful scorpion transformed into human form—was also captivated.

Lu Lingfeng’s voice sounded urgent, accompanied by the sharp crack of a gunshot.

Jiang Yu unhurriedly took a peppermint candy from his pocket, opened the box, poured one into his palm, and, under her gaze, tossed it into his mouth.

The Level 6 zombie moved slowly, and Yun Ruoling didn't hesitate to ignite her first soul ring, sending a flash of pink light flying onto the zombie.

At this thought, she subconsciously stepped away from Chen Bei, shielding her vital areas with both hands once more.

At their level of cultivation, it was no longer a matter of combat techniques or whose strength was slightly superior.

She was Ye Jiuyou, the peerless figure of the galaxy. Never content to be beneath others, she had become the top bounty hunter in the star system and the leader of the Hidden Gate, a group the entire galaxy sought to eradicate.

Ning Yuanzhou and the others walked forward, and Ren Ruyi looked at Ling Zhouyang with a complex expression in her eyes.

Chen Bei had read many such stories of "losers" rising to glory—tales of Zhang Wuji falling off a cliff to find the Nine Yang Divine Skill, or a hunter’s son finding cultivation legacies in the mountains and ascending to the heavens.

This "soap" sounded like nothing more than a way to clean off grime; how could it possibly have the power to stop the spread of a plague?

It was mainly because cotton was fluffy; though light, it took up a lot of space. Even with the middle layer completely filled, it only weighed a thousand pounds or so.