Chapter 123: There Really Is Something the Matter

The remaining two male cultivators were the green-robed elder, the peerless master Qingmu, and the white-robed middle-aged cultivator, the master Yunshan.

The agony contained within the cry was something even Yu Ze, who was not of the same species, could clearly discern.

"This first round is merely to weed out those with poor cultivation. If you look closely at the elders, none of them are watching the first round. It is only by the third or fourth rounds that profound martial arts techniques and brilliant duels begin to appear!" someone explained, seemingly having noticed Ye Feng's disappointment.

Although there were maternity matrons in the household, Old Mrs. Chi still insisted that Chengcheng and Tiantian spend more time with the children, fearing that if the babies became overly dependent on the matrons, they would not feel close to their parents in the future.

The two fire serpents coiled around the ears of the Nine-Orifice Fire Spirit roared, transforming into two ten-thousand-foot fire dragons to block the Diamond Ring and the Quasi-Emperor Sword.

Then, a flurry of celebratory ribbons began to float before the eyes of all the players, and stirring anthems resounded in their ears.

It was rare to see a servant as arrogant as Zhongfu; after all, any master with even a modicum of intelligence would never allow their servant to behave with such insolence.

The first impact was blocked by the barrier, but Ning Xiu was not discouraged; he struck the barrier again and again, popping high-grade Jade Pure Pills into his mouth one after another.

It was only when they saw two figures amidst the ruins and felt that incomparable aura radiating from them that they finally understood everything.

Instantly silenced, the reporters were left speechless. Shen Huaiqin turned sideways, stepped out of the encirclement, and walked toward the lobby.

Du Jiang watched Qi Hao feign indifference while feeling the sorrow emanating from Gu Jinli, and he could only shake his head.

Nie Nanshen bypassed the two people on the sofa and walked straight to Guan Yanyan. Only after checking her over from head to toe and confirming she was unharmed did his tense expression soften slightly.

The Tianhao Sect was indeed powerful; if they were determined to annihilate a force, no entity beneath the three great sects could withstand them.

In the blink of an eye, Chu Huan’s palm, carrying ferocious power, slashed toward Xiao Fan. At that moment, Xiao Fan erupted with his most potent energy, and a brilliant wall of golden light appeared before him.

Even when passing by Ron, most were on missions and in such a hurry that they rarely noticed the chubby orange cat leisurely strolling on the roadside lawn.

Xiao Fan raised his golden palm and dealt an unreasonable, heavy slap. Everyone heard a crisp, snapping sound; the retreating man’s arm had been broken in two, with blood spurting from the wound.

As for Ron’s request, Old Bai readily agreed—even though Ron had requested help at night, Old Bai was still willing to try. The one who flew over was, naturally, the bald eagle, Old Bai.

Pheasants, wild boars, rabbits, eagles, deer... However, the only one likely to take the top prize was Qi Hao’s red fox.

Following negotiations between the two sides, Du Dalian voluntarily withdrew the lawsuit, and Zhumei New Materials agreed to provide 500 kilograms of paint free of charge as compensation.

At first, Eunuch Jia had been so preoccupied with worry that he forgot about Gu Jinli, who resided in the Prince Ning Estate and possessed self-taught, brilliant medical skills.

Feng Shu was not surprised that Jun Ting had told him about her situation. Even if he hadn't been detailed, he surely would have had Cheng Lie report her specifics the moment he returned to the Faraway Group.

Duanmu Shen was dumbfounded. Was this really his disciple who had only mediocre talent? Something felt wrong; even with the greatest talent, it was impossible to advance from a Martial Warrior to a Ninth-Grade Sword Immortal in three years—not even with cheating could one pull that off.

For a soldier, having just crawled out from the front seat of a car, still in a kneeling position, and then having the back of his hand stepped on by Zhan Lian—this posture was truly a naked humiliation.

Song Wanyi looked at Zhan Tiannie sitting before her, already knowing why she had been kidnapped.

The Time Team was preparing perks for their fans; in addition to taking official team photos, they had also decided on several other formats.

Before Qiao Chu could react, her locked bedroom door was opened from the outside within a few short seconds.

Xiao Yu’s words caused Hua Yan’s expression to change. What did he mean by that? Could it be that he had other, more powerful martial artists under his command? Or perhaps a Fate Master?

Shi Ji stood by, fawning with a smile. Although he was old—perhaps even the oldest among them—he played the role of a background board dutifully, listening without speaking.

However, she was a step too late, so she decided to say something casual to smooth over the situation. After exchanging a few pleasantries about daily life, they each turned and headed home.

Most of the classes at the military academy were grueling. These two days were their final revelry before facing death, and the students knew it. Thus, those who could go home did, others went out to play, and some stayed at the school sleeping soundly; Luo Yan was one of the latter.

Therefore, this was Empress Ma’s most sorrowful and painful moment, and she could not help but burst into tears.

To reach Wanglong Peak, one first had to pass through the Longyuan Hall. As the main hall of the Zhenlong Sect, it appeared even more magnificent and imposing when viewed up close.

Barda thought to himself: On the surface, the three tribes—the Tatars, the Oirats, and the others—had agreed to attack the Great Ming together, but in reality, they each had their own agendas. If I can obtain the Glazed Wolf King, the Tatars will be able to unify the three tribes.

It was precisely because her skin was so fair that, under the light, it became visible.

Therefore, up until now, the three major forces and the Wangxing Pavilion had remained safe and sound, without any major conflicts.

Seeing Liu Hui so flustered, Lin Xiaoran’s eyes were filled with confusion. She could not figure out why Liu Hui would be so polite to Su Fan.

Ling Fangyuan had no impression of Yuan Shu, but Yuan Shu’s strength was among the top in the same batch of trainees at the camp. She wondered what kind of background Yuan Shu had, to have already reached S-rank upon arriving at the training camp.

Zhu Tong lifted the curtain and stepped out. A majestic palace stood before him, and the plaque hanging above the entrance bore the words "Fengtian Hall." Gazing at such an imposing sight, a surge of passion washed over him.