Chapter 60: [Calamity Crucible] A Frank and Open Team

"Go to hell, you wretched creature!" Sylvester Stallone roared again, brandishing his massive fist toward Yoon Tian-woo.

At this moment, the key figure was sitting idly atop the city wall, fiddling with a brick, paying no heed to the commotion below. However, Yuan Shu's sudden, explosive shout galvanized the five hundred black-clad guards stationed at the South Gate, who immediately drew their bows and notched their arrows, taking aim at Yuan Shu and his cohort of cavalrymen.

Steamed Bun lay sprawled nearby, sunbathing while watching Li Mu bustle about. Its tail wagged listlessly every now and then, betraying its rather dejected mood.

"I imagine I won't even need to make a move before Dongfang Yue loses his patience." Zhao Shuo lifted his gaze, his beautiful peach-blossom eyes shimmering with a chilling, ghostly light, akin to scattered stars, yet capable of freezing one's marrow.

Yet the burden upon his own shoulders was so agonizingly heavy that even simple companionship had become an extravagant luxury.

"My Lord, you are truly wronging your subordinate this time. I really haven't caused any trouble!" Qingyang wore an aggrieved expression, turning to look at the enchanting man separated from him only by the carriage curtain.

Aunt Shi stood on ceremony no longer, and the two immediately plunged into another round of 'night bickering,' leaving the next-door neighbors to suffer the consequences.

One struggled desperately to break free. The other grasped tightly with all their might. The two remained locked in this stalemate, each pulling with all their strength in opposite directions.

Over these past few days, Xiaotong had rarely crossed paths with Liu Han. Meeting him now inside the carriage offered ample solace to her long-thirsting heart.

He shook his head, banishing these vexing thoughts. Right now, Qixia was surely setting out bowls and chopsticks by the window, waiting for him to dine.

"Yes, please place your hand right here," the young teacher said politely, looking at the two figures who resembled beggars before him.

"Look at how much ambition you have! Whenever you suffer a grievance outside, you only know how to come running back to vent your anger. You're so grown up, yet you still act like a child?" Zhongli Yuhua complained with a slight frown.

For the second round of dealing, Luo Shan was dealt the 3 of diamonds, Zhuang Sixian received the heart King, and Zhuang Mingju was handed the spade Queen. Seeing their second cards, all three men fell silent.

Tang Ning massaged her leg there on the ground, while the rest of the people slowly and gradually recovered enough to crawl back up. No one spoke; everyone was too stunned for words.

"Really? Didn't you say you had no money to buy anything delicious? Where did this food come from all of a sudden?" Ziyphur still didn't understand what was going on, but she couldn't conceal her joyful expression.

Still, this was quite normal. The skill level of the first group of contestants was somewhat lacking, which the audience could understand. When the performance concluded, the spectators still offered him warm applause.

The five nations advancing to the free skate were China, the United States, Russia, Japan, and Canada, while the remaining five countries were eliminated.

This was also a tactical approach, commonly known as lopping off the head and tail—taking out the trailing competitors first, and then surpassing the leaders on the final lap.

Everyone was eagerly anticipating Flame defeating those five monsters. As the terrifying rhythm and beat dropped, countless viewers watching in front of their televisions erupted with excitement.

Among them was a mystical technique capable of devouring the flesh and blood of living beings to strengthen oneself. Biling stared fixedly at the white-robed youth, who looked no different from an ordinary mortal, foul saliva uncontrollably pooling at the corners of her mouth.

"I hear that the defensive fortifications in the three northern provinces are basically complete. If things truly come to a dead end, we will have only choice left: to temporarily retreat," proposed Kong Ye.

Chen Tianlong warned that the car was unsafe and someone might hurl a grenade at it, earning himself sarcastic mockery from Mr. Liao. In the end, the vehicle was indeed blown to pieces by a grenade.

Everyone wore an expression that was both astonished and unsurprised. Having obtained the information they desired, the camera flashes outside grew even more blinding. Yao Jiajia's eyes were red, brimming with anger and sorrow.

MacQueen nodded. Although they weren't particularly close, since the other person had greeted him with a smile, he had to offer a polite response of some sort.

That mischievous monkey was actually so terrifying and formidable that it completely shattered their worldview, defying description.

Insiders couldn't help sinking into deep contemplation. Wasn't it supposed to be Waterloo? Why did the iron-clad rule of crossover difficulty—which had held true for ages—suddenly fail when it came to Chen Yi?

Yet to his profound shock and fury, Ji Yueshian's gaze toward him was already fraught with murderous intent, dealing a grievous blow to the Ghost Spectre's pride.

At that very instant, however, Jiang枫's figure materialized abruptly. He lunged out from an oblique angle like an assassin from a netherworld syndicate, seizing the precise moment to deliver a fatal blow.

The Rakshasa warrior, whose skull had been pierced right through, was still struggling desperately—a truly horrific sight. After its head was penetrated, not a single drop of blood emerged, nor did its gloomy gaze scatter. Propelled solely by the ferocious force of the impact, the Rakshasa warrior hurtled directly toward the phantom.

An Yujie stared at Liu Bi-lian's moving lips, seemingly unable to process the words she was speaking. Painfully clutching his head with both hands, he shook it incessantly, refusing to accept this cruel reality.

Thinking about it this way, and putting oneself in her shoes, Mu Jiuyue enlisting in the military at age ten and fighting in battles at twelve suddenly didn't seem so remarkable after all.

When that gunshot rang out, Zhao Xiaorans heart constricted tightly. Although she somewhat loathed this man Ling Xiao and even wanted to see him beaten to a pulp, she had never wished to see him killed by a gunshot.

Although his senior brother had not spoken explicitly, Linghu Bai could sense that the formidable senior expert capable of lifting the seals on his body was hardly a gentle-natured soul.

The sharp sword qi carried a piercing whistle through the air, reaching Ling Xiao in the blink of an eye. Every vital point on Ling Xiao's body was targeted by the blade's edge, moving with such lightning-fast speed that it seemed utterly inescapable.

The people who had been washing clothes by the river had already returned. Glancing at the fish leaping from the water from time to time, Hua Zhi bent down, scooped up a palmful of water, and brought it close to her nose to sniff. Sure enough, there was no odor whatsoever; that substance was indeed absent here.

Following Lian Xinxran into Diguang, Shen Wei was immediately greeted by a manager who respectfully and warmly welcomed Lian Xinxran—clearly demonstrating that Lian Xinxran was a regular here.

With numerous additional difficulty modifiers factored in, it was virtually impossible for Duan Yan to rescue her junior brother alive from the demonic cultivator known as Bixian.

That single sentence left Chen Hua completely speechless. Indeed, when it came to talented individuals, merely offering retention without substantive rewards was unfair. Chen Hua could not be so selfish as to ruin Long Bing's brilliant future simply to keep him by his side.