Volume 1, Chapter 55: What on earth is going on, did I just get robbed?

Although he had gathered quite a few, there were still more mosquitoes left. The Mosquito Taoist was also using these clones to probe and see which powerful figures were temporarily best left unprovoked; once his strength increased further, he would naturally settle accounts with them.

Ling Xiao had expected to face an attack, but to his surprise, things took a bizarre turn.

Right now, this Master Taixu looked entirely like a fanboy, making Zhang Taibai and the other two feel an increasing sense of incongruity.

"Never mind, I'll go to the lion's place first. I might need his help later, and I'll come over to your side when I have time," Tutankhamun said.

"To avoid being hunted across thousands of miles by the captain, it's better if I don't tell you my name," the young man said, leaving Ruyi completely baffled.

"Alright, alright, then we won't talk about it." Howard shook his head with a helpless expression. Instead of pretending to fetch the wheelchair, he strode directly into the cafeteria, closely followed by Bai Qi, who turned back to cast a sneering glance at Chen Tianyi after entering.

Xyz kept slashing continuously at Black King's abdomen with his claw-like structures on both hands, yet he failed to inflict even the slightest scratch on the opponent.

Li Yiming and Lei Datong also immediately got up and rushed toward the Shanghai Gymnasium. Meanwhile, all the team coaches in Shanghai seemed to have caught a different scent at this very instant, flocking over one after another.

Instantly, an incredible, dreamlike radiance—resembling flowers mirrored in water or the moon reflected in a lake—bound the colossal divine dragon that blotted out the sky and acted with supreme arrogance.

A sword in hand, the entire world is mine—this described Xia Yu right now. Without even raising his head, he swung his sword and pointed it toward the heavens.

"Fine, fine, fine, I won't say any more." Her boyfriend smiled helplessly. If this resulted in buying himself a rival in love, that would be the end of it.

Qing Xu watched as the various seeded contestants from different sects took the stage. Since no one offered an explanation, he had no choice but to take the initiative and ask Sect Master Yan Xin of the Blazing Heaven Sect.

"Just pure luck," Zheng Nu said, his eyes closed and his face as calm as an ancient well, as if he cared about nothing at all.

He dodged to the left, and his opponent knelt toward the left; he dodged to the right, and his opponent knelt toward the right. No matter how he tried, he couldn't shake them off.

The heavy doors of the vampire castle were pushed open once more, and Zhang Ying and Zhang Mingyi were dragged in by two burly men dressed in black.

His telekinesis had reached the D-rank, while his spiritual power was still at the E-rank level. However, telekinesis and spiritual power complemented each other, and he believed he would soon reach mastery of the mutated state.

The might of Chiyou had surpassed the sacrificial tribe's understanding of the Void-Stepping Realm. His physical body was indestructible; though he knew no immortal arts possessed boundless strength. As the saying goes, supreme strength breaks all laws. The Jiuli tribe led by Chiyou were all fierce and skilled in battle, forming an undeniably invincible army.

Seeing this, Sun Yuhuan nodded and then led Yang Fan and the others toward the residence of the Gate Master on the fourth layer of the Hell Gate.

As the two walked along, a voice echoed from the deep cave before them. The voice was hoarse and deep, articulate, and carried a heavy northern accent. The moment the voice arose, Hao Ren felt the surrounding temperature plummet drastically.

After all, compared to smoke-filled battlefields, close combat where every blade drew blood and every punch hit flesh seemed better suited to the Eastern temperament.

Before he could even catch his breath, with the brilliance of the fierce fire still lingering in his eyes, his spiritual sense perceived nine exceptionally agile flying shuttles circling and piercing toward him.

The God Lord did not speak, but merely waved his hand casually, causing two more rays of white light to land before the two of them.

Fatty Li was merely a scrap metal collector, and he acquired discarded mobile phones strictly at scrap prices.

Out in the outside world, Wu Tian and the others had turned the entire Immortal Cultivators Alliance upside down and finally found a storage room.

The Inter-collegiate Martial Arts Tournament was initiated by the second-generation descendants of the four major families, modeled after the provincial inter-collegiate martial arts tournament. It selected talents from various regions to compete in the provincial capital, and the elites chosen from among them would be sent to the major martial arts academies.

Lin Kai and Chen Hu were such standout figures of the Inter-collegiate Martial Arts Tournament, directly selected and sent to Nantian Martial Arts Academy. The mastermind behind this event was Ding Qiuhan.

On the battlefield, as long as one could defeat the enemy, no one would bother to guess or harbor suspicions about Yuxi's true identity.

Ye Bai's face turned grim and ugly to the extreme. He stepped forward, picked up Zhou Yiruo in his arms, and sprinted toward the main entrance.

Five days later, the news that the capital had been captured by the revolutionary army spread, acting like a bolt from the blue for the Qing troops in places like Shandong, Henan, and Shanxi.

Zheng Yi struck first, his slender arm shooting straight out. As his palm approached Gufan, it abruptly clenched into a fist carrying rolling momentum. If that were to smash into a chest, the consequences would be unimaginable.

He was the Inspector Emperor, and what was formidable about him was not his defense. Besides, facing a direct disciple of the Varna Emperor, did he even need to bother with defense?

His martial soul was the Heavenly Grade Tier Ten Benevolent Water, capable of transforming into various forms to launch attacks against enemies with terrifying methods.

Nowadays, apart from a tiny fraction of monks and Taoist priests who managed to live quite well, ninety percent of them lived in dire poverty. Of course, this referred to those with genuine abilities, not the frauds who rose to prominence through deceptions and publicity.

Tall trees as crystal-clear and translucent as jade, plants entirely indistinguishable from human forms, giant bears with skull heads, mutant pythons with human heads and snake bodies, crocodiles capable of human speech... "This is simply a fantasy world," Qiao Xi exclaimed in admiration.

"It's been a few years, and Junior Brother Xiang Luoyang has surpassed his past self. He's truly grown up!" Gao Mu looked at Xiang Luoyang with gratification. He hadn't expected that after a few years apart, Xiang Luoyang had already become an outer sect deacon of the Cleansing Thunder Sect, and the unusual fluctuations in his aura suggested that breaking through to the Golden Core Realm was just around the corner.

Some well-informed cultivators recognized the True God Yuanzhuo. True God Yuanzhuo had previously been a River Realm Lord. Even among the three major divine kingdoms, there were only so many River Realm Lords, and some attentive individuals made it a point to remember them all.

According to the accounts of the An family members, this Lord of the Crimson Abyss had once been fortunate enough to witness a true eternal life form and received guidance from that eternal entity.

"Oh?" Senior Brother Huang paused, naturally shifting his attention to Luo Chuan standing beside them.

That was because people had failed to notice that the commanding general in charge of leading the Blood Prison Valley this time had changed hands at some unknown moment.