Chapter 71: My Girl

It was useless to lose one's temper after everyone had already left. With a helpless sigh, she got up, dressed, and continued rummaging around for interesting trinkets. Her hair was long and messy; no matter how many times she cut it, it would rapidly grow back. Unlike Phantom's straight and sleek locks, hers grew in natural, loose waves. She had long wanted to find something pretty to tie it back with and wondered if there was anything suitable here.

After all, anyone who could disrupt the once-invincible Sirius Empire's invasion and even burn down their provisions reserves had accomplished nothing short of a miracle. And Long Teng was the architect of that very miracle. Throughout the entire Celestial Fox Empire, the name Long Teng was regarded with absolute adoration.

"If you have never stepped inside, how can you know whether it is a prison or your true home?" Qin Yu turned around, gazing at Qi Ruo's bewildered expression.

The preliminary rounds had ended, granting a two-day break. I made a quick trip home, spent some intimate time with my wife, and rushed back to the tournament grounds. The moment I stepped into the hotel, I sensed something was amiss. I dashed back to my room only to find Long Fei gone. Had he woken up?

Ghostfire was furious. He had not expected Liu Yi's primary intent to be knocking away his long saber. By the time he reacted, Liu Yi had already closed in with a raised fist, unleashing the Thirteen Star-Breaking Punches instantly. Ghostfire was sent flying back violently, simultaneously drawing back all his spiritual energy to form a protective defensive barrier. Even so, the sheer impact sent him hurtling half a mile away.

Pushing open the door and stepping inside, the Emperor looked around the prime minister's estate, which remained completely unchanged, and let out a disappointed sigh.

Yet, at this moment, Long Teng did not feel a single trace of trembling; instead, he felt a surging impulse to fight. After all, a man who was once a grandmaster of the Nascent Soul stage had been critically wounded by a single strike from a Sirius barbarian, and then slain by another. Moreover, Long Teng did not yet know how vast the gap between himself and the Spirit Meditation stage truly was, though perhaps it was not so far away after all.

He saw the person beside him looking lighthearted with raised brows and a gentle smile—it was actually Mei Feiran! But why were there two—no, three Mei Feirans?

After all, to a rash newcomer like Long Teng, although he considered himself a powerhouse comparable to the Nascent Soul stage, he never expected an encounter with an actual Nascent Soul master to unfold with such effortless ease.

A continuous stream of power poured relentlessly into his limbs and bones. Long Fei's consciousness was completely blurred, leaving him to fight purely on instinct.

Li Xixi smiled helplessly, reached out to pull out spiritual stones and herbs, and began resignedly feeding this divine beast.

"Is there really no other way at all?" Simon was helped out of the car, but right before the engine started, he couldn't help asking one last time.

Yang Yu did not dare to respond. The Prime Ancestor seemed to harbor deep resentment toward the Xuantian Sect, and there had to be profound reasons behind this. But what were they specifically? Why would the Prime Ancestor oppose the Xuantian Sect obeying the orders of the mysterious Divine Temple, and what on earth was the Divine Temple demanding of the Xuantian Sect? Yang Yu had no way of knowing.

"The other way is much more formidable, but it is simply too unlikely!" Lu Huaihuai smiled without answering.

To them, this exchange of blows had never been about securing a kill; their ultimate objective was simply to cripple the Blitzcrank.

Long Bing and Guo Feibo did not rest, as they still needed to go back and drive Long Bing's car back.

Though anxious to know what had happened, Fang Jie chose silence for now, quietly keeping watch by Long Bing's side. Because Long Bing was deep in thought, Fang Jie did not want to interrupt his train of thought.

It had to be said that the Japanese soldier's sword technique was truly admirable. Under the siege of more than a dozen men, he was still able to launch counterattacks while maintaining a tight defense, rendering even Fang Jie's steel needles largely ineffective against him.

True to form, the moment Nocturne flashed, a purple halo appeared. The shield added a significant chunk of health to Nocturne's bar, making it impossible for Sejuani to force a trade even if she wanted to.

This grueling refinement also aligned with the original purpose for which the Myriad Realms Sacrificial Arena had been created—the true essence of the Myriad Realms Project.

As they spoke, the two mages cast high-tier divination spells, wearing expressions that suggested they were ready to enjoy a good show.

Their vision was swallowed by dense darkness. The air was thick with the chill unique to underground ruins, the path beneath their feet was eroded and damp, and as far as the eye could see, there was almost no trace of life.

Yet Liu Xi sensed the majestic momentum of a crouching tiger and a coiling dragon—like a fierce predator sitting quietly, currently dozing off and asleep. But the moment it awakened, it would open its jaws and devour its formidable enemies without restraint.

Aizome Maho's eyes were half-closed, brimming with a subtle smile and a look that left things unsaid, resembling a devoted wife awaiting her husband's return, asking him with her eyes, "Would you like dinner first... or would you like to consume me first?"

"After just a few months apart, the evolutionary level of the mother mechanical vine has already reached this height." Shen Cong turned his head to look at the flowerpot he had brought along. The mechanical vine cutting inside hadn't even grown to a meter in height yet—it was utterly humiliating.

Qilin's movements in wielding the giant sword grew increasingly labored. Several times, the tentacles nearly managed to injure them.

Only by embarking on the path of rebellion could one seize supreme power and avoid being devoured by the tiger, escaping the tragic fate where a monarch demands a subject's death and the subject has no choice but to obey.

Though the chief culprit had been eliminated, the person Liu Xuanying had sworn to save still had to be ended by his own hands. Liu Xuanying, in his starlight form, looked upward with a face devoid of grief or joy, and an atmosphere of bleak desolation naturally permeated the galaxy.

"Well, well, your scheming is not bad. You wanted to wait until my magical power was exhausted before striking me down. Your idea was fine, but your execution is simply too poor!" Liu Xi mocked. Healing Lin Xuelian just moments ago had drained too much of Liu Xi's magical power, leaving him with less than ten percent of his peak combat strength.

Yet now, it seemed this did not count as breaking the rules at all! Even creating one's own world remained confined within the suppression of this heaven and earth. Upon closer reflection, what truly constituted breaking the rules, shattering the heavens, and breaking everything?

The other sects that had previously been dissatisfied with the Nine Heavens Gate remaining at the top could not help but put aside that resentment now, casting it away entirely. As the saying goes, a starved camel is still bigger than a horse—just look at the Nine Heavens Gate. Even if their sect was utterly leveled, as long as their people survived, they would still command the winds and clouds.

The accompanying army of ten thousand was personally led by Senior General Wang Jing, so Fusu was not entirely clear about Wang Jing's ambiguous attitude. However, he basically deduced that Wang Jing not only would not stop him from executing Han Xin, but should actually be quite pleased to see such a thing happen.

The scene was swept by violent gales. The pressure released by the five streams of true essence was actually capable of disrupting the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, whipping up scorching windstorms that rippled outward in all directions.

"I never imagined the young lady's background would be so pitiful." Shunzhi wore an expression of deep sentiment, while I secretly curled my lip. Pitiful? Was she more pitiful than me? She had lost her parents early and was forced to live under someone else's roof. Meanwhile, I knew my parents were alive yet forbidden to see them, with a home I could never return to. Hmph! Who was more pitiful than me?