56 After the Exam

The King of Ten Thousand Bones, who had been meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly snapped them open. Indeed, at this moment, he could not believe his ears.

Ye Shaochen gazed at the towering and majestic Sacred City of Tianwu, his heart filled with awe. He knew that this place would be his brand-new battlefield.

He had naturally heard the legends of the Human Emperor, but those did not belong to this realm. Simply put, the conditions here were not yet sufficient—unless this continent was also growing.

With a casual flick of his hand, Qi Ming hurled Wang Bian dozens of feet away and once again strode toward the inner courtyard.

Li Zixiao let out a loud cry and shrank back into the sofa. It turned out that the moment he opened his eyes, he happened to lock gazes with a pair of clear and immensely gentle eyes. Although wearing glasses, the person seemed to smile in greeting as soon as Li Zixiao opened his eyes, the eyelids narrowing slightly into a beautiful, graceful curve.

The weather in Hansong was very cold, and it housed the largest ski resort in the country. Since one could not consider the trip complete without going skiing, they had sensibly dressed in very thick clothes today.

Disregarding Tianyan, Ye Shaochen pressed forward with resolute determination. What occupied his mind even more were the countless innocent citizens of Luohai City who were being ruthlessly slaughtered behind him.

The barefoot gang, whose luck had hit rock bottom, drove about blindly in a flurry of exhaust fumes—a desperate flight without choosing a path. By the time the barefoot ones realized what was happening, it was already too late.

Qin Xiqian did not care about the strange glances cast her way. She had completely lost the will to live, and even the tiny glimmer of hope she had managed to ignite was extinguished by that afternoon class.

The voice fell silent for a moment. Although it had witnessed Peng Yikun walk out from here, it had never actually experienced the condensation of the Flying Heaven Blood Pearl. If the Flying Heaven Blood Pearl successfully condensed, the Gate of Light would reset, and it would truly have to prevent that from happening.

To perfectly master even one of these two major traits already makes a remarkably accomplished chef, but to wield both simultaneously places exceptionally high demands on the cook.

Hearing this, Liu Jingyu turned back to look. Sure enough, Dumu Xuesha was right behind him, a smile playing at the corners of her lips as she surveyed her surroundings.

With a nimble turn, Xu Feng evaded the crowd and looked toward the bridge. Suddenly, a strip of white silk flew out from the bridgehead, and following its trail, a barefoot maiden in white fluttered down gracefully to land upon a stone pillar of the bridge.

Dugu Han's eyes shone brightly as he watched the masked man in black execute his moves with crisp efficiency, rescuing people with the fluidity of flowing clouds and running water, backed by profound internal energy—every aspect drove him into a frenzy.

Gu Er sat on pins and needles, her entire body stiff and frozen, not daring to move an inch, let alone meet her mother's gaze. Across from her were the eyes of Madam Gao as well, leaving her with nowhere to hide from any direction.

The young lady was a princess of the imperial family, yet this matter had been orchestrated by the imperial family itself. How could anyone believe such a thing? No matter how one looked at it, it felt rather awkward, yet no one could figure out the exact reason why the imperial family would want to take Lady Dong away.

And if Wanwan truly possessed the kind of venomous gu insects she claimed, she could maximize her gains and perfectly control Wang Shichong, which would be equivalent to indirectly controlling his entire sphere of influence.

Indeed, Fang Zhongyong had not yet reached adulthood, and his complexion was quite fair. Aside from a pair of clear, unfathomable eyes, he appeared in every other aspect to be a refined and scholarly young gentleman.

Moreover, anyone who dared to emerge and launch active robberies under such circumstances must certainly have something they were relying on. Could the Pockmarked One never have heard the term "bulletproof vest"? Wang Haoyu thought to himself.

Yet judging by his attire and styling, he looked nothing like a man worth tens of millions; rather, he resembled an office worker earning a meager three thousand yuan a month.

"No." Manla resolutely rejected her friend's proposal. Having finally been promoted, she refused to let herself be distracted by so-called love.

The expressions of Jian Zichen and Jian Yunhao were chillingly dark. The scenario Jian Yunhao least wanted to see had materialized: the Qing family had brought along a Grandmaster, and a Sword Saint at that, whose prowess ranked among the very top tier of Grandmasters.

From the moment he began taking the initiative against Gu Yan, he was thoroughly transformed into a heavy drinker. Almost every time he saw Gu Yan, he would end up dead drunk afterward; otherwise, he simply did not know how to face such a defeated version of himself.

The bar manager was left speechless by Zhang Yue's words. I crossed my arms over my chest and watched Zhang Yue with keen interest, never expecting this girl to have such a sharp tongue. This counter-attack directly rendered the bar manager completely speechless.

As a practitioner of ancient martial arts, Qiu Zifan understood the utility of having a powerful backer. Although he had stepped into the realm of ancient martial arts, he was merely an early-stage Internal Force practitioner. To hold his head high within the Ancient Martial Arts Alliance, he had taken Niu Yuanqiao as his godfather.

Carol and the other artists drew closer, and upon seeing this scene, a chill ran through their entire bodies. Why were they being brought up again?

After collecting her medicine and picking up her clothes, Gu Yan returned to Mo Yichen's side. Seeing Mo Yichen sitting there so quietly waiting for her, Gu Yan felt a genuine sense of safety bloom in her heart. To her, Mo Yichen's very presence was security enough.

Mu Chen cursed inwardly: Having good taste, my foot! You old bastard are full of tricks. You were the one targeting me first, so don't blame me for pulling the wool over your eyes.

Just now, Lin风 had been shielding Yun Yue as she got out of the car, and afterward numerous security guards came forward to clear the path. Although difficult, they had managed to walk inside smoothly after all.