Chapter 54

"Sorry, I truly am a person of this land, or in your words, an indigenous native!" Ye Fan said.

Chongzhen did not know how many tears Empress Zhou shed when sending off Zhu Cijiong, nor how many comforting words she spoke about his imperial father having a cold exterior yet a warm heart and acting sternly on purpose. Right now, he was completely consumed by the military campaign and the inspection of the empire's entire defense system.

Similarly, Lan Zaitian, the head of the Lan family, who had previously been full of disappointment and even contempt toward Lin Dong, was now utterly and completely dumbfounded.

Before the last class of the morning session, Wang Chenzheng had skipped class along with Wu Chi. Wang Chenzheng had not kept this from Wu Chi; as another of his trusted confidants, Wu Chi had participated in quite a few misdeeds alongside him, so there was no way he would betray him.

At the mere thought of this, Lan Zhenghao felt immensely and utterly triumphant, wishing he could immediately witness Lin Dong's miserable end, pathetic as a stray dog.

Hawk fixed his gaze on the doorway and saw a tall, handsome-looking middle-aged man striding into the hall ahead of Oris. This man exuded an aura that was both scholarly and majestic, yet his face was wreathed in smiles, revealing a touch of geniality.

Although Camel had not tested his current self, he believed that after being modified by that divine doctor from the First Academy, his right hand must belong to that kind of category.

Accompanied by the sound of his voice, the sword images in Guan Pinglang's hand continuously surged, and sword qi raged without end. Boundless power poured into the blade, emitting an extremely terrifying and horrific hum.

Qin Shou once suspected whether it was because he hadn't washed his hands after using the restroom that his luck was so damn terrible. He had already rushed to the front door; as long as he stepped outside, there would be a speedboat waiting for rescue in the nearby River Thames. However, who could have foreseen that MI6 agents would be waiting for him right at the entrance at a time like this?

"Guanda's self-adaptation and self-direction—although there are some minor discrepancies in the content, they aren't very significant. Lu Shuangshuang and Cheng Ying appear first in the text, and in the TV series, they also happen to appear first. Therefore, Guanda's script is truly a conscientious production," remarked Thirty-Eighth Young Master of the Xu Family.

Of course, his power might not change anything. But at least, he had done what he ought to do.

Yet at that very moment, a fierce glint flashed across Keyan's eyes. In the next second, Keyan grabbed the whip and actually yanked the ghost general directly toward her.

My mind was completely made up at this point. Having pursued for hundreds of miles, I would feel utterly unreconciled if I didn't keep going. Even if I knew there might genuinely be a problem.

The cat and dog suddenly raised their heads upon hearing this, staring at Wang Qian and sizing her up for a moment. Afterward, their eyes actually flickered. After a long while, they each extended their tongues and licked Wang Qian's hand.

Meanwhile, in the city of Demacia, as army after army assembled, a battle was poised on the verge of eruption.

Rakan greeted them warmly, the gorgeous feathers on his single remaining wing shining brightly, looking as though they had been polished with oil.

"Boss..." The eyes of the crew members turned red, and the image of Cardino in their hearts instantly became immensely lofty and stalwart.

Although this Long Ye was indeed formidable before him, if he wanted to throw his weight around in front of Zhao Yunfei, he fell far short of being qualified. Across the entire Profound Iron Sect, and even Profound Iron City, those of the same generation who could rival him could be counted on one's fingers.

However, isn't that just how the entertainment industry is? There is no concept of seniority by arrival; supremacy belongs solely to the most adept.

After another moment, a black jeep sped over. With a screeching brake, the vehicle came to a halt right in place, and a young man with a flat top and a leather jacket jumped out.

It was deduced that the Blood Magic Archpriest would arrive at the Jitai scene in twenty-four hours. Having devoured the Bone Staff, the Blood Demon Archpriest would surely win the third match.

Ever since entering the district and following Lei Zhen, although Ling Tian had not achieved great wealth or nobility, at least his diet had been greatly guaranteed. With eggs, beef, and fresh milk every day, his physical fitness had also greatly improved.

An insect-man appeared upon the Hill of Heart, gnawing at the shattered fragments of the heart, and then spat out a set of garments.

However, the final scene was a tragic one. The demon master Kunpeng of the demon race possessed only a single magical treasure, the Palace of the Demon Master. Although his cultivation was no less than that of Di Jun and Tai Yi, his magical treasure was far too inferior, yet he had to face opponents like Houtu, Tianwu, Rusuo, and Gonggong.

Common sense is a changing, contradictory concept. The most difficult part to deal with is the primitive aspect, which is close to seeds. First is how to incorporate formless seeds into the formlessness. Giving shape to the seeds is the work of the second stage.

As Jiang Xiao released the power of the primordial laws, the stone platform began to crack continuously. As it collapsed, a ring unexpectedly appeared at its center, slowly spinning and automatically slipping onto Jiang Xiao's wrist.

This also neatly explained why those wealthy aristocratic families were mostly single-element transcendent superiors—classic examples of high scores with low practical ability. Without extraordinary talent and capability, it was impossible to rely solely on oneself to break through other magic attributes to the realm of transcendent mages within a short time.

"Just like that, I..." Before Zheng Chenheng could finish his words, the old master stepped forward and delivered a slap across his face, continuing to strike him repeatedly for several slaps before stopping.

"...Even immortal powerhouses cannot withstand it, you had better not push yourself!" Dong Zhanyun endured the recurring waves of weakness within his body, and his body's gray earth-like transformation began to slow down.

However, followed by physical exhaustion, Cacanaduo had no temporary solution. At that moment, Dong Zhanyun happened to run over to help him, and Cacanaduo instantly felt much relieved. Right then, the blue-eyed white snake seized the opportunity and lunged forward with a bite.

Though this poison was potent, it was not entirely without a remedy, though dealing with it was somewhat numbing.

The Thousand-Industry Prison Orb, once decayed, would ignite blazing flames of poison to scorch all living things, releasing fierce radiances that pierced the firmament. This was indeed terrifying. Yet if it were distorted, it could trigger apocalyptic scenes from which even heaven and earth could not escape.

Cui Feng frowned, and Yan Chi smoothly began to chant the Tight-Hoop Incantation. The stone monkey's head trembled with agonizing pain throughout his body, and the stone staff dropped to the ground with a loud thud.

Just at that moment, a brilliant sheet of fire pierced through the bottom compartment of the burning space carrier with the momentum of splitting bamboo, cleaving the entire space carrier right down the middle.

The man smiled with satisfaction, put away his bow and arrow, and rode away with his thousands of followers.

Meanwhile, atop the teaching building, the Wind Snake violently spat out a mouthful of blood, its complexion turning extremely pale and devoid of color. It turned out that the Wind Snake and the Wind-Soul Black Mamba were originally one entity; when the Wind-Soul Black Mamba suffered an injury, the Wind Snake itself would sustain the exact same trauma.