32. Crossing into the Middle Ages 032

Wang Yuan shook his head. He was not someone who followed the esports scene closely and only knew of the professional players through hearsay. If Mario had mentioned a few veteran experts, Wang Yuan might have known them, but he truly had no idea who "Lake Light Mountain Color" was.

Driven by desire, Jiang Cheng’s body surged rapidly toward the upper reaches of the Thunder Pool. It had taken him nearly a day to travel from the surface to the depths of the pool, but it took him only a few hours to return to the surface this time.

The group did not stop along the way, flying directly through the air. In about half an hour, they arrived at the mountain gate of the Extreme Dao Sect.

After gorging himself on food and drink, Liu Feng was finally able to stand up with some difficulty. Er Liang watched him and could not help but gulp; his boss’s physique was truly formidable.

However, if that were the case, wouldn’t Beilan Lingxuan be trapped in the Imperial City for the rest of his life unless those Saint-level factions were dealt with?

At the top of the list were the Dream Academy with nine qualifiers and the Destiny Academy, which also secured nine spots.

As for the Inner Court, the students were at least at the level of a Weapon Spirit Master. If Bai Ze remembered correctly, Bai Mengyao’s strength was that of a Seven-Star Weapon Spirit Master, ranking seventh on the Inner Court leaderboard.

As she spoke, Ye Mengmeng leaned against Jiang Cheng, her emotions fluctuating, and her two long, ribbon-like tails began to wrap around his body.

Her personality was relatively cold; she only interacted naturally with Su Dongli. She rarely spoke to anyone else unless they asked her a question first.

It was different with Lie Qing. Lie Qing was only well-behaved in front of Bai Ze; once he left Bai Ze’s side, he reverted to his usual "I am the greatest in heaven and earth" attitude.

Previously, Brother Teng had secretly instructed him to only injure and not kill, but once Changkong Xingyu understood the full story, he had long since cast those words aside. Hearing the Third Peak Master speak like that, killing intent surged into his heart.

Damage values constantly erupted from the Mad Bull. The beast wailed incessantly, attempting to attack Kuang Shao, but it was restrained by the brawny Long Zhan, who held its horns firmly, limiting its movements.

In an instant, everyone realized he intended to meet the lightning tribulation head-on.

Hearing these blunt words, the undead mage known as "Dead Man" felt no resentment. He finally collected his thoughts, glanced at the guide, and then looked at Wang Yi. A glimmer of friendliness finally appeared in his eyes; one always feels a greater affinity for their own kind.

This feeling lasted for only an instant before vanishing, but the underlying rhythm had already provided Changkong Xingyu with immense benefits.

Back when they obtained this lotus platform, Su Yang had taken the main body, and Lu Qing had taken the petals. It was unclear if it could still fly, but at this point, they had to give it a try.

Several troop leaders took their orders and left. Liu Ye and Huang Xin watched the mountain path quietly from the gate tower. The night passed, and the entire stronghold remained as peaceful as usual; apart from those who had disturbed the gate at the start, no other troops came to attack.

Sensing Lin Tianheng’s increasingly dense attacks, Xie Feng met them without a shred of fear. He was completely at ease now, having discovered that using a top-tier magical artifact for defense was more than enough to withstand the opponent’s mid-level spell attacks.

"If it weren't for that idiot Long Batian today, I wouldn't have been left behind by you all. But what I didn't expect was that this Zhao Ritian could actually discover my plan and even ruin it!" Long Zhantian pointed at Zhu Qi and said.

However, it was precisely this dirty transaction that allowed Liu Yuxuan to obtain a recording that should never have belonged to him. And it was this very recording that led to his downfall, nearly causing him to die with lingering regrets.

"Your subordinate will certainly listen well to Your Highness." This time, the chubby magistrate straightened his back and spoke with a full breath.

Just then, the crystal in the center of the computer screen shattered. As the word "Victory" popped up, Qiu Mu turned his head and saw his roommates crowding behind him.

The mysterious person’s true appearance remained indistinguishable. The only certainty was that he was indeed a eunuch, and one from the Qianlong era at that.

If he wasn't beaten to death by these two hulking men, then even if he managed to escape, he would have to pay a heavy price.

Mo Ji scoffed at this. When he was doing programs for the television station, he had ridiculed Trapani for lacking heritage.

The zither music was gentle and melodious. In this picturesque Mandarin Duck Valley, a beautiful woman sat smiling. Her beauty was peerless, and her music was soothing to the soul.

However, all these items were stained with at least one streak of blood, and both subwoofers were clearly punctured, which felt somewhat incongruous.

With the crisp sound of three glass cups clinking together, they drained their drinks, leaving behind only a deep, lingering reluctance as they smiled at one another.

Due to Wang Jin’s recent breakthrough, his detection range had reached ten kilometers, with his full-coverage detection reaching about two kilometers around him.

Song Yujia’s attitude further solidified Chu Tianxiong’s resolve: unless absolutely necessary, he must not let her get involved. Doing so would not only bring her negative consequences but would also add a greater burden to himself.

"Hoo, hoo, hoo!" The middle-aged man addressed as "Your Highness," despite having a strong aura and appearing to be an expert, was clearly accustomed to a life of luxury. Running for his life for a day and a night was an experience he had never endured before, and he was in utter agony.