40 The Grandmaster [Film Content]

"Young Master Tang, do you truly wish to be friends with me that much?" Shangguan Zili suppressed the anger on her face and looked at Tang Shu calmly.

Not far ahead, five or six children were punching and kicking a child who looked to be about seven or eight years old.

The moment Su Zhinian released his hold on Fang Rou's consciousness, he rushed forward and pulled Song Qingchun toward him.

Leonhard instinctively followed his gaze and met a beautiful, worried face. Those black eyes, usually brimming with joy, were now filled with nervousness.

"Master, is it possible for someone else to stand in for me in the Clan Leader Battle?" To everyone's surprise, Gongsun Ming actually said these words.

The Xia Yi army mobilized urgently. Nangong Wang and Xu Yuan joined forces to coordinate all departments, beginning thorough preparations for the army's expedition. As the saying goes, provisions must come before the troops; in the era of cold weapons, the importance of logistical support was unparalleled, directly determining the success or failure of a campaign.

While she had indeed drawn inspiration from Fang Qinghan's suggestions for her earlier performance, her later performance had not followed Mr. SOS's instructions.

Chen Wu's heart skipped a beat, for he now knew where Dian Kang had gone. After pacing outside for a moment, he made up his mind and pushed open the door to the old Dian family residence without an invitation.

"I—" Meng Zhile instinctively wanted to say that he, the Protector, was no "young master." Before he could finish, Shangguan Zili covered his mouth, looking at him with a warning glance.

"You may come to me if you need anything in the future. But for now, I must take the Left Protector to inspect the sect. We will discuss any other matters when we return," Shangguan Zili said with a smile.

Of course, how could I watch my twenty-year dream of losing weight be achieved in a single day, right? Haha, if that happened, wouldn't I have nothing left to play with for the rest of my life?

"You just need to sleep with me tonight." Ning Kewei tugged at Mo Bei's hand, swaying it back and forth.

Daoist Xuan Ying let out a low growl, nearly crushing the teacup in his hand; the splashing tea even soaked his sleeves.

I saw the world before me begin to descend into chaos. Dining tables were overturned, and drinks mixed with food fell from the air. Their expressions were ferocious; they were attempting to shake the very foundations of this world.

***

He knew that he truly had no way to kill Gu Lingshan, because he did not dare to.

"Yes, General obeys," Yin Hongsheng replied with a voice like a booming bell. He could be considered the fiercest warrior under Huang Degong; even after becoming a regional commander, he still loved to charge to the front lines to fight, feeling invigorated whenever he heard of a battle.

To Xie Yun, even the ancestors of the Heaven-Knocking Gate were merely laborers who could not provide any real help.

Hangzhou was about to enter its darkest period—a darkness that referred both to the approaching night and to the city falling into the hands of rebel forces.

Ding Xiu rubbed his eyes, thinking he had seen wrong. A person actually dodging bullets!? This was completely and utterly beyond his comprehension.

Old Liu activated his limit state, holding on by his last breath. He felt his blood, energy, and consciousness fading rapidly, as if something were draining his body.

Calculating it this way, Wang Chen didn't need to struggle with materials himself, which saved him quite a lot of trouble.

Everyone was stunned, secretly cursing the old fox while hastily scrambling to express their stance.

The composer was carefully listening to the layers of music, analyzing the motifs, the shifts in tonality, the orchestration, and the expression of dynamics and sound effects.

"Third brother, what about your side? Any situation?" Potian asked Old Man Hentian again. He didn't know if this trial would be the last, so perhaps the heavens had opened their eyes, leading to a situation quite different from previous years.

Liu Ningya shot a glare at Shangguan Jingyi before rushing to check her fish basket. After all, just a moment ago, she had wanted to chase a few fish toward it.

The EL hoodie tracksuit looked quite comfortable, shedding its usual aggressive air for a touch of approachability.

However, the speed was not the impatient kind seen when a guitarist first picks up a ukulele; instead, it was remarkably steady.

Sure enough, around three in the afternoon, a sharp alarm sounded, and everyone in the room turned their eyes toward the elderly man on the bed.

***

The clear cloud appeared gentle, yet it traveled ten thousand miles in an instant, breaking through the layers of seals laid down by the Buddhists and descending upon Mount Ling.

As soon as Song Qing of the Heavenly Lake Domain entered the seal, he flashed to Mu Ling's side. Among the nine, although Mu Ling appeared the weakest on the surface, the truly weakest was actually Song Qing of the Heavenly Lake Domain.

She had no choice but to endure the pain and offer a strained smile to Chu Zhaoran. "Your Majesty, this concubine wishes to return to the palace to rest." As she spoke, she tugged on Chu Zhaoran's sleeve with an innocent look.

As he spoke, he grabbed several nearby cultivators and threw them backward; simultaneously, his own figure retreated violently by over a hundred paces.

He had been silent all along, then suddenly said "I'm sorry," leaving me unable to react. It took a while before I understood what he meant. I hurriedly said, "It's fine, I'm fine," and tried to give him a smile.

Ten breaths of time passed. The disciples who had originally stood behind the four masters had now all entered the Mysterious Underworld. The energy sphere below slowly dissipated, and that eerie skull face appeared once more, roaring at the four above before flying into the ground with reluctance.

Yan Qingyuan looked at their expressions and thought to himself that it would be good to drag this matter out; letting them all lose sleep was not a bad idea.

One must ask, what poisoner would straightforwardly tell their victim that the substance was poisonous? Yet, if this were merely a joke, it was perhaps taking things a step too far. Lost in thought, Shen Junyu simply watched Chu Jiangli without reaching out to take the teacup from her hand.

Realizing this, respect immediately appeared on the faces of Wei Liufeng and the others. Their factions were far inferior to the Nine Illusions Sect, let alone the Nine Illusions Spirit Shark Clan. This Lord Huanzhen suddenly appearing at the East Pole Myriad Islands Tournament might just be a perfect opportunity to build a connection.

He stretched, his joints popping with a series of cracks. The air and dust around him vibrated in response, and even the sunlight streaming down warped around his body.

Lan Ran stomped loudly on the stairs; listening to the sound, one might think their house was undergoing renovations.

After speaking, he stared intently at Qin Feng, fearing he might deliver bad news. If they continued to lose like this, Xiqi would reach Zhaoge sooner or later.