Chapter 32

Even if Martial Ancestors and Martial Kings were to join forces, they could not kill a Tier 3 Sky Whale Beast; on the contrary, over a hundred Martial Kings and three Martial Ancestors perished in the attempt. The six o'clock deadline was merely a process of desperate struggle for those trapped here. Seeing the mounds and tombstones rolling by outside the car window, the old man gripped the door frame tightly, the panic on his face evident. Listening to his bragging, Shen Jieyu felt so awkward for him that she felt like she could claw out an area of nine hundred and sixty square kilometers. Xu Yuan originally didn’t have a mobile phone, but her father, worried that she wouldn't be used to things, specially bought her a cheap senior-friendly phone before school started, which had all the basic functions. After thinking for a moment, a faint smile appeared on her face. Looking at the countless mountain peaks in the distance, she already had a plan in mind. Though it was called a Lightning Curse, what flew from Li Jishan's hand was a crescent-shaped sharp beam, looking quite similar to the sword aura Leo unleashed with his "Iron-Severing Sword." Guo Weiqiang braced himself and continued reading, unable to help but swallow hard, as if his brain had been pricked by needles. The breakfast that day was prepared by the production team; since everyone was new here, no one felt anything strange about it. Lin Daimo was startled, as if enlightened; he had only known sorrow and grief, yet he had never thought of reclaiming the "Story of the Stone." His previously dim heart finally began to clear. Shaohua looked back lingeringly, rubbed her stomach, and shook her head firmly. "I’m full. You can clear this away." Chuhe sighed and had no choice but to gather the bowls and chopsticks, while Shaohua’s eyes followed Chuhe’s hands, and she swallowed her saliva with a grievance.

While the clerk was getting the change, Da Kui shook out the rope in his hand and laid it on the ground. He walked over, picked up a bag of rice in each hand, turned back, and placed one on the left and one on the right. He then went to the pile of flour, picked up a bag in each hand, and placed one on top of each bag of rice. He tied them securely with the rope, hoisted them onto a shoulder pole, and stood up. Murong Qiufeng remained, brows furrowed, filled with worry in his heart; he wanted to go see what was happening, but he didn't dare.

"There is nothing unusual in the courtyard; it seems the sound came from outside the courtyard gate," Lin Daimo peered through the paper window. He saw the courtyard bathed in a layer of faint moonlight, with nothing out of the ordinary. Shaohua nodded solemnly. "So I was dreaming. But the dream felt so real; I even remember how she escaped." As she spoke, she scrutinized the expressions of the two people. Because in Ye Qianqiu’s eyes, Long Meng could only threaten his life by self-destructing, he concluded that the unease he felt was merely an illusion once he realized Long Meng showed no signs of intending to do so. Although she often ordered the kitchen staff to whip up new dishes while she was at Biwu Pavilion, her status now was merely that of a maid. Even if she used her master's authority to make the kitchen staff cook, they might not be able to replicate the flavor she wanted. Furthermore, to express her sincerity, Shaohua decided to cook it herself. "Muyu! Muyu!" The old man of the Zhou family and his family rushed frantically onto the arena in the middle of the stadium; at this moment, Zhou Muyu’s sternum was shattered, and he had lost consciousness. He did not speak, and Xun Qing did not dare to make a sound; the entire hall was deathly silent, so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. Nan Xi took a deep breath to soothe her tense emotions. Go, she told herself; she was already at the doorstep, there was no reason to run away. Go, if only for the sake of Zhuo Ling saying he loved her and wanted to marry her. The day was very overcast, just like her mood. She turned to look at the sky outside the window, heavy as if it might collapse at any moment. Ouyang Sheng, what kind of person are you? A good person, or a bad one? "When did the Prince of Huainan arrive? You didn't even tell us." Liang Yumo’s voice was soft, and her demeanor was very polite. However, this was just their own assumption; every move they made was under Lin Chen’s observation. Just then, a shrapnel shell flew over. Just as Jack closed his eyes, preparing to accept his fate, the bullet that was bound to hit him grazed his cheek, flying to the other side of the ship before exploding, while he only suffered a slight scrape. "So, are you agreeing or not?" The old man looked at Di Chen seriously, his shrewd eyes carrying a hidden majesty. Lin Chen was puzzled, yet he still found nothing. However, he would not give up; he checked the nearby walls to see if there was a hidden door. But the result was that he found nothing, as if Moer had simply packed up and ran off.

"So, you had no other choice but to choose to use the Grand Summoning Spell to bring back the Old Demon Emperor, to see if he had any methods?" Qin Ming asked. Cang Mang’s magnetic voice slowly sounded, without a hint of abruptness. The audience below the stage rubbed their eyes in disbelief—it was Silhouette! Silhouette had actually appeared on stage, wearing a pure white dress, her long hair and the hem of her skirt gently blown by the wind created backstage, stunning everyone. A four-foot-square floor tile suddenly began to move. Immediately after, a pitch-black hole appeared before his eyes. For some reason, she felt she couldn't resist Xie Dashan’s charm. There was a peculiar aura about him that fascinated her. Su Ye remembered that Long Aotian belonged to the Long family of the Four Great Clans; since this Zhao Ritian dared to speak to Long Aotian in such a manner, it wasn't hard to guess that Zhao Ritian was a member of the Zhao family of the Four Great Clans. After falling asleep, the scene changed; the landscape of heaven and earth was more realistic, the space was larger, and the flowers and plants were even more lush. Seeing that the two were about to clash again, suddenly, Yuan Xiao seemed to have thought of something, and the spirit energy he had already prepared was slowly withdrawn once more. It was unknown whether Jiang Hao was dead or alive, but the expressions of everyone present were extremely grim. The power of that previous strike could already be described as world-destroying. Time flew by until the next morning. On this day, Su Yang arrived at the Tianfu Alliance early. After waiting for a short while, the three people Su Yang had seen the day before arrived, and along with them came eight others. This chase and escape lasted for three or four hours; even with Su Yang’s stamina, he was struggling in this state. However, what depressed him was that Hou Ba, who was in front, was still full of vigor, and even though he didn't know how much blood he had vomited, he showed no signs of weakness.