Chapter 99

Just as he was about to summon Excalibur, a familiar aura instantly triggered Arthur’s senses, causing his stern expression to shift into one of helpless resignation. In the heat of the crisis, while his mind remained incredibly calm, a habitual, divergent line of thought flickered into existence.

Daoist Yuxiao was a veteran of countless battles and had encountered all manner of opponents, yet he had never seen anything quite like this.

Jingxian watched their playful banter with envy; she rarely had the chance to even exchange a word with him, yet she could laugh and joke with him so easily. She felt no jealousy toward Yuxian; beyond the envy, there was not a hint of malice.

The fluttering hem of her skirt and the bright, hearty smile gracing her lips were two beautiful sights that, when paired, brought a touch of coolness to the onlookers, a refreshing respite from the summer heat.

As expected of the body of the greatest special forces soldier, Lindi could hardly believe she was capable of performing such a high-difficulty maneuver.

Upon hearing this announcement from the loudspeaker, the despondent fans immediately brightened and turned back around.

This award was meant for Chen Kexin. Because the director and cast of his film "Dearest," released last year, belonged to the Mainland and Hong Kong respectively, it did not meet the eligibility requirements for the awards ceremony and could not even be nominated.

In years past, driven by the need for money, he had rushed from shop to shop during every festival, driven by the lure of triple wages; he had given it his all.

As Wang Lumiao reached this point, a look of terror flickered in her eyes. It was unclear whether she feared the headless corpse or her grandmother, but based on the narrative that followed, Wu Yi and the others understood that her fear was directed solely at her grandmother.

Watching Wu Yi vanish in a flash, Wan Qian was both annoyed and amused. Biting her lip and waving her spatula, she suddenly remembered she was still cooking and hurried back to the stove.

"Greetings, everyone," Abby said. The group hurriedly returned the greeting. They had met Abby’s father, Lord Alan of the Mortia Territory, while traveling there. Compared to his incredibly gloomy father, Abby, though somewhat distracted, was at least someone one could hold a conversation with.

"Come, attack me to your heart's content! Exhaust all your strength, and in the end, submit completely to me," the bald Arhat grinned hideously. As he moved, the earth-shaking, eight-armed, fierce-eyed manifestation took a heavy step forward, stirring the very heavens.

A single blade would have been enough to crush the violet-haired, violet-eyed man, but now there were seven.

As for Fang Lin’s greeting, Xu Banheng ignored it entirely, his gaze fixed on Peng Hu as he walked slowly toward him.

Their actions were a provocation, a vent, and a mockery of Zhang Feng and Douyu. Yet, they never imagined that at this very moment, the staff at Douyu were grinning from ear to ear.

With that, Wu Yi handed the torch to Blind Man, signaled for him to step aside, and reached back to unhook the divine Luoyang shovel from his pack.

The entire process was thrilling in its own way—as evidenced by the tragedy of her blank period after separating from Qu Qingran—yet it was also mundane. The demonized Ghost-Demon Vine of the Anle King was ostensibly killed by Qu Qingyou, but in reality, Qu Qingran deserved half the credit, and it had nothing to do with her.

Seeing how sorrowful the doctor was, Guan Tianlin felt a heavy ache in his heart, pained by the passing of his beloved wife and saddened by the misfortune that had befallen the doctor’s family. The doctor had saved the lives of the villagers and was a great benefactor to the village, worthy of immense respect.

"Move aside, you're in my way." Mo Han ignored him, bypassed him entirely, and ran straight out of the office to buy a cake.

Fang Yan and his companion sneered; in front of all these people, Fang Zheng had lost all face and his reputation was in ruins.

The others did not hear it, but Fang Zheng did. He wasn't a gossip, he simply felt he should care about the progress between Yuan Song and Xu Fang, since he now considered Yuan Song a good friend.

The Divine Cauldron Tournament was not famous across the Shuoguang Continent, but it was quite well-known within the Great Jing Kingdom. Those participating in the selection for the Cloud Tower were considered the elite of the Shuoguang Continent, and naturally, some had watched the Divine Cauldron Tournament before. The person speaking was one of them.

No one cared what he had to say; people were only interested in how many of Lin Dong’s blade strikes he could withstand.

As those four pillars of heaven rose from the earth, a thunderous roar echoed. The disciples of the Zixiao Sect felt the ground beneath them tremble violently, and subconsciously looking up, they saw four pillars of heaven erupting from the midst of the boundless, violent energy.

As the voice of the weathered old man fell, he flicked his right index finger, and a burst of violent energy shot from his fingertip, heading straight for Lin Fan.

As Lin Fan spoke, he suddenly remembered: when his cousin entered his room earlier wearing her pajamas, wasn't there a jade pendant hanging from her fair neck?

"By the looks of it, this gate must be made of wood! It’s amazing it has lasted so long without rotting. I wonder what kind of wood it is," Shi Tian said, examining the gate carefully before turning to Xia Yun.

With the conclusion of the Golden Disc Awards, Jin Shenghan finally became busy, preparing for the upcoming Melon Music Awards.

"Elf Emperor... why did you come out yourself? What about that bastard?" King Shen Wang asked hurriedly, worried that their ruse might be exposed.

Sometimes people face the ultimate dilemma: should one change oneself to adapt to the world, or change the world to adapt to oneself?