Chapter 22

In five thousand years of cultivation, he still had not truly broken through the realm of the Heavenly Calamity and Human Tribulation. Yet, so many years of practice had thoroughly unlocked his potential, meaning he could step into the two-hundred-and-forty-year tribulation realm at any moment.

After all, the press conference was scheduled for today, and since the conditions had not been settled, how could one not feel anxious?

“This…” I stared in disbelief, my eyes wide open. Nearby, Qin Feng, Nangong Wentian, Li Erniu, and Yi Mumu all gaped in astonishment as well.

Even Xiao Rang, who was in the subtle Jade Clarity realm, was powerless to change the overall situation. At this moment, it was truly a matter of life and death.

After a brief moment of chaos that quickly settled, Li Ningyu loudly asked again, "Can the mission be completed?"

Soldiers, after all, are filled with a passionate spirit; when their temper flares, they dare to confront even the king of kings, let alone another regiment, so they have even fewer reservations.

They looked at the gate of the camp, which didn’t seem very sturdy, unaware that it had been meticulously repaired by Tao Weng. Though rough in appearance, it was in fact quite solid, and not something they could easily break through in a short time.

What surprised Lin Yun most was that now, whenever he moved his body, power flowed continuously within him, even more smoothly than when he first started.

On the surface, Fulan appeared lazy, but his mind was sharper than anyone’s. Before Shang Jue could speak, he already knew what was coming.

Chu Han narrowed his eyes, gleaming with precision. Perhaps that era truly belonged to him, to the entire Beggar’s Sect.

Xueliusha is another term for an avalanche. Then, quietly and determinedly, I gave it my all. Could everyone please cast a vote? Ah, life is so hard.

Thus, Bai Yang followed the Crimson Thread into her chambers. Seeing her graceful figure, half-naked and fair-skinned, he sighed deeply. He hadn't expected Fourth Senior Sister to be even more clueless than himself; it seemed he would have to take good care of her.

“You!” Shen Qingxuan’s smile instantly faded. She snorted, stomped her foot hard, and left.

“Oh, it seems sister hasn’t improved at all, still thinking about running away?” A teasing voice drifted in from outside the door, followed by the alluring figure of Lian Zhi swaying inside.

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Han Yunjun’s strength was not great, but being held tightly like that made Xiao Mingzhu uncomfortable. Yet she dared not push him away, fearing she might hurt him if she misjudged her own strength, so she looked helplessly toward Bai Kaixin for help.

“What exactly are they waiting for? For us to surrender? Isn’t that ridiculous?” Sun Min muttered to himself.

If they really treated him like a mule, it would be easier—he could just turn his face and storm off. But Master Wang was full of sweet words, begging and coaxing. He couldn’t bear to be rude to such a pitiful man, so he reluctantly spent two full days running errands with a few apprentices alongside Master Wang.

Just as everyone watched, and as the barbarian’s palm came crashing down, Chu Jingtian slowly extended his right hand and gently struck.

The Murong family’s young clan leader was no fool, but a hero who directed the course of the realm, ruling the land and leading the Yun Commandery’s human race against the demon tribes.

Yet, Si Xulei paid no mind to the person approaching to greet him. After having the bodyguards stop the newcomer, he began scanning the surroundings, as if searching for someone.

Even if he had the ability to leap several levels at once, he was not foolish enough to do so. He always absorbed and transformed the mysterious essence of each level into tangible benefits before stepping onto the next, thus his progress was slow and steady.

Lian Cheng frowned and slowly pulled the blanket off Xu Li, who had stayed up watching movies until dawn. She felt she had just fallen asleep when Lian Cheng called her to wake up, naturally unwilling with a thousand reasons.

Chi Yu knew very well he had not reached that realm yet; it was merely an illusion born from awakening the bloodline limit.

In fact, some herbal components undergo qualitative changes and may resemble other herbs, affecting the test results.

Thousands upon thousands of ghosts surged forth, pushing and shoving, each eager to get out. As soon as they emerged from the dragon’s mouth, they immediately sensed the breath of living beings—vibrant and alive—and turned to pounce on the eight cultivators, who were instantly overwhelmed by the flood of ghosts.

Zhou Yaosen knew his second son was displeased. Although he favored the eldest son a bit, they were all his children; he still had to consider the feelings of the others.

“Good.” The burning sensation on Luo Guichen’s arm gradually subsided as a cool spiritual energy from Shiruoyun flowed into his limbs and bones.

The silent head of the Tu family frowned slightly, feeling a trace of disgust toward Zhou Ran.

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The next moment, Lǜ Chuān Ma Yi entered Zhang Shaofei’s badge space. Since this place was so dangerous, you shouldn’t stay here—go rest inside the badge space.

“Hey, Zhang Shaofei.” From afar, Zhang Shaofei heard someone call him. Looking up, he saw his good friend Zhou Shaolong rushing toward him on his bicycle.

Well then, let me tell you: mismatched marriages will never be happy. History has proven this time and again.

Now, Yuanwei was right before their eyes. The difference in their realms was vast, like the sky and the abyss—the sky being Yuanwei, the abyss Ning Lü.

Su Nan fell silent, unsure how she was doing. Well, why bother thinking of her? She had her own pursuits, now somewhere else in the world chasing her dreams. If fate allowed, they would meet again—though it’s often better never to meet again.

“What?” Du Jian, forty years old, usually indulgent in wine and women, his body weak, fainted outright from the shock. Fortunately, he collapsed on his own Mercedes, avoiding a fall to the ground.

“Indeed, though it’s early, the sooner we develop our own forces, the greater the advantage. Let’s strive to establish a town.” The arrogant and resentful voice declared.

At that moment, a voice sounded behind him: “Sorry, I’m right behind you.” His shadow clone hadn’t been used for a long time.

Wuhua Qingming had suffered losses and, wielding an axe, ran. Unfortunately, I killed him again, but this time he only dropped a level, without that degree of liberation.

“Very good.” Zhang Shaofei nodded with satisfaction and approached Jan Forster. Feeling the vibration of the Galaxy Spark Gun within him, he smiled faintly. The next moment, the Galaxy Spark Gun appeared in his hand.