Chapter 62: Better to be harassed by a thief than to have one fixate on you

Yet the trouble with clever people is just this: on the one hand, they know when they should pull together and present a united front against an external enemy; but on the other hand, they never miss a golden opportunity to deal a fatal blow to each other.

Turning the pages over one by one, they found no record of any chair, leaving both Yuan Zhenxia and Nan Yue somewhat disappointed. When only a few pages remained, suddenly, a single page bore only three characters: "Records of the Spirit Chair."

"By the way, have you booked your rooms here?" Kretzmann turned around to look at the three people in the car.

Xue Ren glanced sideways at Lijeccard with a sneer, replaced a staff member, and together with another person, lifted Zhang Ling directly into the ambulance.

Guyin’s smile carried a pressure that weighed heavily on the mind. Li Xun had to let out a long breath to alleviate the heavy pressure she imposed on his heart.

From Li Xun's perspective, the flying sword was about half a foot long and two fingers wide. Its brilliance remained concentrated and did not scatter, clearly showing it to be no ordinary object.

Most of the other trainees were simply shocked by the strength Meng Hu displayed, while also realizing that the genuine power of the rubber baton in Meng Hu's hand contrasted sharply with its seemingly light weight.

Hearing Wang Xuan's words, Lin Yuxuan's face instantly filled with disappointment. She lowered her head to look at the child in her arms and gradually fell into silence.

"Well, this phone is drop-resistant; it could double as a brick." Seeing Luo Yuan retrieve the phone and recognizing it as Sui Piaoyun's number, Li Ruolin swallowed back the second half of her sentence.

After speaking, Zhao Hao took the fine wine from Song Tianba and, without the slightest hesitation, drained the entire gourd of wine in one go.

A terrifying aura that blotted out the skies flowed through the void. Ye Yu only felt as though he were trapped in a confined space, completely unable to move.

Inside this seal, towering figures had their bodies pierced by pitch-black chains, locking them in the void.

His right hand struck out like lightning, instantly tearing open the shark's tail as five fingers sank deeply into it. His left hand lashed out, plunging into the tail once more. Attacked in such a manner, the shark frantically tried to escape, but Xue Yue held onto its tail with an iron grip, making escape utterly impossible.

Now that Kunpeng had twice mentioned the formidable power of the second tier, Zhu Tianpeng's curiosity was piqued to the utmost, leaving him burning with the desire to know more.

However, Xuanyue slaying the nineteenth-ranked powerhouse of the City of Despair had genuinely happened. A dark horse—this was a true dark horse! Instantly, that word sprang to everyone's mind.

Several times, Zhu Tianpeng wanted to employ his sword techniques. After all, the nine-toothed rake was merely a method he happened to master, and not one he was particularly skilled with.

Xue Yue opened his eyes, two golden flashes flickering within his pupils before vanishing deep inside them.

"None of them are craftsmen? That is certainly interesting." Upon hearing this prompt, Xuanyue said with an ironic smile.

A flash of golden light crossed Sun Wukong's eyes as a loud shout emanated from the Xiezi Cave. With a flicker of his figure, he instantly appeared inside the Cave.

Smearing his own fingertips with blood and applying it to the dozen or so crow eggs, Lu Huang felt the life pulsing within them and smiled faintly. Possessing the bloodline of the Bifang bird himself, it was hardly a problem to forge an initial resonance with these eggs, which also carried the Bifang bloodline, through nurturing.

Seeing that the vast majority of the bandits wore thin and gaunt clothes, Su Ge thought of the large amount of cold-weather gear still stored in his ring, along with the pile of dark, stale buns Emma had given him tucked inside his robe. Fine then, what if you follow me all the way to the Northern Realm—won't you feel cold, won't you feel hungry?

"This is hardly a sword beam; it is clearly a sword qi!" Ao Wuchang sighed softly and murmured.

Early the next morning, after Ji Yang and the others finished breakfast, Dongfang Mei arranged for a driver to take them to the airport.

Liu Jin had no wish to drag Su Weidao into this matter either, and hearing this, he was naturally more than willing. With a nod, he stepped over the threshold and walked inside.

Anyone could hear the fury concealed beneath Mokui's calm voice. Li Cha remained silent, silently tightening his grip on the decisive sword in his hand, his expression turning grave to the extreme.

He walked slowly forward, the lights in the survival module lighting up one by one with his footsteps, shifting colors in accordance with the fluctuations of his mood.

Not only because Ming Chongyan had won the favor of the Two Saints through those ethereal and mystical arts, but even more despicably in Liu Jin's eyes, this man deluded the populace and presumptuously discussed the crown prince. The baseness of his character was plain for all to see, and it was only natural that Liu Jin held such conduct in contempt.

Zhao Xia's eyes were filled with a threatening intent, making him feel a trace of fear.

Lin Xiu's gaze looked toward the passage over there, and that familiar figure truly appeared.

The Heaven-Transforming Orchid, aside from healing injuries, possessed the marvelous property of transforming and improving the physical body.

This was not something he did intentionally; it was merely the natural aura emitted by someone holding a high position, yet it exerted immense pressure on those around him.

Wu Tian was eager for revenge and forgot military law; being a bandit at heart, he acted purely on impulse. But how could people like Zhang Xian ever agree?

In the end, Gufeng handed Guyan a resurrection positioning coordinate and rapidly sped away in the direction the evil cultivator had taken.

"I am not him; I am Xiahou Ce. One day, you will meet me." He stepped forward, ignoring her struggles, and pulled her tightly into his arms.

In Rin Jundie's hands rested a red-stamped invitation booklet. Seeing the dazed look on Li Wuxin's face, she explained, "The previous token was merely a pass to enter the manor, but this invitation is the genuine summons to the Martial Arts Tournament." With a gentle sweep of her gaze, the faint smile on her face appeared exceptionally warm and soft.

Li Zelv stopped the hand that had been pressing the elevator button. Hearing Gu Meng's familiar voice, his body instantly stiffened. His neck turned toward Gu Meng in a rigid and slow motion.

Song Yiyi felt a strange perplexity, while Xiahou Ce wore a cold expression. Glancing at her, he stepped down.

The Great Elder's expression was exceptionally grim, yet he knew better than anyone that even if he returned now, there was likely no better solution for the Snow Clan's seal. Under the circumstances, he had no choice but to pin all his hopes on Ye Tianyu. Weighing his options, he could only withdraw and pursue the traitor Ning Qianhan with full force.