Chapter 64

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Suddenly, a chilling shout burst forth from the holy, white-robed man's soul projection. An immensely frigid surge of True Essence erupted from his hands, shooting straight into the sky, and he immediately pressed his palms downward toward the ground below.

Having tasted the formidable power of Jiang Chen's fist techniques, the white flood dragon chose not to attack directly again. Instead, it loitered at a distance to threaten him, while tightly coiling its body and continuously retreating toward the underwater passage, clearly intending to drown Jiang Chen.

His primary target remained Number Sixty. As a master of Tier 7 rifles, she posed the greatest threat among the four mechanical beings. Faintly, Ye Chen could sense a destructive aura emanating from her; even if he had to simultaneously fend off the other three mechanical beings, Ye Chen had no desire to let Number Sixty reach him alive.

Many friends have been expressing concern over this matter, as everyone knows that reaching the pinnacle is presumably of great importance to Ningning. Especially now that Ningning is pregnant with her second child, the outcome is bound to affect her mood.

Although I was the one who voluntarily exposed the secret to Gray Fox, having my privacy pried into still left me with the unsettling feeling that no matter how much I tried to conceal myself before him, I remained completely naked in his eyes.

The spectators chattered incessantly. This was quite a major discovery, completely overshadowing Xu Feng to become the focal point of the entire arena. Xu Feng was merely a wealthy young scion; were such playboys in the netherworld really in short supply?

"Alas, in the end, it's still a bit lacking. What a pity." Watching the Spirit-Extinguishing Imperial Form hurtling toward him once more, Jiang Chen let out a soft sigh and prepared to enter the Questioning Palace.

"Cave Master, this matter is of utmost importance. Once the others have left, I will explain it to you in detail. It concerns the deaths of the two former Deputy Cave Masters," Zhang Yuan transmitted via voice.

However, when he saw the werewolf chieftain Ace Igloo confronting Pudge, he felt that his opportunity had arrived.

Ye Chen glanced at him. Baker was no stronger than his younger brother, and both possessed comparable strength. Ye Chen stood his ground, quietly awaiting Baker's full-strength strike.

In exchange, Qin Much could use this time to wield the Star-Chasing Whip, which could be utilized not only for cultivation but also in combat.

Of course, as an interior defender, Shui Qixing could use consecutive blocks to disrupt the opponents' surging momentum.

When two players fail to coordinate properly, it results in a turnover. A turnover means giving up points and failing to execute one's true strength.

The Four Paragons of White Cloud观 experienced for the first time such an absurdly extravagant interior decoration. Staring in astonishment for a long time, Zhong Lan, who was walking in the front, heard the footsteps behind her stop and turned back to look.

Teacher Qi naturally gave enthusiastic support to Coach Zhang's assignment, vigorously promoting the National Middle School Basketball New Tournament. In the end, four students from the final class signed up: Shui Qixing, Mu Chunteng, Mu Datian, and Sun Feixiong.

Meanwhile, Commander Dongfang Huamo led the various army commanders of the Western Frontier Legion and their elite soldiers, marching menacingly in the direction of the Dongfang Clan.

"Secondly, the Paranormal Department must place the future heir of SH Corporation onto the 'Protected Persons List,' elevating his security clearance to the highest level. Any information regarding him gathered by the Paranormal Department may only be viewed by the top leadership," Zhong Lan raised her second finger.

At this moment, very few people in Shen Tianjun's group were paying attention. Who could have imagined that the Lord of the Western Frontier would mingle among the crowd today and grace the banquet venue?

"Hey, hey, Yin Mo, don't ignore me!" Looking at the person facing away from her, Yang Ji gritted her teeth. Suddenly thinking of something, she hurriedly shifted to another topic.

The newcomer was none other than Marquis Yanwu, accompanied by a few attendants. He walked straight over and cupped his fists in salute to Mu Yiren.

Back then, the Xiongnu, Xianbei, Jie, Di, and Qi—tribes that once ran rampant across Huaxia—along with those who migrated southward, never managed to launch a counter-offensive to eradicate these outsiders. Yet where are these people now?

Quite a few scholars hold this view, largely believing that the Titans share a vital connection with the perished Ancient Gods. The Titans are very likely the direct descendants of the Ancient Gods.

On the left side of the corridor lay piles of indescribable minced flesh, bearing no resemblance to what had once been human. Bones, internal organs, shredded flesh, and various filthy abominations were heaped together. Aside from a few scattered scraps of cloth on the ground, no one could possibly affirm that the flesh here had ever belonged to human beings.

The first second could be warded off with a shield slam, but for the second and third seconds, one had to rely purely on genuine skill. The moment Li Xun released his shield slam, he held his breath and concentrated. Timing the exact end of the defense, his shield became a blur of illusions, blocking the vast majority of Iseria's attacks.

However, Long Xueyan did not afford them much of an opportunity. Before the four could completely encircle her, she tossed her luggage aside, her figure turning into a residual phantom as she drifted gracefully toward them.

After all, we are all mortals of flesh and blood; apart from possessing a bit more cultivation than ordinary people, we do not actually hold any overwhelming advantages.

Yet, Chongzhen seemed to feel no pain whatsoever. Instead, an expression of delight flickered across his face.

Receiving the pictures sent by both individuals, Shui Yue Wusheng was also deeply shocked. She had only ever seen Wufeng wear such an expression a few times when they were alone together, and that was only when she asked him rather profound questions. Pondering for a moment, she suppressed the doubt in her heart, deciding to ask about it later that evening.

Naturally, hiding the ball is not foolproof. If the trick is seen through, or if the runner is mentally prepared, the opponents may seize the opportunity to score directly.

Looking down at the clamoring men in the audience, Bai Gongsha wore a faint smile on her lips, while her eyes betrayed a profound sense of disgust. After waiting for the span of a teacup, the crowd finally quieted down, all eagerly awaiting her words.