Chapter 85

Above the vermilion gate, a gilded plaque carved with coiling dragons bore two striking characters: “Zhongtian.”

“Who the hell are you? If you’ve got guts, show yourself and speak like a man—hiding like a coward is what kind of trash?!” Since his defeat at the Youmingdian , Prince Xuan’s temper had grown harder to contain.

“East Sea Calm? Have you been living in Japan too long? You’d name a child that?” Lin Mei said disapprovingly.

Feng Xiaoxiao’s plan was clever—reverse publicity—but no one expected anyone would actually ask about lingzhi.

“Stop! What do you really want?” Zi Xuan crossed her arms, halting the fight, her face full of grievance as she stared at Han Bing and the Poison Snake.

“Thank you, Assistant Xiao, for the compliment! Oh—!” Wang Wenjing slipped, her whole body tumbling toward Xiao Yunfei.

Even her most prized Magic Essence Beam couldn’t save Morton—Morton was truly beyond saving.

“Besides, he needs our help; otherwise, he’d have come here long ago.” This was Li Tianqi’s speculation regarding Xu Shaoyu’s purpose, though he wasn’t certain. But Xu Shaoyu’s recent behavior had diverged sharply from the past, forcing Li Tianqi to form some suspicions.

“Can I go in now?” Meng Fan asked, brushing dust off his clothes, expression calm.

Lu Bu pulled the bowstring, then released it sharply, gauging the bow’s strength by the string’s recoil.

The doctor said that with careful diet and no anger, he could likely hold on for two or three years—no problem at all.

Though these classmates had lost their memories of that time, their subconscious still avoided returning to that place, hence this behavior.

The five had no choice but to gather and discuss how to exchange—they could only trade for three items, and everything from yesterday had been eaten; they’d likely go hungry tonight.

After absorbing sufficient pure yang energy, the yin spirit could withstand the sun’s scorching heat, nearly indistinguishable from its original body.

Zi Feng saw Ye Fei heading toward the dressing room and knew Ye Fei intended to change back into his previous clothes.

Su Binghuai knew well: any orphan adopted by her family who later had relatives come forward must have had a powerful background.

If she said this and he learned that his father still contacted her, who knew what he might do.

Countless fighter jets rained down Miji attacks; unless one was a top ace with lightning reflexes and skill, survival or death had nothing to do with anything—only luck mattered.

The next instant, the countless lightning bolts solidified into tangible forms: electric serpents, thunder dragons, three-headed hounds, giant bears—vivid, myriad in form.

The scattered bones on the ground were likely the eye demons’ servants; since the demons held their servants in utter contempt and possessed charm abilities, most of these slaves were disposable.

Given the vast power of the Cooking Gate, they would never allow unknown, hostile outsiders near their gates. Thus, Xiao Baobao’s group halted at the nearest marketplace, closest to the Cooking Gate’s magnificent, cloud-touching main gate—crowded, bustling, and sufficient.

He forcibly suppressed his pounding heart; a deep-sea chill spread through his body as he stared, disbelieving, at the sinister man.

Though Chen Feng couldn’t wave his hand and summon thousands of summoned beasts—such power even the demonic gods of the Abyss couldn’t achieve—he could cultivate his own loyal followers.

“Rise! I value the master-disciple bond more than kinship—you and I will continue as master and disciple!” Sheng Shu pulled Da He up as he spoke.

Researching a whole tree of technologies takes years, yet once something is developed, it’s out today—and tomorrow, you discover it’s useless.

Throughout, Old Huo never glanced at Jiang Yue, as if the Cheng family’s descendant had nothing to do with him.

Indeed, after advancing to the peak of the second layer, he could now consciously control the outward release of his internal force, forming unexpected attack methods.

“Go on, go on—Yifeng dances very well.” Before Lin Yifeng finished speaking, Mingyue’s eyes lit up; she turned to Zheng Shuang with an encouraging look.

“This matter is too grave—I must report it to my sect. My lords, Han Rou takes her leave first!” Han Rou said urgently.

Zi Mu spoke as he imagined Ziqi marrying him, a smile spreading across his face.

Watching Jia Feifei walk slowly into the school gate, glancing back every few steps, Liu Xinghao finally pressed the accelerator and drove away slowly.

Wen Xin sat at the table, which faced the wooden window-door; Wen Xin himself faced the wooden window-door, which stood open, beyond which lay the corridor.

Xi Men Lie returned to the training ground, his wounds and bloodstains still uncleaned, radiating a terrifying, murderous aura.

“Huang, is he the commander of this squad?” The agile whistle had caught Felite’s attention; now his gaze rested on the sturdy military academy cadet behind Xiang Lang, as he asked Huang Shen.

Before anyone could respond, the sly young man—Huang Xuanbin—kept staring at Huang Xuanling, curiously remarking: