Chapter 73: Others Join the Grand Competition, Wang Yulou Holds the Grand Competition (First Update, Warm-Up Begins)

But hearing this name from someone else's mouth still made him turn pale with fright; his first instinct was to seize her and force her to reveal Dr. Marx's whereabouts, only to realize afterward that he was the lamb on the chopping block awaiting slaughter.

The relaxed expressions on everyone's faces vanished instantly; they straightened their backs, lifted their chests, and sat in the textbook posture of soldiers.

You can't guarantee every person's character, nor can you guarantee where something might displease him, and when he'll suddenly cause a scene.

Red Hair quickly diverted Caesar's attention by telling him a joke he'd only learned yesterday. In the back seat, Wu Jin had been bullied badly, his breathing soft and rapid, like a trembling ball of cotton.

With the abilities she had accumulated over so many years, although she still couldn't reverse time and space on a large scale, returning to a not-so-distant past was no problem for her.

In the end, there were too few of them. The Luan brothers were sharp this time, splitting off two to pounce over and grab the bundle from Yi Yuanxiao's hands.

Huaizhen shrugged. Fortunately, in front of Peggy, Caesar was still relatively gentle with her, so the entry experience wasn't too bad.

Unlike her usual soft-spoken manner, her tone now was sharp, and her expression was somewhat cold.

"No, the truth is important, but it depends on what truth." Director Zhou spoke with an unfathomable air, leaving the station's senior staff thoroughly baffled.

"What's there to fear! If the sky falls, there are tall ones to hold it up." Blood Diamond Sky said to Mo Chen with a grin.

"Bang bang bang!" Fists met palms, legs flew toward legs, both of them attacking each other with everything they had.

On the Federation's eastern border, on the dark planet of the eastern side, Mother Lin rushed into a tent. Recently, the number of severely wounded brought from the battlefield had surged, and medical staff like Mother Lin were overwhelmed.

On the fourteenth day of the preliminaries, Xia Zhi was ambushed by 'Shadow Kill,' another top-ten genius who resembled an assassin more than anything else, but was instead counter-killed by his increasingly familiar Cosmic Divine Weapon.

Ye Qingyun pressed a certain spot on the wall, and the floor beneath Zhao Qing and the other person opened. An indescribable stench poured out from within. Lu Xi shielded her eyes to look, and saw countless zombies inside snarling and clawing at the air.

Before Kagome could even rejoice at the prospect of boarding the ship immediately, she suddenly felt the ground behind her shaking violently.

As a direct-line descendant of the Fujiwara family, Fujiwara Hikotsugu naturally couldn't possibly be building fortifications alongside the soldiers.

And the Lu Jinjing they were discussing truly felt at this moment the sorrow of Moon Lady's absence.

"Teacher Ke, Teacher Yuan, sorry to trouble you to come in person." Lin Yun handed the teacup to the remaining middle-aged man with a full beard and a rugged appearance—Teacher Yuan.

Judging from Xing Ziyu's deployment of the Escape Technique, that escape art was also extremely exquisite. If he tried to cast his own Demon Shadow Escape now, it would likely be too late; there was a strong chance he'd be attacked by the opponent at the critical moment of casting, and in that situation, his defense would be greatly weakened.

In this world, composing an original song is already difficult, and composing an original song that sounds good is even harder still.

"Who are you. What nerve. How dare you barge into this Crown Prince's courtyard?" That young man saw Badali and several Embroidered Uniform Guards burst in without announcement and loudly berated them.

"Open the gate. Open the gate. We are the army of the Pacifying-West King." Seeing the city gates shut, the Wu soldiers in front hurriedly shouted.

Upon receiving Zhou Fengwu's report, Li Guo fell silent, no longer knowing whether he should be angry. He tossed Zhou Fengwu's memorial onto the ground and sat slumped on the dragon throne in a daze.

Di Chong's heart could not help but begin to stir with excitement. It seemed he had a three-attribute medium-grade aptitude. So, full of anticipation, he turned his gaze toward the man who appeared to be over sixty—the Foundation Establishment stage official in charge.

A Heaven's Gate realm martial artist spotted Lin Xiao and the others and spoke to some of his subordinates on the other side.

The black-armored guard stared ahead in utter disbelief, his pupils gradually dilating, until he finally crashed heavily to the ground. Even in death, he never figured out why the arrowhead could fly dozens of miles to kill him, and no matter how he dodged, he couldn't evade it.

"Who else wants to end up like him? I don't mind spending a little more effort!" Facing the crowd, Gaia showed not the slightest fear.

At this moment, at the southern end of the Jianghuai Plain, Lin Xuan had established his camp here. He was currently observing the Jin army via satellite. The troops were ready for battle, all kinds of weapons in position; the moment Lin Xuan gave the order, missiles would rain down into the Jin army like a downpour.

Sang Nian tightened her grip on the cup, tilted her head back, and took a large gulp of tea to mask her loss of composure.

Li Zhi's thin, gaunt frame carried Xue Qingyun as he ran nonstop, brushing past leaves and heading toward the middle. Yet a dozen or so miles behind him, a massive red figure kept leaping, gradually catching up.

These past few days, he had tried several times to persuade Yuan Qingyi to head south and avoid the perilous city of Liangzhou, but none of his efforts had worked.

Lei Zhensheng channeled his Wu Gong into his palms, let out a great shout, and struck out three palms in rapid succession—wham wham wham—three solid hits. Shangguan Yun took all three of Lei Zhensheng's full-force palms head-on. Although Lei Zhensheng's Wu Gong was low, he could still be considered third-rate in the jianghu; how could Shangguan Yun withstand those palms? He spat out blood with a puff and was already Suffered Heavy.

Seeing everyone fall silent, Mona Muduo didn't play hide-and-seek with them any longer and spoke to them directly.

This set of divine skill was truly wondrous. The same piece of mental method, each time it was practiced, could yield different results. No one knew how Yin Zhongtian had managed to create such a peculiar Wu Gong back in the day.

Xiao Jian was in agony and never expected Shangguan Yun would really dare to jump down; by the time he tried to stop him, it was already too late.

After spotting his target appear, he didn't hesitate, started the car, and floored the accelerator.