Chapter 165: Achieved Hundred-Strike Streak

【Match Winner: Qingshan Sect Lin Mo, Points: +10】

【Ding! Congratulations, Qingshan Sect Lin Mo, on achieving a hundred consecutive victories!】

【Ding! Congratulations, Lin Mo, on becoming the 88th disciple of Qingshan Sect to achieve this feat. Reward granted…】

【Ding! This message will be pinned for one week.】

When the orange notice appeared before the spectators, not a single face showed a smile.

"It's over—everything's ruined!"

The grandmother and granddaughter did not come over, but their two children were crouched on the windowsill, staring longingly at Wei Zhen and the others.

As the caravan beside them had said, the road behind the mountain was even worse. They marched without stopping until after noon, barely reaching the mountain's base.

Gu Xiu ignored them, patiently enduring Ye Qiuchi's constant complaints, then turned and walked toward Yuan, pinned to the ground by a black light-sword.

Though their time together had been brief, Tang Hao had genuinely come to treat this makeshift older brother as his real brother.

Different geographical regions require different medicines—for example, the south is hot and humid, the north dry and cold, so the medicines used naturally differ.

"Old man, don't listen to those idle fools who watch ants climb trees. The city's full of skyscrapers, yet no one's been crushed to death—on the contrary, they live comfortably." Qinglian scolded the old man.

Suddenly, Qingrou realized her mistake—she must say no more. Her father was cunning and calculating; she could not reveal the slightest flaw now.

After voicing the question that had long weighed on his heart, Lu Yao fell silent, waiting for the man before him to answer.

Inside a castle built of gold and marble, a golden-haired middle-aged man in luxurious robes roared, slamming his palm onto the round table, eyes blazing with fury.

Since killing the boss, he had harbored resentment toward He Peng, wanting to meet him—but He Peng had been too busy then, and unwilling to get entangled in the Killing Sect's mess, so he had politely refused the boss's several invitations. This was their first meeting.

"Lu Zhanfeng was recognized by a powerful figure for revealing the news that you obtained the Book of Life and Death, and is no longer in this star region," Meilin said.

While Fenghuo and Kaiwei faced off, far away, violent lightning and bloodlight continued to rage and crash, shattering space.

Jiuhua Old Man hastily formed a defense, but it had no effect—he was struck hard by the Demon-Suppressing Stele, flying backward like a cannonball, faint traces of blood visible on his form.

Long Ji acted instantly, lunging forward to stand before the man, who was clearly startled by the sudden appearance of Long Ji.

In fact, Global had produced few notable works in recent years; having endured years of turmoil, it changed hands multiple times until Concord Group became its parent company.

Seizing an opportunity, Heishen grabbed Reina and surged forward, bursting through the Wind Leaf Fan and crashing into the ventilation duct.

Of course, the greatest honor of the S-Series finals is when the final match becomes an intra-region battle—but this had occurred only once in the previous six S-Series finals; turning the final into an intra-region battle requires immense luck.

You care deeply, yet fabricate endless excuses to deny it; you're clearly making excuses, yet phrase them with grand, righteous justification. If it were truly as simple as you claim, I wouldn't have needed to… deliberately lead you to discover it.

Wang Xuan asked whether Laser-Eye Scott could fire a beam to melt a large hole in the room, so they could escape.

He would eventually leave this place, but after Wu Lei's rebirth, Xinyao treated him like family, so Wu Lei regarded her as family too.

In Wangzhou Tianshi City, the inn where Ning Xin and the others stayed was unusually bustling; many cultivators came and went daily, and nearly every one, before leaving, would glance toward a separate courtyard, then walk out with expressions of regret.