Chapter 198

"Hey! Ha! Huh..."

"Done and done!"

After completing several rounds of stilt steps, Long A, drenched in sweat, fully refined the wounds on his body.

His aura had not weakened one bit from his injuries; instead, his vigor, spirit, and essence had grown even stronger.

"Not bad. No wonder Master let me come here to train more often at Ten Thousand Swords Grave."

Long A looked at his now slightly more robust physique, a look of surprise and delight on his face.

The sword qi and sword intent of Ten Thousand Swords Grave,

But what they didn't expect was that the three ball handlers from Team China showed no fear at all against the American players' deathly cling.

The imperial guard of the capital region had two characteristics: first, they were the most formidable army; second, many of their officers were sons of court ministers.

Geng the Fourth thought knocking down Shaobing wouldn't be a big deal, but to his surprise, Shaobing kept dodging and weaving, evading every punch—this made Geng the Fourth feel humiliated, so he stopped holding back entirely and swung both fists wildly at Shaobing.

Those few whom Yan Zhao had deliberately spared all took poison and died, confirming Zhao Yunrang's view of the death soldiers.

If this trio of rookies has no good countermeasure, their journey in this tournament is over.

After renovation came restocking and hiring staff; Zhang Xin had worked in clothing retail for years and had no shortage of experience, and everything went smoothly this time—she finished it all in less than two days.

Even though he didn't like kicking someone when they were down, now that he saw Nan Fengchen, he couldn't help but sneer a few times.

Liao Kai's hand had barely touched Zhao Wenman's waist when she slapped it away, her face filled with revulsion.

When he discovered the Spirit Gathering Array, he finally understood why, within the same space and with no other influencing factors, the spiritual energy at the center of the Floating Island was far denser than at the periphery.

Combined with his current state and the surrounding features, he could conclude that this was the Underworld—but not the Underworld as Zheng Kun knew it.

Outside the Dao Tower stood a circular metal altar resembling a plaza; atop the central shrine stood a statue of a Thunder Qilin, over seven feet tall, its body shimmering with five colors, blue scales, white horns, snowy mane, golden eyes, wreathed in lightning and flame.

Jiang Luo narrowed his eyes; he was certain Xu Tianyin had used some technique to injure Zhao Jiuge.

The Tongyou Spell was not a profound method; the key to this technique was not the spell itself, but the Tongyou Basin.

"Chi Bili, don't stay silent—I'm asking you, is what she just said true?" Ding Rou's tone had softened considerably.

A man can surrender in everything, but no man with a competitive spirit will ever admit he's growing old when it comes to his body.

"Hah, fool!" No sooner had Pingjing Ling finished speaking than Luo Jian let out a mocking laugh.

The kneeling Shunfeng'er hesitated slightly, about to answer, when a figure rushed toward them from above.

Another law enforcer grabbed his hair with one hand and slapped his face with the other, delivering over a dozen slaps.

Because she thought those colors were ugly, Ni Die scolded while only applying them in a row on her own hand to demonstrate, refusing to put them on her lips.

Strange—is he some noble son from the Ten Great Families? Or perhaps a top-tier playboy from the capital?

"Lu Zhonglang, has the messenger been sent to deliver the message to the Marquis of the Crown?" As the procession marched out of Chang'an's northern gate, Dong Cheng hurried forward to ask; he and Xiao Yi had nearly become in-laws.

The innkeeper's face turned even paler, trembling all over; there truly had been a white-robed man at the inn today—and he was a Qin native. He thought nothing would happen, but he never imagined it would draw the attention of His Majesty and his entourage.