Chapter 202

After Feng Geng, as an observer, described their recent actions, the group became somewhat more sober.

Lin Mo frowned and murmured, "Could this cultivation art be affecting our minds?"

Feng Geng nodded. "There's a possibility."

Long A jumped in shock and shouted, "Holy shit, this art is poisonous—it actually messes with your mind!"

In the cultivation world, resisting inner demons has always been one of the eternal issues.

"Dog brat, watch closely—the real show's about to begin. Who should we take first?" Wu Kai sneered, reaching out to pinch Zhang Yuqing's cheek.

"I'm not trying to discourage you, Sherona, but every Master of the Nine Tripods in Huaxia is a peak existence of this era—you Champions aren't even a match. Even you, Kangnai, and Dawu combined couldn't defeat just one of them without suffering a crushing loss!" Chu Yin stated matter-of-factly.

In truth, Sun Wukong knew nothing of these three matters before arriving in this hell; but after enduring so much—and especially after spending time in Li Xiuyuan's virtual world—he began to grasp many life philosophies.

Gu Yiyi sat frozen on the bed, watching the man before her grow clearer, and gasped, covering her mouth in shock.

Holy crap, isn't that Zhang Yuqing? And there's a boy sitting beside her—looks a few years older than her.

Upon hearing his subordinate's words, Feng Yu's mind went suddenly blank, losing all capacity for thought.

"Human, you're walking straight into death!" The Sandstorm Demon Dragon Worm was enraged; as the oldest of its kind, it was immensely proud, and Long Chen's dismissal ignited a furious blaze in its heart.

I stepped out of the house just as police officers were getting out of their vehicles—I saw over a dozen police cars, all officers armed with guns pointed at me, someone ordering me to put my hands on my head and squat on the ground.

Zhang Yuqing's arrogance wasn't extreme, just not particularly pronounced—but her figure was exceptional, like two papayas, something no one else had. At least, among everyone I've ever met, no one else had it.

As he spoke, Guang Liang couldn't help but feel bitter—Who did I offend? Why am I so cursed? Every time someone gets hurt, it's always me.

But in the long term, as society develops, people's lifestyles are gradually changing; new industries once unheard of are rising rapidly, and formerly marginal sectors are entering the mainstream. Lan Dao also has such industrial foundations, such as marine industries and high-speed rail industries.

Within the first trial, Yang Tian pushed himself to the limit; by the sixth step, his body had begun to crack over large areas, blood and impurities slowly trickling down his broad chest and straight, spear-like back.

After uttering those few words, Lu Weimin said no more and continued upward on his own. A loud drum needs no heavy hammer—sometimes a hint is more effective than constant reminders. Zhao Daheng and Wu Miao were seasoned veterans who needed no further prompting; as for Yu Bo, he knew better than anyone the weight of the burden on his shoulders.

Aubameyang looked furious—he had already missed two golden opportunities in this match, having fully expected to score the opening goal for his team.

Just as Yang Tian had just refined these details, the earth suddenly shook violently, and a vast spiritual sense swept across, its faint voice like thunder rolling through the ears of everyone present.

Charles smiled but said nothing. Instead, he spoke a few words to a gate guard, who then turned and walked into the estate.

"Fine, even if you let me go, I can't leave." Yu Yingyi's front was littered with beer bottles—she'd drunk more than several men and was thoroughly drunk.