Chapter 255: All Together! The Fierce Warrior Long A! (Requesting Monthly Tickets)

"Venue 1, winner—Shen Li!!!"

Soon, Sikong Yu's voice echoed from above.

Shen Li slowly retracted his flying sword, named 【Shuoguang】, crushed the substitution talisman in his hand, and returned to his own body.

The result was no surprise: Shen Li crushed the other nine competitors in the venue and earned a spot in the elimination round.

Next, Sikong Yu's voice continued to sound from above.

Even before he fell ill, when An Jing was still by his side, he had never been like this.

Naitang watched with great interest, occasionally reading out a funny comment to Lan Shuying, who would reply when she had a moment, though she mostly kept chatting with the girl with glasses.

This made Xie Liuying raise an eyebrow: Madame Qin, so you're the lawful wife of Su Bingtian… that Qin woman?

Fortunately, Liu Chenxiang was blessed with great fortune—he didn't die, but was rescued by Daoist Jianyang. While studying Daoist arts under Jianyang, he also followed his guidance to seek out immortals, gods, demons, and Buddhas who had suffered persecution from Yang Jian.

Outside the city, Ning Qingyun sighed deeply as he gazed at the majestic, towering Jin Du Security Zone beneath the moonlight.

For seven years, the Black-Robed Yang Jian and the White-Robed Yang Jian both lived in seclusion on Huashan. Now, after seven years, under the constant supply of celestial treasures and healing elixirs brought by Yaoji, the White-Robed Yang Jian's injuries had finally healed.

After so many years of living alone, suddenly having another family around was inevitably unsettling.

Jin Xinyin said: "Enough talk—let your hands speak." With that, she swung out a palm, and the potent aura of her Blood God Devil Art glowed with eerie, terrifying hues under the moonlight.

"I believe a wise man will one day unify the world," Yu Ge said in a soft, childish voice.

No word could fully capture her beauty—her presence was dreamlike, neither wholly real nor entirely illusory. Yet her floating form could not help but appear lonely and serene, radiating a solitary chill from heights too lofty to bear.

After hastily finishing his meal, Bai Yifeng rushed to school. At the gate of the playground, his sharp ears caught the conversation of two aunts who had just finished lunch in the cafeteria.

The Russian high command all knew clearly: their forces in Siberia and the Far East were already insufficient; now, with this incident, unless they nuked the area into oblivion, they had no solution whatsoever.

I nodded to Zha Ba, and Qiao Ji gently pushed the door open—it creaked softly as it slowly swung inward. Dust poured down as the door opened, settling on the floor. Clearly, no one had come here in a very long time.

She immediately pulled her head back. Though she uttered not a single harsh word and even called Song Honghong "sister," she nearly drove Song Honghong to rage—besides glaring at me with hatred, she had no idea what else to say.

He Dongyi nodded. "Very much." "Then you handle this problem—I'm getting in the car." She slumped lazily against the vehicle.

Ran Siyear didn't answer. He stepped into the elevator, extended his hand to block Fan Xiao from following in, and waved goodbye as the elevator doors slowly closed.

Why imply anything? What was in the camera? Fu Qiang had his own thoughts on both points.

"Enough talk—can't blow this place up? Then find another way to strike these terrorists. Hold on a bit longer—doctors are outside." He Zhenzhong muttered lowly.

The final sentence was the only one added last-minute—after all, one must also consider those noble families unburdened by outdated, rigid thinking, right?

That feeling was far more terrifying than when he had evaded the Great Monkey Sun Wukong, the one-legged demon cow, or the colossal serpent spanning several mountain ridges.