Chapter 280: No matter how many miracles you wield, it

But for the outer sect, reaching the top fifty spots means he's effectively the strongest among the outer disciples.

After sitting down, Tong Tian looked at Wang Xing without hesitation and kicked him straight between the legs; the unconscious Wang Xing immediately let out a pig-like scream.

Moreover, the cashier girl's big, watery eyes kept glancing over at me.

Once the Peerless Sword Intent entered his body, his flesh became as fragile as paper, rapidly collapsing from within outward.

He desperately tried to avoid the question of how long he'd live, and I was equally pained, clutching my forehead in thought. I'd always lived in disarray, ignoring numerous episodes of stomach pain until it grew worse, making the signs increasingly obvious.

As we walked, a ghostly flame suddenly appeared before us, silent and unseen—I had no idea when it had drawn near.

At dawn the second day, before daylight broke, Xiang Gangtian heard a shrill whistle, accompanied by thunderous roars.

Zun Sha's mind was already in chaos—how could he withstand Cheng Junhui's overwhelming assault?

"Fly up and kill!" Dian Feng's move clearly startled them—flight was rare in the Five Elements Secret Realm.

Xiang Gangtian silently recited a mantra, his hands forming a secret seal, arms swirling—he had already unleashed a thousand punches within a thousandth of a second.

But Shen Linfeng, hiding in the pine grove, felt no trace of triumph. Instead, he was filled with deep concern.

Just as she opened her mouth to mock Ye Feng, she suddenly felt an overwhelming pressure erupt from the other side, crashing down upon her like a tidal wave.

The master and disciple stepped closer and saw that, as the sheep demon waved its limbs, three objects gradually appeared on the ground: a round sphere, like a pearl; a long, cross-shaped object, presumably a sword; and a rectangular object, unidentifiable.

While Shen Linfeng was pondering this matter, Jin Mengyao had already walked up beside the vendor.

A young man in tattered clothes, around twenty, looked around nervously until he confirmed Zhu Pingjin was calling him. He shuffled awkwardly out of the line, pushing the queue into a crooked mess. Standing before Zhu Pingjin, he trembled, hands and feet useless, his legs trembling as if ready to buckle into a bow.

But Fang Ailun wasn't someone to be trifled with—you had backing? Well, I wasn't alone either! He was about to throw a threat at Li Jialun when he saw Li Xiang slowly pour another glass of red wine and lift it up.

Lin Yuming resolved each of these matters, made several more calls to check on the most urgent projects, then relaxed slightly and took two sips of coffee.

"I…" Zhong Your Majesty looked at Xie Feng with a complex expression, her shock equaling his. She glanced around, her lips parting—then fell silent.

"No, he's mine. No one can take him away." Bai Zhi said stubbornly, her voice hoarse with tears.

Before the wooden door had fully opened, a sharp blade stabbed in from outside; Shen Linfeng swiftly arched his waist backward, while simultaneously flicking his wrist forward—a white shadow shot past beneath him.

If he didn't go, he couldn't guarantee he'd bring Akeer under control—but if he went, he couldn't leave Yun Rong unguarded.

At this moment, she didn't want to dwell on it—after all, her name and household registration weren't here, but in Quanzhou.

In fact, the Pure Yang Sect's external incarnation was simple: the Pure Yang Heavenly Lake nurtured a yang-type sword embryo, refining it until it reached pure yang status.

But before the toxin could reach him, Mo Youqian spread his ice-fire wings, channeling the bloodline power of Xuanwu and Zhuque, and struck it down with a single blow of yin-yang unified sword art.

Nan Angui suddenly felt this was all heaven's punishment—she couldn't accept such a punishment.

He clutched his head, rolled off the bed, and walked to the door, opening it.

Ru couldn't help shuddering—she knew if she disobeyed, trouble would come; Oumeimei would think of countless ways to punish her.

"Even though I know what you're thinking, I still want to hear you say it!" Liu Wuxin said, turning his head toward Shen Tu.

In officialdom, people like Guo Shu—with middling family backgrounds—couldn't truly refuse invitations; they merely restrained themselves.

Forget it—more people were gathering, and being stared at like a monster made Tong Xinya feel embarrassed, so she turned to go back down the way she'd come up.

Over these three days, she'd said this line countless times, each time filled with hope—never before had it sounded so sorrowful.

The Death Canyon was deep, its path littered with withered grass and scattered dead trees, and white bones had begun to appear—demonic beast skeletons, human skulls, one after another.

His eyes showed petal-like iris patterns shifting, and a vortex formed beneath him, pulling him—still holding Li Jingjing—into its depths.