Chapter 89: Victory in the Defense Challenge! Phase Three! (Request Subscription)

Lin Mo crushed Ye Chen in an overwhelming victory, something most people never expected.

Even the team leaders in the bamboo pavilion were taken aback.

Li Feng, ever the rational observer, praised him:

“Lin Mo’s fire technique is masterful and devastating—truly extraordinary!”

Though on the surface, Lin Mo appeared to have simply used Dao fire to extinguish the frost sword qi.

But these team leaders, all long past Foundation Establishment,

A passing couple stared strangely at the two beneath the streetlamp and shuffled away.

Given Sacred Geometry’s “if it works, use it to death” nature, and how deadly third-stage worlds usually are—filled with large-scale wars—upgrading this skill is definitely worth it.

“Don’t talk so harshly! How could I ever let you die?” Xu Guangting spoke with the brazen swagger of a spoiled heir.

He grew serious, a piece of honey candy in his mouth, watching the two fighters closely—especially Gong Sun Yan.

Jokes aside, should he leave behind offspring in this world? Otherwise, if he truly perished, his parents would have nothing left to remember him by.

On their final day apart, she said she had prepared a gift, planning to give it to him on his birthday.

Blood drenched his entire body; his movements grew unsteady, speed plummeted, and muscle spasms wracked him.

The bishop’s eyes glazed over; within his mind, a higher-tier force sensed his impending betrayal and immediately triggered brain self-destruction.

A slender, delicate finger, wrapped in a half-glove, emerged from the mirror made of blood.

Laifu had become the Great Khan of the Bei Rong. After a series of alliances and suppressions, he had stabilized the Bei Rong’s internal affairs and secured his throne.

Chen Qingdi, at Qi Refining fifth layer, could snap your bones into powder as easily as playing a game.

In an instant, Zhang Feng’s eyes flashed golden; a single image froze in his mind—the Divine Spear, its shaft—cut off.

Thus, Zhao Xu’s physical condition was poor, he often fell ill, and he grew somewhat anxious; moreover, his Northwest affairs had dwindled, while Zhao Xu was now nine and growing—was this why he took this action?

“Battle gear—three complete sets!” Someone scrutinizing these individuals suddenly noticed another issue.

The Scholomance group arrived outside the city gate; as everyone prepared to enter, they spotted a massive notice on the announcement board beside the gate.

Zheng Tan rarely saw such a cruel look in a child’s eyes—even the most brooding children didn’t display this; for this child’s gaze carried intense murderous intent, and Zheng Tan had no doubt that if the child held a scythe, he would swing it at him.

Even Cui Youjie, the future father-in-law serving as Prefect of Mengzhou, heard this joke, set aside his official duties, secretly crossed the Yellow River, and came to Zhengzhou to inquire about the reason.

He leaned over to sip water from the plastic cup, observing the temporary rest spot’s setup—nothing particularly special, but the air around was truly foul, everywhere hazy and gray.

With this set, Yang Qinghui would have a measure of safety when entering the Fate Starry Sky with Wu Yi, no longer easily falling into danger.

The lead alien chieftain roared, signaling all aliens to attack in another direction.

“Youyou, where are we heading next? You’re not seriously planning to just stay here and watch the spectacle, are you!” Lu You suddenly turned and asked.

As martial cultivators, their demands were simple: they only wished to grow stronger, to feel that strength—and these people were no different; they longed to become powerful, to command the winds and clouds, to make their names echo across the land.