Chapter 316: Weibo Is Down Again (Requesting Monthly Votes)

Suddenly, he gained a sudden insight; though he still didn’t understand why Yingxiu had stubbornly refused to ascend the mountain to cultivate back then, he now understood why he had resolutely followed Yingxiu back into the cycle of rebirth.

Moreover, the fact that Shan Yazi said this after seeing her disappointed expression could only mean he was deliberately soothing her; the Ancestor said Yingxiu was as beautiful as a celestial fairy from a dream, capable of shattering the Ancestor’s cultivation, and according to Qianqian, the Ancestor was so stunning he made people drool—how could Yingxiu possibly be less beautiful than her?

Zhao Feng is now at the peak of Mid-Level Divine God cultivation, specifically a Ninth-Rank Mid-Level Divine God, just five ranks away.

Mo Wangchen paused again; he had heard of the Ji family—a second-tier great clan within the Xuanwu Alliance, second only to the ancient martial clans, with deep roots.

That night, the entire room was eerie, with whirlwinds swirling around me at intervals, and I didn’t dare lift a chopstick, because I knew the ghosts had sat down to eat with us.

In short, their gazes wandered everywhere—except toward the side of dissatisfaction.

“As one who was brought to this position by the bloody sacrifices of my own clan, I bear the heavy mission of leading humanity to survive—undead shall be my eternal enemies,” Zaha said grimly, staring at Zaha.

On the night the battle ended, Xuan Yuan Ji arrived at the Right Divine Might Army camp and told Dongfang Tuo one thing: he had known all along that the Tubo forces would withdraw voluntarily.

With the motion, threads of golden-hued qi coalesced in Kasius’s palm, then transformed into a warm current, gently seeping into the remnants of “Future” Nicolas.

Miller and Kent heard Ronald’s words, their eyelids twitching violently; countless curses surged in their hearts, yet out of fear of Ronald’s terrifying power, they remained silent.

Xiao Yao fell silent for a moment, then threw a firecracker with earth-shattering force—nearly blowing Princess Pingyang into the air.

After reading the telegram, Uzumi Takashi couldn’t contain his joy—the Imperial Headquarters had truly dispatched the Imperial Guard Division.

When Mita Shun saw this, he immediately fell silent; these guys were truly ruthless. One word out, and they’d drag you out and execute you on the spot. It truly intimidated him—he feared they might just as easily execute him if he opened his mouth again, and that would be a tragic waste.

After the Chinese Expeditionary Force collapsed, many prisoners left behind in Burma were brutally slaughtered, a significant portion killed by the Burma National Independence Army led by Aung San.

Qin Xinfang was utterly awed by Liu Sanshi; she longed to throw her arms around him, kiss him fiercely, love him deeply, and pour out every thought in her heart to him.

When Lu Cheng’an returned to the Lu Group, Cai Miaoxin had just arrived; she didn’t seem to be saying anything to the receptionist, but her face was utterly grim. The receptionist, however, held her ground, replying calmly and respectfully, though her expression wasn’t pleasant either.

Or perhaps the information was simply too old to be found in public records; Chong Jiujin immediately thought of Captain Zhang.

“Fucking die!” Sun Zhi lunged forward with his spear, the sharp bayonet piercing straight into the Japanese soldier’s chest. The soldier let out a piercing cry, then collapsed lifelessly to the ground.

Wang Youling felt a flicker of despair; the Seven Questions of the Ascension Staircase tested one’s character above all else—the Alliance would never want to cultivate someone cold and heartless. Thus, though some in the Divine Stone Academy might be prickly, overall, none were truly evil.

“Hiss!” Indeed, the chain flew a short distance before striking the Weapon Master precisely; the Death Judgment’s hook latched onto the Weapon Master instantly.

The only thing that surprised him was that Han Xiangyue, ranked eighth on the Star Battle List, had repeatedly participated in frontline coastal recruitment missions—hadn’t the beast hordes from the northwest invaded Fenghai City’s territory less than a month ago?

“Good, now hurry and eat. Keke, come eat too,” Dong Ning said.

Yi Feng’s entire right cheek was swollen, burning with pain; yet inside, he sneered continuously—his strategy had clearly succeeded.

Saying this, he rushed toward the source of the battle’s commotion. Anqi, Shangguan Youran, and Qin Mingyang quickly followed.

Most importantly, if Ye Xiaoyao truly had such a powerful disciple, the entire Tianling Continent would have known by now—how could he have never heard of it?

“To let you cast spells here, many of this platform’s simulation safeguards must be disabled—your senses may all be affected,” Kove said.

“I’ve been missing for over a month?” Bu Cheng was stunned—he’d been stuck in that deep cave for over a month; without the Jiao Pearl, he’d have died countless times over.

After that shout, the phone was hung up. Bole still held the receiver, staring blankly for a moment.

Han Shuangxue glanced at Bu Cheng; only he would dare rob the Mingfu’s wedding gifts, so she snorted and turned away.

After the torrent of pure yang qi passed, he saw the opponent conjure a Taiji diagram out of nowhere—his heart surged with wild joy.

Even now, he himself could not fully fathom how he would die.

The Crimson King was gently stroking his bald, hairless head like he was polishing walnuts.

But before he could draw his sword, Han Jinnian had already acted swiftly, disarming Long Jiuye with effortless precision.

Xintianyou speculated that the so-called Flame Essence must be a plasma reaching temperatures of hundreds of thousands of degrees—electrons stripped from atomic nuclei, forming a viscous state.

Luo Qiqi strained to recall—five years ago belonged to Luo Lingshuang’s memories; after she crossed over, her own memories had overwritten the original’s, and aside from her family background, she remembered little else.

“...” Fu Jun fell silent again—what connection could there possibly be between being decent to horses and understanding what horses say?

Shi Xixi chattered incessantly beside her, but Yu Yin’s thoughts drifted elsewhere.

“You hit the nail on the head!” Annie snapped her fingers, pointing at Simo. “Every six months is a season; at the end of each season, everyone’s rank points will move two hundred points closer to one thousand.”

Extreme training will only be officially rolled out after verification and testing are completed.

Sheng Kai rose and left the villa, yet his doubts grew heavier, and his unease deepened.