Chapter 92: Isn

With no other choice, he could only draw upon the Qi in his dantian to fill the gap; by the time both final arms were fully cleansed, nearly all the Qi stored in his dantian was spent.

Only when they were about to fight did their restrained aura reveal itself; otherwise, in daily life, as Xing Shachen put it, they were just two losers. In terms of aura, Zi Yu was far superior to them both.

This was the trick they called “try again”—they had once defeated hundreds of rivals who harbored ambitions against them in the Sea of Dao of the Dao Sect using these two techniques.

Gao Legao, confident in Xue Mier’s high status and popularity, ignored Yin Yi entirely, protected by his uncle and backed by the newly crowned streaming queen, he strutted everywhere like a king.

“Yes, Sergeant. Should we climb over the wall or walk out the front gate like we own the place?” Yang Monk asked.

Wang Damei silently shook her head, baffled by the thoughts of the young—and even more so by those of people who were already married.

Ouyang Xun murmured “good,” then informed General Gu about Zhang Xueru’s condition; General Gu’s expression softened slightly, and only then did his gaze land on Yin Yi.

The power of the Eighth Primordial Mid-Level Deity rivals a Semi-Sage at peak, and the High-Level Deity must be a False Sage; above the High-Level Deity lies the Supreme Deity—meaning Archangels are all Sages, and within the Eighth Primordial Heaven, there are precisely six Sages.

He truly realized something was wrong during the third mandatory match. Xing Shachen’s opponent was the strongest youth of a certain tribe, possessing Initial Awareness Seventh Layer strength.

But no matter how much it improves, it must still stay within the bounds of Jianming. So when you push the Fire Pattern to its limit, combined with your Inner Lamp, it will surely melt it.

The beast surge was terrifying; whether the first or second beast surge in Huaxia, after counting the evolved animals, the numbers neared 200,000.

He had eliminated all overseas superhumans at Location C, choosing not to spare any, for such matters required no confessions, and he had no intention of recruiting these superhumans.

At the sound of the scream, Chu Yue turned to look and saw Fan Shi lying on the ground, wailing; she smiled, then rode off.

“First, find Elder Yi Xuanfeng!” Lin Xiao’s gaze swept toward the mountain range to the right of the imperial city.

Shen Xin fell silent for half a minute, realizing it might indeed be possible to go together—but she would need to discuss it with her parents first.

She didn’t intend this for herself to know, but to make the judge and jury notice this detail.

Though his purpose in coming was to challenge Yin Yang Sect’s prodigy Lin Yuhua, he had little knowledge of the sect’s true heritage, so naturally, he knew nothing of the Light-Time Blade—now, upon first contact, it gave him a surprise.

The Absolute God Demon Emperor roared from deep within his instinct—he had no time to fight Li Dalong now, only to flee, so he unleashed an unprecedented, terrifying power and instantly shattered Li Dalong’s triple Supreme Divine Art suppression.

High above, Lin Xiao held the broken sword in both hands; a terrifying aura radiated from him, his entire body becoming translucent.

That is to say, the destruction of the world spoken of by the opponent was not mere talk.

Yang Sitong pulled his head in and quickly rolled over to feign sleep, but inside his blanket, he devoured steamed buns frantically—he had a masochistic streak, but someone like Zhao Guangguang, who could beat a man to death with one punch, he kept well away from.

Qi Xingyan claimed he had spoken with exceptional patience, almost tenderly, so gently that even a government official’s wife might be startled, wondering if this was really her son.

“Ah Zhe, how did you pick such a dump?” I hugged Situ Yunzhe tightly and complained.

She separated a wisp of black qi, which solidified into a sword; she gripped it and slashed at Situ Yanming. When their blades clashed, Ren Yingfei’s sword vanished without a trace.

"Don't forget, what kind of men are your soldiers? Can an ordinary man handle this mess?" The regimental commander tapped the table, his voice echoing.

So I plan to use Qi Wei to welcome the three envoys of the Xuanming Empire; with Hai Du Khan, I’ll proceed cautiously—to find out if he still faces resistance in the Eastern Dragon Steppe. If he does, all the better; if not, I’ll plant a few thorns for him. I never truly wanted him to rest and recover to reclaim Xuanming.

Alright, looks like we’ll have to resort to the great Chinese student’s exam secret technique: I guess, I guess, I guess some more.

“Senior Mu, how are you?” Mo Yueyou rushed out the moment she emerged from the space, finding Mu Yiyan kneeling on the ground, blood at the corner of his mouth, unable to move.

It was still Uncle Mo who came to greet us in the courtyard; as we entered the main house, I sensed Shen’er’s tension and gripped her hand tightly; Shen’er smiled gratefully at me, then firmly walked beside me toward the main gate.

Before he could react, I forced my aching body upright, leaned against the doorframe, and limped forward without even glancing at him again.

“Also, spread out the patrol units—delay the German forces by a minute if you can; I’ll assign First Platoon to assist you. The rest, aside from Second Platoon helping evacuate personnel, all others enter the fortifications,” Sun Qian added.

For the freedom of these spirits, he was willing to sacrifice his own soul-fire.

Gu Rumo calmly raised his juice, took a sip, his expression showing not the slightest anomaly.