Chapter 164

Even during the Liu family's peak, they had to show utmost respect to the vast entity of Spirit Origin Island, let alone now, when the Liu family is in decline—a direct disciple's granddisciple of a Spirit Origin Elder is far beyond their capacity to provoke.

"No." Counselor Quan Teng roared, wishing the machine would activate immediately; with energy, Dyne was not something Sphia could assimilate.

The old lady stared at her for a moment, but her worries ultimately succumbed to exhaustion; she closed her eyes and fell into deep sleep.

At dawn, brilliant sunlight spilled across the land, filtering through the dense canopy of trees, bright as the wind, stirring the heart.

He clenched his teeth and spoke word by word: "I am his son." He finished saying this.

The attacking sea beasts seized the opportunity at once; a giant whale general roared, and the previously chaotic sea beasts swiftly formed a simple formation, uniting to launch a furious assault on Tian Gong Island. This time, Tian Gong Island finally could not hold out—the barrier's light shield trembled violently, as if about to shatter at any moment.

"By the way, where's Wo Meng?" Lin Chong scanned the screen but didn't see Wo Meng.

The sand and gravel these people supplied was of mediocre quality, yet their prices were nearly twenty percent higher than market rates, so construction costs remained high; only local construction firms in Quan City, who were well-connected with these factions, could secure discounted prices and buy sand, gravel, and other building materials at market rates.

In normal times, Zhang Xinjie wouldn't have given these people a second glance, but now, since certain matters required them to rally support, he had Chang Defu invite them over.

If they were lovers, even if that video leaked, it wouldn't be a big deal.

She lay down half a meter away from Ye Yaotiao, and soon soft snores drifted from her.

"Oh no, Ming Ling's about to explode—let's get out of here before she destroys this place!" Ming Liang was pragmatic; he quietly slipped beside Lin Yingbin and tugged at her sleeve, trying to pull her away.

Then everyone saw me stack two Qs, and when I released the third Q's wind, San Zhi Shou and Jinx dodged it—right then, I got hooked by Hammerstone, while San Zhi Shou and Jinx moved together to focus-fire and obliterate me.

Of course, the boatmen would never agree to simply leave the boats with them and return alone.

Zhang Ruofeng remained calm; he had seen too many fawning sycophants. Compared to them, he actually found these hosts quite refined—at least they only "flattered the high" without "trampling the low."

On a moving American-style bus, Li Hongming suddenly opened his eyes, a flash of sharp light darting through them as he swiftly scanned his surroundings.

Li Hongming's eyes brightened; he formed a spell gesture, and the sword lying on the ground shot toward Kelin with a "shhh" like lightning.

Tang Wei laughed aloud at Lin Mu's words, unable to resist giving him a playful shove.

At least twenty media outlets were interviewing former students and teachers inside and outside Nanshan High School—even the gatekeeper had been questioned.

Bai Yu's forehead broke into cold sweat; she quickly grabbed Wang Yuan and ran out of the courtyard. Though the grenade looked broken, she didn't want to risk it.

"Since you're so uncooperative, don't blame us—we're going to act!" Li Bei sneered and waved her hand toward the others.

"Nursing—I studied clinical nursing, and I'm decent at surgical care too. After graduation, I became a nurse, but I don't know if I'll get into a better hospital." A shadow crept over Minmin's heart as she thought of the rumors from school about some severe rule-breaking incident in hospitals.

First, his outer garment burst from the rapid expansion of his muscles. Then thick fur sprouted across his body, and his hands and feet revealed sharp claws.

The villagers glanced once and returned to their own affairs; only Er Gouzi, the most mischievous boy in the village, stared wide-mouthed in astonishment at the boy.

When Yun Gui reached the fourth floor, I was looking at some accessories. The designs were pretty, but the stats were utterly abysmal.

Lei Bao struggled to turn his head. "Don't interfere—this is my fight." Perhaps it was for that unyielding pride within him, perhaps for his comrades who had shared hardship and been harmed, or perhaps—he was simply exhausted after so long, and wanted to rest.

Treating one's enemy this way was already the most merciful option; previously, Wang Yuan had always just killed them outright. But this time, the fellow's identity was extraordinary—he'd be well worth exploiting.

"Yes, thank you, Prophet Lord for your mercy!!" The minotaur bowed his head, tears streaming. Just being barred from Beast King City was acceptable—as long as food and safety were guaranteed.

Xiao Yaozi turned his head away, ignoring all those stares, then swiftly formed spell gestures with his fingers; with a single point, the spaceship shot forward like an arrow released from a taut bowstring.

Yet Yanhuang Dynasty, which had always governed by law, took an astonishing action: it broke protocol to promote Wang Li, even honoring him as a Sage—something utterly incomprehensible.

Han Jue could extract the sentience of the Fusang Tree and use the power of the Soul Source Demon God to forge it into a soul.

With a roar, Yun Jie raised his shield-sword to meet the Ice Soul Tiger, slashing a blade of light across its head, drawing its hatred.

The sun had risen to the center of the sky, scorching fiercely; the children and horses had all taken shelter in the shade.

Seeing the latter's indulgent expression, he realized that keeping these two together would make them easier to manage.

Even if Xu Yue didn't get a raise, they'd still be thrilled to join this blockbuster drama—but Xu Yue didn't want to be stingy. Actor pay was truly unreasonable; he'd only set a slightly fairer rate, but where raises were due, they still had to come.

Of all the Black Prison Chickens, Han Jue was closest to them—even closer than to his own son, consort, or disciples.

After hearing Chu Qingyang's words, Luo Yi's exceptional intellect sprang into motion. Wait—how could Lu Yi possibly have become as destitute as Chu Qingyang described? Luo Yi had always held absolute faith in that boy; Chu Qingyang must have misunderstood something.