Chapter 99

Seeing Xuanwu stop and assume a posture of submission, the red-scaled unicorn python did not hesitate to bite down on Xuanwu's hind leg; its fangs shattered the Yi Wood green scales at once, but alas, this perfect bite struck no flesh—only a mouthful of foul, stinking mud, nearly choking the giant serpent to death.

Liu Tao figured that even if Dilia had other skills, they couldn't be important anymore, especially since Lin Pingting had learned the most crucial skill for them.

As long as Chang Zhen won the second match, Zhou Wanpeng had absolute confidence he could defeat Huang Mingxia in the third, ultimately winning two to one against the Huang family and becoming the new clan chief. Thinking of this, Zhou Wanpeng felt victory in this contest was already assured.

At this very moment, though submerged in the sea, Sun Zemin felt every inch of his body drenched in cold sweat—he simply could not think of any better way to escape the deadly trap before him.

Lone bandits usually had strange tempers, arrogant and reckless, rarely had friends, and always struck with ruthless cruelty; Xiang Tianfei was no exception.

At this moment, Li Gongzuo issued another order, and the Song army's fleet formation swiftly deployed, advancing head-on against the Jin forces.

Bonus: Shield of Sacrifice—forms a 5000-point durability magical shield outside the body to resist all attacks; the body remains unharmed until the shield shatters.

Mother is dead; a dead person cannot speak. As for Xiuya, he would never say anything, so she was safe—her only remaining grip now was the title of Princess Wang.

After the peasant army lifted the siege and moved westward, the Kaifeng authorities immediately ordered the people to repair the city walls, working day and night, completing the work in ten days.

The two exchanged glances, at a loss. Right now, they longed desperately for Yang Yan to be beside them, telling them what to do—because whenever this happened, Yang Yan always made the quickest judgment.

Li Zixiao walked up to Qin Xiqian, winked at her, then glanced at Qin Ziyan, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

"It's fine—you're back, that's all that matters." He held her tightly; how thin she was, her body so slender he could encircle her with one hand.

This pressure of aura meant nothing to Ye Shaoxuan at his current cultivation level. He could only stare in disbelief at the ancient Buque held in Dishi's hand.

Li Zixiao would never forget his mother's love, but while Wang Cuixia gave her maternal affection, she also infused it with her own negative emotions, leading Li Zixiao to wrongly believe his mother was in great pain—though Wang Cuixia indeed suffered, the joy Li Zixiao's birth brought her far outweighed the pain.

After feeding Shen Jun blood, he turned into a phantom shadow and flew to the Fire Clan city; days later, he brought Shen Jun into the altar, with no clan members objecting.

Jun Ninglan's gaze flickered toward Jun Chengxuan, a smile curling his lips as he idly spun his wine cup, sipping slowly. He had seen Ye Zhen's eyes—that hatred she tried desperately to conceal but could not hide. What was the relationship between Ye Zhen and Jun Chengxuan? Or rather, what entanglement existed between them?

"You'd better apologize to Yue'er." With a cold remark, Qian Qi Yao strode out, his back elegant yet suspiciously aloof.

"I heard," Jun Ninglan smiled, the joy deep in his eyes. He looked at Ye Zhen, his gaze serious and unwavering, almost tender: "I'm glad." It seemed the first time he'd ever told her how he felt—though Ye Zhen didn't understand why he was glad. Was it because of her simple concern?

"Alright, let's go." The man spoke these words, then vanished with Vali's companions into the spatial rift.

Though he resented him inside, they were still cousins; Kuang Desheng believed it hadn't come to the point where he'd openly steal his rice with outsiders.

The next day, Lin Miyang insisted on personally escorting Liu Zihao to class—not just to the school gate, but right into the classroom.

Jun Zimo could never have imagined that the Yun Ji now before him was no longer the Yun Ji of before—she was a demon reborn from hell, how could she ever love him again?

Kuang Dejun saw a wooden sign nailed to the door outside: Director's Office. The middle-aged man with a slight bald spot must be Hua Yuying's father.

Kuang Dejun planned to cook his own dinner; the base had three others besides Zeng Xiangyuan, of course, plus his grandfather Kuang Yibin. Every night, after dinner, Zeng Xiangyuan would take a portion in a lunchbox to give him.

During this time, Xiao Ye had become infamous throughout Wutan City—if he could use his silver tongue to drive Xiao Ye out of Wutan City, Pan Yifan's name would surely overshadow Xiao Ye's. Then, wouldn't all those beauties throw themselves into his arms?

Liu Zihao still sent text messages to Lin Miyang; she had to act convincingly. Since he was willing to play this game with her, she would play along.

What exactly was this black mist? How could it be so terrifying—even Xueyue couldn't escape?

To defeat Biao with a single blow, and now appearing in the hospital room—Ye Tian's power seemed far beyond his imagination.

Originally, Ye Tian had planned to plant that root in the Shuangjiao Villa, but then he thought better of it—it wasn't his place after all.