Chapter 763: Return

Yuwen Bo and Huoyi Xian were both shrewd "veterans" who refused to willingly surrender their immortal arts.

These two, like the Snow Mountain Patriarch, were heretical wandering immortals who had previously interrogated others for immortal techniques and knew well: even if the "Feiyu Immortal" let them go, they could not escape.

Since they were bound to be dragged by the Wuchang to the Eighteen Layers of Hell in Fengdu, why should they surrender their immortal arts?

Yuwen Bo even boasted: "Feiyu Immortal, even if your soul-torturing methods are strongest, can you—"

Thanks to their snow-white cloaks, they were unlikely to be spotted by soldiers or aerial aircraft; they waited until the planes flew away before continuing forward.

He looked at his own stomach, then at the stone cave—what should he do? His uncle said his master would emerge from seclusion; if he went to eat now and the master came out to find no one there, he might be heartbroken—what could he do?

With no training duties, Lin Sen woke from a sweet sleep, stepped out of the Demon-Hunting Legion, and entered the central district.

Otherwise, she would never have allowed Wei Yichen to accompany her, nor would she have gone to his home for the New Year.

Last night he had witnessed Chen Hongjian's Word-Spell, merely assuming it was an extremely powerful healing Word-Spell, never imagining it had such an ability.

Glancing at the oxygen generator humming steadily, Su Yun did not immediately free the animals in the cages; instead, he hurried to another container.

Whether these people had stumbled upon luck, or whether the system, unwilling to let this team battle lose all suspense, intervened.

The cat's face displayed an unmistakably human expression of annoyance, then instantly switched to a pleading one the moment JianTai lowered his head, licking his palm obediently.

In the function model, all signal coordinate changes served as input data; after function aggregation, they output a logical formula based on the X-Y-Z axes.

The Thorn Crown, a quest item, was mentioned in its background lore to grant longevity through suffering; it was also a holy relic lost by Pope Julius of the Church in a dream.

This area was filled with schools and numerous scholars, so education levels—especially in central Grem City—were universally high; at least most people could read, and those who couldn't would likely be mocked.

"Big He, this is just my preliminary idea—we'll think it over carefully these next two days. As for the money, don't worry, I'll find a way," Lin Xi said confidently.

Yi Yang, sitting at the sidelines in a suit, was utterly stunned; Ross's progression from awkwardness in the first quarter to steady mastery perfectly mirrored his own growth.

ESPN's close-ups remained fixed on Nowitzki; everyone believed the one who should be trading baskets with Anthony at this moment was the "German Tank."

Luo Yu, upon receiving unfavorable reports from all directions, already sensed something ominous.

Zi Yang tossed the Black Iron Sword upward; it instantly grew larger. Bo Ning hoisted the two men onto its blade, and the flying sword took off on its own.

The vampires, enduring the pain, quickly retreated from the spray range; had they not become vampires, they would have already dissolved into pools of blood. Now transformed, their recovery was extraordinary—areas once reduced to bare bone regenerated visibly before their eyes.

Meanwhile, Raze, seeing no further opportunity, used his ultimate, Riftwalk, to escape; the team fight ended in a one-for-one exchange between SS and BF, but SS's jungler, Barrel, secured the first Dragon.

"Yue Mei, I have a question for you—think carefully before you answer!" Che Xiaoru whispered.