Chapter 547: The Eight Immortals Cross the Sea

"PE class, PE class!"

Li Hua shook violently in his seat, like his phone was on vibrate mode.

"We have PE this morning!!"

"Shut the hell up, stop shaking!" Jiang Nian snapped, turning his head. "Having you as a son is a total embarrassment."

"You don't understand—I'm warming up." Li Hua mimicked a basketball shot, stood up, threw an imaginary ball, and clapped.

"Wuhu! Three-pointer!"

The preparatory bell rang,

But Emperor Yuan Kang naturally refused to yield. He had to find a way to deal with Song Anran, teach him a lesson, to quell his burning rage.

The Tree of Life and the Tree of Darkness drift among other worlds; where exactly they reside remains unknown, yet whether it's the Tree of Darkness, Awei, or the Tree of Life, Sati, their roots lie here.

Barth roared twice, immediately scrambled to his feet, and charged forward before the referee even called start—still a high spinning kick, determined to prove he couldn't break his killing technique.

Seeing their hesitation, Headmaster Huang let out a cold snort, gazing at Ning Tao's gloomy, desolate face in the Water Moon Mirror. Though he'd initially felt great regret, he then thought: perhaps it's better this way.

Dreams are like mischievous little spirits—you can't catch their tail when you try to grab them, but when you stop thinking of them, they might just appear on their own.

Song Anran leaned out the car window and saw Lady Rong Rong seated in the opposite carriage.

"Yes, yes!" The bodyguard, stunned by Hao Zhequan's outburst, hurried off to prepare the car.

Nothing was more troublesome than those three old bastards—but Yu Ying struck, and killed all three.

After listening to Wang Gang's report, Ning Tao declined his help, hung up the phone, exhaled deeply, carefully weighed his thoughts, then pulled out his phone and dialed Thomas of the Church.

On the shoulder of the man behind Gang Ge hung a burlap sack. Though its contents were indiscernible, the bloodstains on the fabric led Li Yi to suspect what lay inside.

"What? Don't believe me? Wondering if this is enough?" As he spoke, Song Ming tossed a bag onto the nearby square table—inside were many energy blocks he'd stored, plus rare treasures he'd plundered from the Great Tian Emperor Clan.

It's possible—after all, this place is sparsely populated, almost a dangerous zone, and our cultivation levels are extremely high; it's defensible, hard to ambush, unlikely we'll be easily surrounded.

He had his own thoughts—he couldn't treat the Snowflakes Army members, who were like a stubborn skin rash, the same way he treated his fans.

Never mind whether Xiang Yu would let him leave—even if he got the chance, he had no intention of fleeing, because the Butterfly would relentlessly hunt him down.

The phantom figure truly seemed nonexistent; Song Ming's immense spiritual power struck like a blow against emptiness—boom after boom echoed, yet not a single impact registered on any physical object.

Of course, the first two punishments were tolerable—it was the last one that was terrifying, the most lethal.

This was a mountain range, countless peaks linked together—could it even be called a forest anymore?

He boasted himself as the top young genius of the North District's thirty-six cities, yet in the end he still lost to Tang Yi—Tang Yi was like an unscalable Gaoshan; no matter what he tried, that mountain remained impassable.

Everyone in Donghua City knew that the Fang family's young master had become a useless wreck, a complete idiot—who would show respect to an idiot?

The moment the fake "Li Mengya" appeared, Song Ming's heart leapt into his throat—if not for her lack of malice, his cultivation level wouldn't have let him survive even one strike from her; this shocked him deeply, and he silently began estimating her true power.