Chapter 572

Before noon dismissal.

Jiang Nian thought to himself, "With Chen Yunyun's personality, she'd definitely greet me if she passed by the door."

"And Wang Yuhe might say something stupid."

He checked the time—only eight minutes left—then rose from his seat and walked out calmly.

"Where are you going?" Zhang Nenzhi called out to him.

"To pee."

Jiang Nian turned back, raising an eyebrow as if to say.

Together?

Zhang

The battle was nothing special—darkness pierced by crisscrossing red lines, explosions from shells and bursts of missile light illuminating the area like daylight, but the observation ports were gone, buried under dust and smoke.

"You were just going to say 'cripple,' weren't you?" Yu Qing's dark face darkened further; though his amputated leg had been healed by today's advanced medicine, it remained a thorn in his heart.

This senior disciple's cultivation was also at the Fourth Layer of the Human Extreme Realm, and even at its later stage, yet upon seeing Lu Fei's movements, he was deeply startled—Lu Fei's displayed power far exceeded the Fourth Layer of the Human Extreme Realm, so from the start he lacked confidence, feeling he was no match for Lu Fei.

He found it odd that Roger was inquiring about the Dark Elves, someone utterly unrelated to him, but his position as a guest under another's roof compelled him to answer Roger seriously.

The bizarre scene piqued Victor's curiosity—Roger's desire to learn magic wasn't common knowledge. But Victor asked no further; as soon as night fell, the fellow obediently left, following the Moon Dragon Temple's rules.

Lu Fei even located the so-called Phoenix Gate members, dragged them over, and shouted loudly: "Where is Dong Jia?"

Helicopters were already en route, and large drones had taken off—this area would be subjected to a carpet search.

In reality, Zhang Sect felt slightly embarrassed—being lavishly praised to his face by the God of Shinobi was not an honor any ordinary person could bear.

"Grand Elder, Sect Master, I won't let you down!" A mighty force surged spontaneously within Lu Fei's heart.

Ma Wanqing cast a cold glance at Ma Pingchuan; her clear eyes seemed to pierce through the secret thoughts her third brother desperately hid, and she refused.

The Old Dragon King wept bitterly with grief, forcing Lu Pan's brother to return that drop of blood; as both sides stood locked in stalemate, Tong'er arrived, bit her arm, and green blood oozed out like vegetable juice.

Li Bu Tong, ranked eighth on the Morning List, battled Ping Qiushui on the northern waters for three days and three nights, narrowly losing—Ping Qiushui took his place, leaping from rank fifty straight into the top eight.

Since ancient times, heaven has been unfathomable; the heavenly mandate is vast, and all things within the cosmos seem destined by heaven, each possessing its inherent fate and fortune.

Because he understood the current grand situation in the Ancient Realm—though the sects and clans had united, their victory against the Xiao Clan would still be a fifty-fifty chance.

Pan Ri, Pan Guang, Pan Cui, and Pan Shu felt the torrential qi rushing toward them; unable to strike at Elder Wu Jiang Haobai, they simultaneously withdrew their swords to defend, shielding their vital points.

The "wings" on his back flared, and Yan Wu arrived before Wen Xin. Yan Wu claimed he invited Wen Xin for drinks, but in truth, he sought to learn from Wen Xin in martial arts, especially regarding the concept of Yi.

Years later, by chance, the Daoist Wumeng obtained a martial arts manual titled "Wuwei Xinfa" atop Mount Yan; after devoted practice, his martial skills advanced rapidly.

On the return journey through the spatial passage, Wen Xin and the others pondered what this "opportunity" might be. One thing was certain—it would relate to each person's cultivation. But what exactly?

Seventh Brother said he found someone to replace Tong'er; Tong'er's mother is gravely ill—doesn't that also confirm the existence—or imminent existence—of a third green-blooded person?