Chapter 565: The Gentleman

Under the current situation, Lingqiu Sect holds the disadvantage but has the advantage of terrain and has prepared a last-resort tactic of fighting to the death; thus, the Li clan hesitates, dare not launch a direct assault.

If you drive Lingqiu Sect to that point, even if you seize the Spirit Eye, you will still need decades or even centuries to wait for it to naturally purify, and you will forge an unbreakable blood feud.

Therefore, Liu Xiaolou’s appearance now is perfectly timed.

“Gentlemen, gentlemen!” Liu Xiaolou floated forward.

Lu Shu, even Qingkou had heard of him. Long ago on Niuyang Mountain, Chihong had lavishly praised his achievements. Coupled with his title of Grand General and his handsome features, nearly every female creature on the Qinglong Continent knew him well.

The auction continued with a few more items, but Zhuo Tian could no longer endure it—every item was either an ordinary sword or a low-grade cultivation technique; he found it unbearable and left midway.

As he pondered how to respond, Li Lei suddenly frowned, glancing at Liu Fei, then suddenly understood.

A furious rebuke echoed wildly in Zhuo Tian’s mind, leaving him dizzy and disoriented; he sent out mental messages repeatedly before the Immortal Sister finally fell silent.

Ling Jiantong, stunned, felt the world spin darkly before her; her body tilted sideways, only to land in a warm embrace.

But Fan Yu found this defensive artifact truly impressive—after all, it was gifted jointly by three Ancient Immortal-tier experts; it could hardly be mediocre.

Xiezi and Youhu had searched for a long time without finding any trace of Jin Moyu; who could have imagined he would be discovered through this sudden kidnapping in America?

“I knew Moe would treat me best.” Mu Jinghong lightly kissed Ling Jiantong’s cheek.

Helpless, he tried again to break the seal, but found it utterly unbreakable—even the Hunhun Mirror and Zhenhun Pearl together could not crack it.

Behind the middle-aged man walked three others: one was thin and gaunt, his eyes darting constantly, gleaming with cunning, whispering occasionally into the man’s ear—clearly the scheming advisor.

In the Church’s doctrine, the devout, upon death, enter the Father’s Paradise, equivalent to Heaven; only the wicked and those who violated Church law descend into Hell to suffer endless torment.

Looking at the two staring at each other, it was clear there was no room for the three of them; they slunk away, filled with envy, jealousy, and resentment.

Like a younger sister who stormed out in a huff, Chu Sheng cursed under his breath but already jumped down without thinking, following behind her.

With the 8x Scope 98K in hand, Chu Sheng’s current strength, while not enough to act without restraint, was certainly superior to most players.

The Grand Lord and his retinue of nobles entered the royal palace, only to find it utterly empty—not a single living soul remained; the servants and royal guards had vanished as if into thin air.

But when attempting to snipe Chu Sheng, he failed spectacularly; worse still, the opponent’s displayed power left G-Shen and others far behind.

Namor’s expression turned disgusted at Fury’s name; Peter chuckled and continued explaining plainly—no hiding, no pretense; the best way to deal with someone like Namor was directness.

The moment the towering, majestic tree figure vanished completely, Li Qing suddenly clutched his head and collapsed to the ground screaming.

In one match, Yu Ci died five or six times; Mu Zi did slightly better, but still died three or four times from recklessly chasing revenge.

The reason for doing so was nothing else but one simple fact: the losses far outweighed the gains, no matter how much the Cosmic Development Bank compensated them.

“Madam, does this pouch look suitable for Jiao Jie to wear when visiting the Prince’s mansion?” She handed the sachet to her.

Before she even stepped out of the main courtyard, Lin Baiyu heard the sound of porcelain shattering on the floor and Lin Madam’s furious voice.