Chapter 589

“Brother, think further ahead—if we didn’t have those long-range players holding us back, do you think these Americans could still keep chasing us?” Endgame Song said.

Qin Ruojing finally understood; He Junming was right—this scenario wasn’t impossible. It turned out He Qing had meant well, but hearing He Junming call her “Sister Chu” over and over still felt awkward.

“Come out! Bang! Bang!” Ryan advanced steadily, striking the thinnest stone pillar repeatedly with his hammer. His logic was simple: if he kept destroying, the unseen creature living here would emerge—because whether wild beast or tamed monster, all had one habit: guarding their nest.

Faintly, he could now make out dozens of ships drifting upon the sea where the lights shone.

Speaking, he dragged his long halberd behind him and charged straight at the dozen or so magic knights who had just summoned their mounts—killing ranged and support players was never Zui Xiao Hongchen’s favorite.

“No wonder you want to leave—you’re afraid I’ll find out, aren’t you? Confess honestly—what exactly is this puppet? Otherwise, I’ll use a spirit-based spell.” Ryan’s expression turned serious, his voice booming.

“Hah! Upholding justice is the duty of any martial artist—no need to thank me, young lady,” Tian Kuo said lightly.

The broadcast hall was on the first floor; Hua Bin had been here once before, and it was every bit as good as the state TV station’s.

Chu Tianshu had barely retreated ten yards when countless ghosts surged forward, raising slender flame swords. He barely dodged twice before the following attacks rained down like a storm—impossible to evade—and continuous damage numbers popped up.

The scruffy man, overcome with emotion, released his grip on Feng Caitian’s restraint, snatched the night pearl from her hand, and gazed at it with deep, reverent fascination, as if examining a priceless treasure.

The villagers stood stunned; only the hunters smiled warmly at those around them, brimming with pride.

Now that the man had arrived, he didn’t even mention the marriage, and the Crown Prince of Wuxi immediately demanded to return home—was the alliance collapsing?

“Where did you get this thing?” Zha Cheng turned back, staring unblinkingly at Feng Caitian—his eyes, sharp as a vulture’s, looked like demons crawled from hell, capable of freezing a person in place with just a glance.

With Luo Xingchen’s words, the major figures among the battle sages of all factions finally relaxed—they had feared the Fatty might receive special treatment due to his outstanding performance in the second round; now that Luo Xingchen had spoken, they had no further concerns.

“...” Indeed, no difference—even Meier’s hometown was now empty, all its treasures flowing into her pockets.

Under normal circumstances, a late-stage cultivator eliminating two mid-stage cultivators was entirely feasible.

“Of course—I’ve surpassed my master! But can I ask you a favor?” Qiao Xiuqi asked immediately.

The kitchen had smart appliances; the dining area exuded a homely atmosphere; nearby stood a warming stove.

Just after hanging up the phone, a delicate hand clasped his chest—he turned to see Jiang Feier, her refined face framed by a red low-cut dress that accentuated her curvaceous figure.

Black-level Heaven Frost Fist vanished. Black-level Cloud-Dispelling Palm vanished. Black-level Wind God Leg vanished. Black-level Threefold Unity Qi vanished. Black-level Karma Reincarnation Scripture vanished. Black-level Demon Blade vanished. Black-level Buddha Palm vanished. Black-level Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin vanished.

Yang Hao explained: “No, acupuncture only temporarily paralyzes part of the body—like if I strike your shoulder’s Yunmen point, your arm can’t lift, but you can still run and jump.”

Only when Ji Rou faintly heard someone stifling laughter did she realize she was being mocked—she was so furious she wanted to storm out on the spot.

No sooner had Zhang Le finished speaking than Hua Yi and the others surged forward, blocking the path of Liu Wanpeng and his group.

Su Li knew well that her current status didn’t even qualify her to be friends with them—there was no point in daydreaming.

He’s a stranger, yet I feel I’ve seen him before—his face, his aura... “Are you...” fleeting shadows flashed through my mind.

Realizing her words had swayed the crowd, Su Li finally exhaled in relief—so long as morale didn’t plummet, that was enough.

“Do you know how much I hate you? I want to tear you apart, grind your bones to dust—but circumstances won’t allow it. I can’t kill you.” I couldn’t see my own expression, but I could imagine it was utterly despairing.

“The Commander has his reasons—our job is just to obey,” another Dark Clan warrior said.

“Lord Tianchen, Senior Shangguan—what brings you here?” Zhan Qiang walked in, smiling.

Before his words faded, several faint whistling sounds pierced the air—Bai Xue swiveled her waist, her long sleeves sweeping casually, knocking down seven or eight tiny hidden projectiles.

“Ah.” With a long, weary sigh, an unusual skeleton slowly rose from the river’s surface, emerging from the boundless sea of skulls—every one of them regarded him with reverence and fear.

“Really? You make cosmetics too!” Jiao Mengyao stared, dumbfounded—Zhao Yan was too incredible; there was nothing he couldn’t do.

“I’m fine—I can still hold on,” Ming Shiying whispered, his hands constantly shifting seals upon the lotus.

He was now channeling all his primordial energy to repair his body’s damage, but the effect remained minimal—even with full effort, he couldn’t restore it to its original state.

Although Zhen Qian disliked slavery, he divided the island’s entire population into three classes—the third class being the lowest, mostly refugees from Wa Country—but Zhen Qian also gave them a path to improve their status.

This incident was like a boulder cast into water—shaking the entire Shenxiao Continent: Xie Qing of the Blade Valley had slain his own master and escaped from the hands of Yuan Zong’s Patriarch; and most wildly rumored of all was that Xie Qing possessed an extraordinary necklace.