Chapter 95

Damn, is the commentator telling the truth? NXG’s boss is actually the top player in the national server?

Wuhu, the fully evolved NXG—just one thing: I have no idea how IG could possibly win.

NXG > PE > IG!

By the way, the guy upstairs’s team comparison formula? That’s exactly when JM was on the field—PE got crushed like a stray dog kicked to death.

I can’t even imagine what Ming’s BP will look like after this.

Fortunately, Nangong Zhehua was blessed with fortune—he stumbled upon a glimmer of life hidden within the thunder calamity, turned the tide, and endured the assault of forty-nine thunder dragons.

“Lord Bai, no need to say more—I won’t go back with you, and I have no accomplices. I have urgent matters—let’s meet again another day!” The black-clad man spoke coldly, then dragged his wounded body and leapt away.

“Good, good,” the Immortal nodded, utterly unconcerned with Lang Yu’s posture. Clearly, he’d never been a master before—damn, he’d just come here to have fun! Looking at that annoying face, Lang Yu silently cursed inside.

He appeared rough and crude, yet still took the time to repeatedly thank the two of them—this surprised Alan.

“But I must remind you—all of you—don’t make the barrier too large during practice; after all, this is technically indoors.” Professor Wagbaen sheathed his wand, stepped down from the podium, and began walking among the students.

“Hello? Who is it?” Situ Xuan fumbled blindly on the bed, grabbed his phone, and answered it half-asleep.

Since he’d been discovered, Yuan Chen no longer hid. He casually neutralized Yang Jie’s aura, stepped out from the shadows with a smile, his expression calm and utterly unruffled.

The faint flutter of his nostrils caught the scent of a rose beneath the eaves in the opposite corner—the fragrance sweet, the dew light and fresh.

“This time, when we strike the Ru Ru people, we must hurt them badly—but also preserve our strength. Don’t act rashly. Absolutely no lone assaults. Do you all understand?” He suddenly roared.

In the afternoon, a Rolls-Royce was parked at the entrance of District Seven in Dexiang. From the car stepped not only Lin Zeming, but also Li Yan.

“I’m fine, just need some rest.” After Yun Feiyang’s question, Qin Fan took a moment to struggle up from the ground, then quickly swallowed a Huangyuan Healing Pill.

The Eastern and Central Theaters matched the Dark God Clan and Ten Thousand Beasts God Clan with equal forces, merely holding them back so they couldn’t reinforce the Western Theater. Meanwhile, the Western Theater had gathered at least sixty percent of the current Yan Huang Clan’s forces and launched a full-scale offensive against the Angel God Clan.

The Sword Demon spoke again: “Spare no one.” Those three words brimmed with endless killing intent. He would show no mercy to the Dugu family’s Heavenly Sovereigns—but if those Dugu Heavenly Sovereigns showed wisdom, he had no need to slaughter them all.

Xiao Ling hadn’t expected Ling Yue to say something like that—her cheeks flushed red, yet her inner worries eased considerably.

“I hope to find information about the Ninefold Chaos Nation—why this young man is so strong.” Ji Ning carefully examined, and what he noticed first were those emerald-green flying swords—three hundred and sixty in total, each radiating invisible sword intent.

Yet, in that brief moment of his contemplation, Han Feng suddenly unleashed an aura so shocking it startled the Emperor of Annihilation.

Fang Yun was truly stunned—tens of thousands of elite troops from the expeditionary force, over ten figures on the level of Lord Tianwu—and yet someone had infiltrated here and slashed the army’s banner in half. It was unimaginable.