Chapter 513: Who the Hell Are You Calling Not Human?

As his cultivation improves, the Tyrant Blade Technique will grow ever stronger, eventually rivaling a Heaven-grade martial art.

If he had sensed it even a moment later, even his intervention might not have been enough to suppress the Chaos Force within Ye Chen.

“Don’t panic, they’re just looking.” Wu Yang lifted his head, utterly unconcerned.

I asked him if he regretted it. He said yes—from the very beginning. What could I do then?

But seeing Lu Shiqi choking badly, Holly Rosci sighed, swam over to her side, and grabbed her arm.

Wild shouts echoed through the hall; fluorescent glow sticks flailed in the dark, countless lights flickering across the venue, forming a dazzling spectacle.

Since the four rogue cultivators had been inspected, everyone had lost interest in the remaining candidates.

The tribes had no intention of stirring up trouble; they merely feared Zhang Shuo would follow Wang Jun’s example and exterminate them. Seeing Zhang Shuo arrive with minimal escort, they had no fear he would kill them—wasn’t this proof of sufficient trust? The tribes were deeply moved and responded in kind, fully settling down.

At this moment, Hui Kong, Chen Yuexiang, and others also moved. Zong Qingfeng, Zhang Zichen, and other sect’s peerless masters watched from the sidelines, waiting for their chance to act.

As she spoke, Jiang the nursemaid pulled out a silver needle as if by magic, and with a soft *plop*, plunged it into Gongnan Zihan’s fingertip. Gongnan Zihan let out a muffled groan.

When Luo Qingcheng heard Long Hao was going alone, she felt something was off—her heart buzzed like a magnet pulling in all directions, unmoored and unsettled.

After a family drunkenly cursed Ming Mi a few times, Ming An—who often frequented brothels and taverns—found out and, under the leadership of the Marquis of Changping, smashed every door of that household in all four directions.

“Fuck! Trying to get me killed? I didn’t sell my life for your money!” Huang Fei charged forward, lunging straight at Nian Fang and Jiang Guo, determined to teach them a brutal lesson.

“You think there are golden monsters in there?” Mo Xuan pointed at the massive earthen castle ahead.

Of course, Jiang Qixuan knew exactly what Tan Wujin intended. Seeing Tan Wujin’s manner and movements, he understood his goal—but he was too lazy to expose him.

Fortunately, during the race with that Dacia sedan, they had already run from the power plant to the map’s center; otherwise, they would have died in the poison mist long ago.

She seemed to see a brilliant, future-bound youth suddenly having his wings broken, slammed to the ground, and crushed into the mud— Congcibiandexingdanyingzhi .

After returning home that night, Long Hao and Luo Qingcheng shared the clues they’d uncovered in the past two days. Luo Qingcheng then picked up the printed photos on the coffee table, studied them, and found them highly plausible.

Zhou Yi glanced at Miao Nan and shook his head—he guessed the girl was scared, otherwise she wouldn’t act like this.

She had observed for a long time, countless opportunities to kill Duan Mo and the others, but had always hesitated out of fear of Doudou. Now that Doudou was gone, no one could threaten her anymore. Bu loniya fired without hesitation at the helmet.

But Lu Hongzhe and the others deliberately caused trouble, swaying their bodies back and forth on the mat. Since the mat had no support—only a few staff holding it to prevent drifting—any slight movement disrupted the entire surface.

“Thank you!” Yoon’s sister said, then apologized again: “Leave it for Yoon to clean up tomorrow morning.” She betrayed her sister without mercy.

Thus, most of the three thousand guests dispersed; only nearly eight hundred remained before Xuanqiong Palace. Eight hundred was still substantial—more than one-fifth of the total.

At the Battle of Thermopylae, three hundred Spartan warriors held the pass, preventing the mighty Persian Empire’s hundreds of thousands from advancing a single step. In just three days, over twenty thousand perished. Only after betrayal did the Spartans finally break—three hundred died, none surrendered.

“That’s it?” A seventh-year newcomer muttered, clearly disappointed they hadn’t seen Huang Bucuan and the others actually fight.

*Crack!* The next instant, an invisible, solidified space appeared before Wang Yichen. The mutant spirit dragon leader’s lightning strike hit the barrier and instantly bounced back, slamming into itself.

By now, most had taken their seats, and the banquet had only just begun; no one had yet stepped out to smoke or avoid drinks. Only Lu Weimin and Ma Juncheng remained awake.

But since they had already moved out, Fang Jinyan naturally wouldn’t oppose it—otherwise, bringing it up later would be like slapping his own face.

After chatting a while, they went to wash up and gathered with Che Taehyun, Kim Juhak, and others to talk.

Xu Yinglong knew the man was finished—his final strike had utterly shattered the bastard’s consciousness. Even if the man hadn’t been physically injured, it wouldn’t matter—he was now a complete idiot.

The re-refined Nine-Transmutation Pills were more subdued than newly crafted Jipin Nine-Transmutation Pills, and their effects should be even more pronounced.

The bus pulled away. Lin Jia searched for a seat while waving out the window at Liu Yi. Amid the fading lights, the tall boy—over 1.8 meters—smiled and waved back.

You constantly claim not to care about Chu Yun’s life or death—but every time Chu Yun faces danger, aren’t you the first to watch closely?

“Father, you hit me! You hit me for some country bumpkin! I hate you!” He turned and ran off.

Perhaps this early morning self-study set a good tone, or perhaps the clear weather and the vitality outside the window inspired the students striving for different dreams—morning classes were light and efficient.