Chapter 410: No Way, Big Brother, Are You That Weak?

When brothers are united, their strength can cut through metal.

Eight characters flashed repeatedly in Dou Changsheng’s mind.

But the next moment, cruel reality shattered those eight words—what kind of joke is this?

This cheap older brother cares about Qing Luan, not Dou Changsheng.

But can Dou Changsheng even command that ancestral monster, Qing Luan?

Once the great battle begins, Dou Changsheng’s bluff of borrowing power will be exposed, and then this cheap older brother will

Ignacio watched Su Bai’s solitary figure on the training ground and nodded silently—at least, no one could match his diligence.

Across a distance, their gazes met; Lu Yu was startled for an instant, then smiled back at him.

“No big deal—just grab a few more jugs of Son of Heaven Xiao.” Gu Feixue waved her hand dismissively.

Mu Jiufeng may act carefree daily, but he knows right from wrong; the fact he’s so reluctant to speak now suggests he’s hit some serious trouble.

Two years ago, Chu Qin learned that Gu Liyou was his full younger brother, and began deliberately drawing closer to Gu Liyou and Ye SiLi’s group.

SiLi felt something was odd about her grandfather today, but couldn’t pinpoint what—it was just that, knowing Liyou would now live in Yu Gong Mansion, she was overjoyed.

Live streamer Huang Jianxiang mocked the riverbed team for still using such primitive long-pass and direct-attack tactics.

Chen Yifan could see he wore a name tag—this was a sales agent here, named Lu Ren Yi.

Throughout, Yuan Yue in the living room never turned around, instead staring intently at the electronic screen as content continuously flashed across it.

Then the two paced back and forth at the prison gate, occasionally glancing to see if the gate had opened.

Just as everyone watched in shock, Long Hao’s heart lurched—he instinctively sidestepped.

Niu Dongxiang reached into her chest, fumbled for a moment, then pulled out two half-moon-shaped objects glowing with silver light.

After confirming Liu Xiaoyu’s cultivation had reached the Divine Communication realm without issue, Chen Fan and Wu Zimeng genuinely rejoiced for her.

Fortunately, at the last moment, the Demon Sovereign and Ghost Lord used their lifetime of cultivation to form a barrier, saving them.

“More words are useless.” Yan Tong spoke casually, then leapt forward, heading straight toward the mountain where Qing Bo stood.

“Now do you believe me? Don’t you see they weren’t following us on purpose?” Gu Xueqiao said smugly—she’d finally been smart once; how could she be wrong?

“Stop pretending you don’t know—it was you who shattered my disciple token!” Niu Dan retorted angrily.

With Yan Tong’s departure, the convergence point of the ten thousand sword rays naturally settled upon Long Hao.

Moreover, the demon race has remained silent for so many years, yet chose precisely this moment to stir up trouble—too much of a coincidence.

They didn’t inflict any real harm, so even if police are called, punishment won’t be severe.

With her shout, everyone around began cheering and waving their arms; suddenly, the words “Marry him!” echoed throughout the set.

It showed only Ning Shu’s profile—faint dimples, long eyelashes, hair slightly disheveled by the breeze.

Tang Lin didn’t answer him, but asked: “Do you know where the demon lion went?” Though curious about the air attribute, he wasn’t truly surprised—he’d long grown accustomed to unusual attributes, having two powerful ones himself.

In that case, it’s no surprise the Rong family gave up so easily.

“Bai Yi is doing this for your own good! Professionals are always better! Just listen to Bai Yi!” Xu’s mother worried for her son, but seeing Bai Yi’s genuine concern, she felt reassured.

Jiang Youxuan heard Tang Lin’s laughter and shot him a furious glare. Tang Lin, still laughing, felt her gaze and stopped, coughing twice.