Chapter 433

Dead.

Tuoba Baoyu, ranked sixty-fifth on the Earth List.

Could he really have died so casually?

Countless onlookers stared in disbelief at this scene.

Everyone had expected a spectacular battle—back-and-forth exchanges, not just a clash of techniques but a collision of wits, with twist after twist culminating in an extraordinary showdown.

But no one anticipated that from start to finish

Ruan Ruan let out a light laugh, downed the last sip of Red Bull, and, leveraging the persona the guild had given her, dropped a few curses—getting fired for violating rules would be effortless.

Chi Tu accelerated downward, tilting its head up to look at her; the Ghostfire Sword lying across its body was riddled with notches, resembling a saw.

“Whether they complete the mission or not, leaving now means exposing their faces—isn’t that the point?” Gongcheng asked.

Seeing the store grow restless at his arrival, Hulk proudly struck several hip-hop poses, triggering another round of screams.

The captain’s gaze behind the smoke was deep, while the other two looked utterly confused. Though their memories were identical, their professional expertise was entirely different.

She began mumbling incantations again, and Ling Long stepped back—suddenly feeling something press against her waist.

Adjacent to the teaching zone was the sports zone—named as such because it was dedicated solely to sports, with every conceivable athletic activity available.

Although the time he was struck by lightning felt like an eternity, that scene of fighting side by side felt as if it had happened yesterday, vivid and clear.

Compared to the turbid energy outside, the turbid energy within was as thick as liquid; everything inside the building was submerged in viscous turbid energy, lifeless and suffocating, filling the space.

But whether out of rigor or competition, Su Rui forcibly dragged Tony into the lab to begin another round of “consultation.”

“Don’t worry, he won’t dare do anything to you,” Ye Kaicheng said, squeezing Xu Zuoyan’s hand reassuringly.

The martial artists from the Jianghu also stepped back again, eagerly clearing space for Ye Feng. Ye Feng faced Duan Yanqing and the other two directly, sword in hand, a sharp sword aura suddenly erupting from his body.

“If you want to know how it’s different, come over and I’ll tell you,” Ye Kaicheng gestured to Xu Zuoyan, but Xu Zuoyan firmly shook his head.

Zhang Xiaofeng, seeing Ziyan’s sarcastic expression, immediately flushed with embarrassment.

Ye Feng’s heart jolted—he’d wondered why an unknown supreme expert had suddenly appeared in the Jianghu. Now he knew who the black-cloaked man was: Xiao Yuanshan, Qiao Feng’s biological father. No wonder he looked so much like Qiao Feng and possessed such formidable martial arts.

He was here just to experience university classes, not to actually attend them; walking through campus, Su Yang felt everything was quite relaxed.

“She invited me in for a sit, but I said I had things to do and came back,” Ye Kaicheng said without any concealment, speaking plainly.

After his initial shock, Tie Mo’s aged face regained a measure of calm, then he spoke to Zhang Xiaofeng.

He said “beautiful,” not “good.” There are plenty of men with good physiques—he himself has an excellent one—but Bai Zihua is different. Bai Zihua’s physique gives the impression of beauty—striking beauty, more beautiful than merely good physiques, almost like an artwork.

If you’re not leaving, why hide it from me? Why do you always disappear without warning? When you have something to do, can’t you just tell me?

“Master!” After Mu Qiu successfully pledged allegiance, he suddenly heard a childlike voice speak. Mu Qiu paused, uncertainly asking, “Are you the spirit of this ship?” “Yes, Master!” “What level of magic treasure is this ship?” It even has a spirit?