Chapter 455: The Unparalleled Destiny Is Terrifying

Just as everyone thought Ma Jun would be the first to reach the finish line, the dice rolled forward once more.

After learning this, Ye Nanshan suddenly understood—no wonder Wu Tong never ate at noon; though he didn’t know Wu Tong’s cultivation level, low-grade Source Cultivators only needed one meal a day, and if Wu Tong was indeed a cultivator, one meal a day would suffice.

It wasn’t because he’d shared a bed with Wu Tong, but because he needed to get off the bed quickly—otherwise, if Wu Tong found out, he’d likely be left crippled.

Princess? Shen Wanxin was nearly furious enough to smoke—this vile woman had somehow become a princess overnight?

Lu Jiaoyi couldn’t bear to listen any longer; even though she knew the Mu family and Ge Qingyun were just babbling without understanding the situation, she could no longer remain silent.

As Wen’s Company was doomed to fail, the moment it collapsed, everyone rushed to claim their share.

This was Wu Mian’s first time absorbing soul energy in front of others; he took a deep breath and saw everyone staring at him in astonishment.

"Drink the father-son wine, and you’re officially part of my pirate crew—treasure this father-son cup well~ It’s the symbol of our pact," Charlotte Linlin said with half-lidded eyes, her tone heavy with meaning.

Chen Feng and Li Shuyu exchanged glances, both seeing despair in each other’s eyes; under these circumstances, staying here meant being burned alive, but opening the door meant facing four invincible ghosts—there was no way out, and the situation seemed utterly hopeless.

The atmosphere shifted abruptly; though Mihawk’s name inspired fear, the Cat Claw Pirates would never allow him to threaten their captain on their own turf.

He gripped the funnel, inserting the curved spout into the old man’s throat, then lifted the bowl of medicine—the large, pitch-black decoction poured entirely into the funnel. The old man struggled, but with so many holding him down, his strength faded, and he lay still like a dead fish.

Brilliant firework-like flames danced across the sky at this apex; the flames surged upward, and to outsiders gazing at this point, the sight was even more shocking—though it appeared to rise into the heavens from the perspective of the Dragon God Artemis, to outsiders, it was not so.

Zhou Heng tapped his fingers on the table; nothing is more dangerous than connection—upon careful reflection, he grew increasingly suspicious: could the gem tree have merely been Zhu Bingxiang’s temporary expedient?

Wudingguo glanced at Wang Mu, stepping backward as he pulled off the necklace he’d worn around his neck all along.

Yet when they stepped out of the forest that day and saw the flood, they turned back—and the forest they had just walked through had vanished.

The news came from the underground fighting arena; this Beiling County sat at the border between the Zhou family and the Qingmu Sect. Though officially under Qingmu’s jurisdiction, due to their alliance, the Zhou family had long been secretly infiltrating it.

Instantly, nearly half of the Cooking King livestream’s fifty thousand viewers descended en masse into Jiang Tianyue’s livestream.

When he returned to the inn, he found Su Zili frantically searching every corner. Upon hearing the terrible news, she nearly collapsed—she hadn’t heard a single sound, and now, frantic and furious, her eyes burned red as she grabbed her sword and stormed out.

In truth, ordinary Hollows possess only physical damage; such ghostly abilities are not something ordinary Hollows can wield—only the elite can.

Lin Mu flipped idly through the Yun Ling Jue in his hands, not rushing to cultivate, but placing it aside on the table; then he reached into his chest and pulled out the strange jade, examining it closely.

Jin Xiangdi naturally agreed—he’d learned from Ru Wei that one should not leave until a stable spirit chamber was built, for once departed, the already unstable chamber would dissolve.

“Wife’s knowledge is growing ever deeper! Let me kiss you.” Yang Feng hugged Dong Yuxin and smacked a kiss on her cheek.

Huang Jianchen now resembled a demonic god, floating midair, torrents of emerald-green, chilling flames surging from his body.

“The missile base must be inside this mountain—Simitida ran here because he has some advantage,” Nannan speculated.

“This is troublesome—we don’t have sea tribes or undead,” Gong Sunmeng sighed; if so, they could only wait passively, gathering strength only when the undead or sea tribes appeared—otherwise, they could only wait.

Fang Ming bid farewell to GM Dawei and entered the cave. Level one to ten had the fewest people; treasures and chests here did not respawn and held no value, making levels one through ten completely safe.

All these members of the Demon Refining Organization were sent from the Divine Realm on missions, and naturally carried many items.

Qin Dajiang, unable to retrieve his silver spear, retreated swiftly, slashing at Wu Yifan’s wrist with one palm, then sweeping out a leg as he shifted his stance—defending while attacking.

Wu Ming said: “Killing is a craft—three parts skill, six parts strategy, one part luck. I trust your abilities—you’d never be foolish enough to charge straight at him and stab him.”

In the dimness, the three cautiously groped forward, fortunately encountering no aggressive underwater creatures—but even so, it consumed much time.

“Has Mingyan returned here?” Wang Buliu asked with a stern face, dead serious—but his serious expression somehow made him look like he’d come looking for trouble.

Upon hearing the name, many were startled, all turning to look at Mu Yunzhi—only to find him still eating; the spiritual dishes on the table were nearly all gone.

I swear by heaven, Senior Ma’s personnel dossier on Wang Yuetian was complete and unaltered in any way.

As Wen Taishi listened, his brow furrowed tighter, yet recalling his master’s earlier advice, he unconsciously began to agree.

In the real world, Mu Yunzhi’s aura gradually faded, returning to how it had been before. Wu You was now thoroughly disappointed; though she still cared for Mu Yunzhi, she now seemed somehow less lively than before.

Ye Yixia. Don’t even think about it. Unless the other half of your wedding is me, your wedding isn’t a wedding at all.

Moreover, Qianqian suddenly realized he had been slowly falling into the other’s verbal trap.

After passing the ball, Mo Xi didn’t stop—he immediately moved to the free-throw line; Thomas turned to pass, and Nowitzki was still under the basket—Mo Xi was wide open.