Chapter 158: Seed Competition, the Hidden Master!

Zhang Shan's words left the scientists staring at each other, cold sweat pouring down their foreheads.

Step one of the farmer's stew: add scallions, ginger, garlic, and fennel, stir-fry them together, then finally add the meat.

"Fuck! Are you gonna pin me down for life? If you've got guts, let me go and fight me properly!" Zhuo Yifan cried weakly.

Although Yuan Shu had previously been defeated by Gongsun Zan, he still had over sixty thousand soldiers. This time, he sent them all out—no fewer than ten thousand at each city gate.

Crete lies 130 kilometers south of mainland Greece in the Mediterranean, south of the Aegean Sea, covering an area of 8, 36 square kilometers—it is Greece's largest island. Four kilometers from the coast on Crete stands the city of Knossos, spanning 2. million square meters.

In contrast, Leng Yunfeng's lax posture made it clear he didn't take Tang Xinyi seriously, which only made her angrier—and fully ignited her competitive spirit.

Zhang Shan calmly raised his hand, then aimed it at Chen Biao's forehead. In the latter's disbelief, a sharp *bang* echoed across the empty field.

When Lin Yuhan landed, he immediately struck the man who had just spoken to him—with a casual palm strike, less than three-tenths of his strength—sending the man spitting blood and collapsing to the ground.

You slash with a knife, I parry with a spear; after twenty or thirty exchanges, their weapons still clashed, neither inflicting a single wound.

Liu Biao understood. He said nothing further—he feared Liu Bei, and Liu Yue's words struck deep within him.

The male explosive elementalist entered a mana-protection state, swung his staff, and launched dozens of dark missiles that struck the golden giant, weakening its defense with curse energy.

"Nothing much…" Zhang Yongcheng's face darkened instantly. He rose and walked behind his desk, ignoring him entirely.

But when Gong Sunyi entered and saw Liu Aotian lying on the ground, he exhaled in relief—if Liu Aotian was here, then Lu Yunfei must be nearby too. He checked the surroundings, but found no one.

The open ground had been converted into a playground, covered with faded green plastic turf. Barred equipment like parallel bars were mounted along the wall, and in the corner stood a sandbox filled with pristine white sand.

"Of course not my problem—especially the fact that Queen Mother and Jade Emperor aren't married? I'll make sure to promote that heavily," Huo Xiangkong chuckled.

"Who dares appear as a phantom!" The underworld emissary was clearly a phantom, but Sun Wukong, though aware of their identity, feigned ignorance and barked the accusation.

Lei Ming stiffened, then leapt up instantly—where else could they possibly have gone?

What to do next was simple: Xie Jun tried to shape his ego-consciousness into a bird, flapping its wings with all his might—but he couldn't fly, and there was no air here to support flight.

Afterward, Xiao Shu married but refused to consummate the marriage. Once they quarreled, she vanished for three years. When she returned, she told Emperor Tianlan she had taken a mysterious master as her teacher—once she mastered her master's arts, she could live a thousand years.

Love makes no sense—it simply is. Lian Hanlin ultimately chose to reveal himself. He believed that even if she broke up with Yan Ping, she would never harm him.

Perhaps, for a Saint-class figure like Aitasi, staying here was indeed a waste—but he had abandoned the position of principal to pursue something spiritual. Though she desperately wanted Aitasi's help, she still hadn't decided to ask.

Xia Feng struggled to calm himself, yet his hands kept moving over Tang Yuling's smooth skin—how could he possibly stay calm?

Now, Tai Shi Kun and dozens of officers and mercenary captains stood in the command room atop this gun turret—a vast chamber with nearly 360-degree observation windows, offering clear views of the trenches to the west and north, as well as the scenery inside and outside the city.

"Yes." A young man, around twenty, behind Zai Bu Zhan shouted in response.

In the past, he might have seen his foster father in dreams, but over these years, as his cultivation advanced, he rarely rested in normal sleep. Whenever he wished to see his foster father, he could only do so in memory.

Tang Yiwén giggled foolishly. Though Tang Yuling strictly controlled Tang Yiwén's spending, she still indulged her somewhat—so her lifestyle was far better than that of an ordinary student.

Tai Shi Zhong was proficient in all military strategies and formation diagrams, yet he had no recollection of this particular formation—it was clearly newly created.

"Scum, I'll kill you!" A childish voice rang from outside. Moments later, a twelve-year-old beautiful boy appeared, accompanied by Aierteluqi, the Black and White Knight.

"I won't marry. I'm staying by Big Brother's side forever—I'm never leaving," Qiao Qiao stubbornly shook her head, twisting her body as if sulking.

Some were crushed underfoot, others dissolved by raindrops, and still others died in battle while attacking enemies.

Just as the funeral procession was ready to step out the gate, a loud, rumbling engine roar—distinctive of a high-performance sports car—screamed down the cement road leading straight from the courtyard to the main road.

The dam rose about ten meters above the waterline, blocking the furious torrent of river water rushing downstream.

Far within the cemetery, a massive cloud of dust rose into the sky, blotting out the sun and obscuring everything.

He waved at King Heimu and shouted, "I'm off!" then sprinted toward the forest's edge.

Qin Yibai clenched his teeth, his eyes blazing with murderous intent. He resolved: this time, he would make those henchmen who targeted the Primordial Soul Star pay a terrible price. If possible, he would slaughter them all—without blinking an eye.

When he turned again to Wang Jianqiu, he saw that the man was now wreathed in pure light, chanting true incantations—his entire body radiated divine aura, his hair and beard standing on end, resembling a celestial deity—majestic and awe-inspiring, his presence striking terror into the heart, utterly unlike his usual gentle demeanor.