Chapter 128

Don’t grip your racket so tightly—wait until you’re about to hit the ball, then snap your fingers to generate power, Yu Xing. Do you even know what “snapping your fingers” means?

Yu Xing, relax. Use your upper arm to drive your forearm…

Yu Xing listened to Xiao Ying’s serious explanation in the badminton hall, couldn’t help coughing, and corrected her: “That’s called the upper arm; the part below is the forearm. Use the upper arm to drive the forearm. Keep going.”

Liu Wan glanced at Yu Xing and amended: “Use your upper arm—”

Li Lingyi suddenly raised his fist and slammed it into the ground; with a thud, the metal plate sank inward by a large chunk. Seeing this, Ani said nothing, kicked down hard, and with a crack, a hole immediately appeared.

The bald man didn’t ask any more about my father. Since my father went to prison over business troubles, all my buddies knew, and they were all concerned.

“Hey, are you okay?” I saw blood slowly seeping from Hua Wu’s forehead as if she’d been injured.

Shui Qing unlocked the door with her key, stepped inside, and hadn’t even closed it when she finally heard the car engine start. She stepped back slowly, pressing her back against the door, and only when she heard the lock click did she realize her back was slick with sweat.

But here, the Demon Ancestor Luo Hou couldn’t help boasting: he, Hong Jun, and Yang Mei were all born from the Chaotic Demons, yet only Yang Mei devoted himself entirely to unraveling the Chaotic Demon Dao, pushing the Chaotic Space Dao to an unfathomable level, allowing him to roam freely through the spaces of countless worlds.

Now it seemed that, with the Ji Ling Sect and Li Yang Sect no longer blaming each other and no factional battles occurring, the Beast Withering Valley was gradually calming down.

The tone of these words was utterly calm, yet the content was horrifying. Li Lingyi had been prepared to fight to the death, but now it sounded as if the other side didn’t take any of it seriously—everything was merely humans deluding themselves.

“Well said.” Wang Shen nodded repeatedly, secretly astonished: this guy’s persuasion skill tree is fully maxed out. Remarkable.

But the moment he moved, a strange force suddenly yanked him, dragging his body involuntarily toward the center of the dance floor. Princess Sophie let out a startled cry—she too was seized by the same strange force. The power appeared too suddenly; before either could react, they were pulled apart, their clasped hands slipping free.

“You tell me to stop—or tell them to stop? Be clear!” Yun Tianlan heard the shouts behind him, especially Shui Qing’s voice, and felt his patience snap.

After Jun Yan entered, the wooden door automatically closed, and at the same moment, the innkeeper’s voice reached their ears.

After a while, the sandstorm weakened slightly; Qi Fan finally lowered his hand and then saw what had happened ahead.

“How could she say that? Who does she think she is? Acting so haughty. This isn’t even her house to run.” Du Li was clearly provoked by Xia Shiguang’s demeanor just now.

Besides that, she had seen how Feng Yan dealt with enemies: one word out of place, and he’d burn them to ash with a single flame. That powerful fire—how could she not be terrified?

As a weak dynasty that had never risen to strength in the southern lands, the past two centuries had seen it decline to its lowest point, embodying utter desperation. Had the other five nations not intended to use this land as a strategic constraint against rivals, this barren territory would have been carved up long ago.

At first, he didn’t know what was wrong. Not knowing was better; knowing made it worse. He suddenly realized he had become like a tomcat on a hot rooftop.

Hua Jiu found a secluded corner no one noticed, pulled out the half of the Xu Tian Sword, and swung it through the air.

Hua Jiu’s body was charred black, flesh torn and exposed; the demonic lightning still coiled around him, hissing and sizzling as it continued to erode his flesh. The Li Hua Sword in his hand had lost all luster, while the Wu Tong Sword tightly wrapped around his left arm, continuously pumping out vital energy.