62 Falling in Love

The young man calmly waved his hand, signaling the attendants to withdraw. He held a rolled-up, ancient-looking scroll in his hand, a trace of coldness lingering on his handsome face.

"Why? Are you afraid of failure?" Cao Cao asked with a hint of surprise on his face. Could it be that he had misjudged him earlier?

After the scandal involving Lin Xi over suspected murder and two-timing blew up completely, his Weibo followers plummeted to one million overnight, successfully turning him into the entertainment industry's champion of losing fans.

"Take me... away from here." With a weak voice, Mishu glanced at the bloodstains welling up in the palm of his hand and spoke to Meris.

Whether it was Lu Cheng or the nation behind him, both possessed abundant resources to assist these refugees. Moreover, the "happiness" generated by these refugees could help Lu Cheng restore the magic power within the Holy Crystals.

Unlike his younger son, Meng Shan saw a glimmer of pity in Gu Yao's eyes, which startled him inwardly. Could this child possibly know about those private matters of the Zheng family?

"You'll have to wait a moment, Contractor." The panther gave Lu Ling a rather devastating answer; it turned out that the panther's spatial teleportation had a cooldown period.

After all, within this space, the stronger Nangong Mingzhu's strength was, the more beneficial it would be for everyone. Otherwise, without defeating the Seven Beast Kings of the Flame Realm, everyone would perish within the Fighting Spirit Pagoda.

This was Suzuki Ryo's desperate counter-attack launched for the sake of victory—a powerful strike delivered without the same sense of urgency and awareness that neither he nor Miyuki Kazuya had clearly recognized, thereby allowing him to complete this desperate comeback.

A man like him could converse with great scholars and wits effortlessly, and even if Mount Tai were to collapse before him, he would not show the slightest trace of tension.

A fierce, air-rending sound struck from behind as the burly, broad-shouldered man raised a heavy broadsword and slashed down fiercely.

Hearing the knock on the door, Fu Chen walked over in a leisurely manner and opened it, looking slightly stunned when he saw Old Hei and the two others.

Upon hitting the baseball flying from the pitcher's mound, Goto Takashi knew that a hit was guaranteed, and immediately dropped his bat to begin running the bases.

From this, it appeared that the spiritual energy within the Primordial Spirit Realm varied in accordance with the concentration of spiritual energy in the external world.

The mercenaries who were hit—even though they wore bulletproof vests—were forcefully pierced by the thrown javelins, and vines immediately began to spread from their wounds, plunging them into a state of immobilization.

The unlucky demon examinee with green scales around his neck stared with tear-filled eyes, his lips trembling for a long time without being able to utter a word.

Although she had not heard these two voices for many years, hearing them now still sent a shudder through her entire body, and that vivid, lingering feeling instantly welled up in her heart.

Well, after kicking out, Gao Yaran was stunned herself, clearly not expecting herself to be so impulsive.

Pau Gasol pressed up against Yang Den, denying him the opportunity to easily turn and dribble. Yang Den maintained control of the ball, ensuring the possession was not lost.

Throughout the process, the others intentionally or unintentionally paid attention to Yi Nian, finding that she showed no emotional change whatsoever upon the mention of Shen Zhizhuo, and continued serving food to everyone as usual.

Occasionally, one or two powerful attacks shattered the protective barrier, yet when they struck the divine armor, they failed to stir even the slightest ripple.

Yingzi felt that something was amiss. What did President Zhao mean by this? If he wanted money, she could give him money; did he really want this video of a person to be exposed to the public?

"That is truly a great pity." The owner of the voice emitted a deeply melancholic emotion, yet to the young man, it carried an inexplicable allure that instinctively made him abandon the food before him and look up toward the source of the voice.

Electrical currents surged across the entire flat ground, countless flashes of lightning darted back and forth, and blinding white light pierced through the chaotic clouds, dispersing the gusting winds within the ravines.

"Remember to show me the photos once they're developed. I have some matters to attend to, so I'll take my leave first." Zhao Chengping smiled and bid farewell to the Zheng siblings.

Zhao Chengping gazed at the bloody garments, pondering numerous possibilities only to dismiss them one by one. Regrettably, his ability did not allow him to discern past events through objects.

First came the introduction of the Heat players. The moment Wade, Shaq, and the others stepped onto the court, they were immediately greeted with fierce boos—clearly, the stronger one's prowess, the louder the jeers.

"Actually, regardless of whether the mister regrets it now or not, the Empire will not let him go." Ying Qin did not seem afraid of Gai Nie at all.

Upon hearing this, Tang Yaotian muttered inwardly: "A tournament for cultivators?" A moment later, a flash of recollection crossed his mind. There were two types of tournaments in the cultivation world: one for novice cultivators, and the other for seasoned cultivators.

"Big brother, look at him! Even after being demoted to a menial laborer, he still looks so happy—I simply can't stand it!" Shao Dingcheng's words were always biting and sarcastic; fearing that their master might overhear, he lowered his voice.

Just like that, Tang Yaotian gained the upper hand for a brief moment, but Biyue clearly would not let him have his way. After a short while, her fingernails instantly elongated, and her body became wreathed in trails of white airflow. Tang Yaotian could distinctly sense the baleful, demonic aura emanating from her opponent.

Good fortune is cultivated through one's deeds, not merely begged for. This was how she advised others, and how she consoled herself as well.

"Click, click, click"—with another round of shifting gears, the platform forged from refined steel split apart with absolute precision, dividing into eight petals that unfolded outward like blossoming flowers to reveal a silver membrane. As the platform fragments shifted, a lingering blue light cast dancing ice splinters and dazzling radiance all around.

"Elder Daona, is everything ready?" Xue Linglong asked, turning to an old man beside her.

Lightning never strikes twice in the same place—he was implying that he would not give himself a second chance to make a mistake, which was why the Myriad Treasure Bag had been crafted with the same principle.

As for what kind of arrangement it would be, no one knew just yet, and precisely because of this, everyone looked forward to it all the more.

In the Huaxia nation, West Mountain was a forbidden zone second only to the Red Wall, where no special privileges were permitted for anyone. Aside from bigwigs whose status and standing reached a certain echelon, no one was allowed to bring their bodyguards inside.

Everyone instantly felt a chill run down their spines, a rush of cold air surging from the soles of their feet straight to the crown of their heads, raising goosebumps all over their bodies.

The Dao of Combat tournament adopted a double-elimination format. After several days, the tournament results were roughly as follows: Heavenly Court ranked last, Buddhism sixth, Chan teaching fifth, Jie teaching sixth—wait, Jie teaching fourth—while the Witch cult and Demon cult tied for third. Now, only the match between the Martial Dao sect and the Human teaching remained to contend for the supreme throne.

All of this occurred in a mere instant. The few people watching the battle from afar were dumbfounded, completely oblivious to what had just transpired.

Faced with this, Di Xin felt no panic whatsoever; instead, he found it entirely natural. After all, the path of an emperor is always paved with whitening bones, a realm where the strong prey upon the weak. If I do not kill him, he will kill me.

Faced with the adoration of numerous armored soldiers, Zhao Yun remained composed, though her delicate face flushed slightly, revealing a hint of shyness.