Chapter 65: Narcissistic Jiang Ke

"How far away is it from us now?" Yagami Yi certainly hadn't mentioned it. He had only heard from Romen about Devourers possessing power beyond S-class ancient species. Although he had previously thought S-class ancient species were just S-class ferocious beasts—sharing the same essence despite the different names—it seemed his initial assumption was mistaken.

Tang Hao couldn't wait to set off. Having conquered three leaderboards and secured two first places and one third place, he had accumulated over two hundred thousand immortal coins, which should be enough to purchase a few stalks.

To be honest, Helis always felt that compared to Tabur, Tabur was much more like a pacifist Earthling.

Zhou Cao looked at the neatly disciplined soldiers of the Yinglong Army, his eyes shining with envy, and a strong urge to try it out for himself stirred within his heart.

The passionate voice echoed through the hall, filling Banina's ears. She wished she were blind and deaf, yet those demonic sounds still pierced through, entering her ears one after another.

A flurry of information flashed across Luo Chen's mind. The acquisition of this intelligence was entirely thanks to the Thousand-Faced Demon Beast. Back then, under Luo Chen's psychic assault, not only did he kill the creature in a single blow, but he also stripped away all of its memories.

No matter how angry the veteran ministers were, peace talks with the Manchus were imperative. Just a few days later, the Persian Empire dispatched envoys to meet with Dorgon for peace negotiations.

The sounds of slaughter and screams shook the heavens; the most primal form of warfare unfolded at this very moment.

And now, since the Indian Banner Qing forces under Jihar had taken the initiative to come out and "make trouble," Chang Shun had only one course of action: ensure not a single one of them could ever return to India.

"Drop out, then. What's so great about that lousy school? It's simply a waste of youth," Yagami Yi sneered.

"Great, a pair of lunatics for a father and son. Running the underworld like the two of you can only happen in Japan. You guys are utterly, shamelessly shameless," Lei said in Mandarin while rubbing his struck cheek, anyway, that clueless chick across from him wouldn't understand.

It was only after venturing quite deep that the thermometer reached a standard that pleased Koshiro. Surprised and delighted, he approached a massive red boulder nearby.

As soon as the two servants saw it was Shen Qingwu, they sheepishly released their grip. Shen Qingwu naturally pulled the forcibly dragged girl behind her.

"Ahem, ahem, let's turn our attention back to the match." Seeing that the commentary was entirely one-sided, Ji Dong felt too embarrassed to delve deeper. He cleared his throat to ease the awkwardness and steered the topic back onto the arena.

Once a country grows strong, it aspires to be the leader; naturally, they are unwilling to let a declining China continue to lead Asia.

"Impossible... How could he possibly release Necrozma by himself? He must be bluffing us with this news, don't fall for it!" shouted a hardline elder.

Although he had learned from the Kalos League that Hoenn had gained the upper hand and taken the initiative, Koshiro did not yet know the specific details of what had occurred in Hoenn during this time.

Without Deputy Division Commander Ma Tang's heartfelt words, he simply and plainly expressed his desire to support Qian Ge.

Ruthless lightning hammered the entire body of Mega Charizard, and smoke filled the entire arena. As the smoke dissipated, Mega Charizard knelt on one knee. Although sheer willpower kept it upright, anyone could see its scarred body.

There was no telling whether anyone was speaking on the other end or not, but Swan, standing so close to him, couldn't hear the slightest sound coming from his phone.

If such a glance could kill, Meng Qing'er would probably have died several times over.

Such activities might seem designed to foster camaraderie among classmates, but many students were reluctant to participate. The weekend was the only time they could truly manage their own schedules, and very few were willing to spend it this way.

Endless fear surged like a breached river, completely occupying Gong Shi'en's mind and causing her to completely lose emotional control.

Just as Ma Ming righteously blurted out Qin Xiang's plight, even Ma Ming himself was stunned. How could he possibly know such things?! But now was not the time to dwell on that.

If there weren't so many people watching, he definitely would have picked up a slipper and beaten that punchable face of Zuo Yunfeng to a pulp.

The loli-voiced player fired two shots in rapid succession, directly knocking down the player who had been spraying her with an AKM.

He knew it! Things that were originally agreed upon so well—why did they change in the blink of an eye? And talking about a lack of fire in the Five Elements; at first glance, it was clearly that sneaky fat man who had meddled.

In other words, before midnight tonight, whether it was Manager Sun or the "Muslim Taoist," both of them would die. This was retribution from the heavens, and no one could escape.

Gong Yu pressed her lips together and darted forward swiftly, accurately grabbing the rapidly descending wooden stick and kicking upward at the man's groin.

This man was dressed in silver armor, wore a sword at his waist, and had a full beard.

The transportation systems in the Lente Kingdom were highly developed, but Yu Zhe didn't like them; he felt they weren't cool enough. He deeply envied those experts who traveled everywhere riding flying beasts, and greatly regretted that a master like his mother actually loved walking and possessed nothing at all.

Yet before he knew of her spatial ability, he had always been helping her. And even after "discovering" it, he never showed the slightest intention of claiming it for himself.

Barcelona had slipped into a downward spiral, and people, clinging to the dogma of historical cycles, offered a prospective outlook on their rise and fall. It seemed people could already witness the crumbling wreckage of the Barcelona dynasty, founded upon the twin trophies of the La Liga and Champions League in 2006.

Only then did Jonk feel a twinge of guilt. Just now, he had been so caught up in celebrating that he forgot to comfort his old friend Podolski. However, Jonk guessed that even if he went to comfort Podolski, the guy wouldn't give him a pleasant expression.

Under the gaze of her forthright friend, she acted on a whim and picked up a delicate lace tablecloth to use as a veil, draping it over her head, looking both comical and ridiculous.

"You have a cold constitution and have been overly fatigued lately. Do you often feel weakness in your limbs and cold hands and feet? Do you wake up startled in the middle of the night with night sweats?" Xiang Lian said slowly. When she spoke this way, she looked completely different from her previous demeanor, appearing much more serious and reliable.

The tennis ball shot out like a cannonball, trailing a pale yellow light behind it, while the faint crimson mixed within it gave off a deadly sense of danger.

Standing nearby, Qian Yin watched the three people kneeling on the ground with a sneer. She closed her eyes briefly, and when she opened them again, her gaze was filled with ruthlessness.

"Your Highness, the Marquis of Pingle's wife received news regarding the Yun family's eldest son and went to Cangcang Mountain. She departed four days ago and sent word to the Princess Consort before leaving, but it was intercepted by the Yun family's steward." Outside the carriage, a man stood with cupped fists, respectfully reporting the news.