Chapter 121: Let Me Tell You a Story

He appeared out of nowhere, startling me so badly that I dropped my phone onto the ground. I hurriedly explained, “Of course not. I was merely expressing my admiration for Second Master.”

Lame Second Master gave a cold snort and laughed ominously. “Is that so? Instead of wasting your time, why not figure out how to improve your sweet-potato-digging technique?” With that, he walked away with his hands clasped behind his back.

After waiting for quite some time, I heard...

With his grandmaster-level cultivation and the special technique he practiced, he could remain underwater for three days and three nights without the slightest problem.

“Do you have any clothes I can borrow? I need to make a trip to the Media College.” Qiao Mu spoke as he rose to his feet.

Cao Fusheng nodded. He was not overly concerned with the matter. Whatever they managed to research would be Bai Qingchu’s achievement, and it had little to do with him. As for what functions it might ultimately serve, they could see later.

“Captain Cao, where are we going now?” Gao Yi scratched his head, somewhat embarrassed to meet Cao Fusheng’s eyes. After all, he had gone a little too far earlier.

As for the cultivators of the Spirit Mountain Realm, there were even more of them, numbering between twenty and thirty thousand. They were farther ahead.

The spot he was looking at was precisely where Meng Man was. At that moment, Meng Man was climbing upward bit by bit with two guards, looking as though every step was a tremendous struggle. The adjutant found it extremely strange as well. Why had Commander Meng Man come here instead of remaining with the troops to direct the entire operation?

It had started as mere coquettishness, but after feeling those vigorous, powerful muscles, a languid, hazy allure crept into it as well.

Yun Mi sat to one side, holding a selfie stick and pointing it at herself, completely absorbed in her livestream.

“That isn’t important. You only need to tell me what outcome you want.” Ye Qingtian answered his question with a question of his own.

Was that Satan truly impossible to resist? Then again, the nine of them had suffered heavy casualties even while fighting him nine against one. There was no reason to believe that simply having more people would be enough to kill Satan.

Yet Yu Wushuang saw them—at least some of those images were deeply familiar to him. Though countless years had passed, the memories remained as vivid as yesterday.

When Zhao Hongde withdrew his consciousness from his body, he stood there in a daze, completely stunned, unable to say a word.

Because this was a birthday celebration, the cake-cutting ceremony, with the guest of honor at its center, was always scheduled relatively late. Therefore, the host had thoughtfully arranged several lounges upstairs, allowing those worn out by the lengthy party to go up and rest.

But Iverson was not that kind of person. He thought, Since death is my only remaining path, why not stake everything on one final gamble?

At that moment, the King was chatting animatedly with the Proxy, listening intently as the Proxy recounted knowledge and experiences he had never heard before. The King enjoyed such things immensely. After all, a king had to understand more of the world and learn about more matters. Otherwise, he was unworthy of being called a truly competent king.

Those words instantly silenced the ability users. It was not merely because Lu Feiyang’s statement made perfect sense; more importantly, his tone carried a chill so cold it seemed capable of killing.

“Of course. The strongest member of your adventurer party is merely an early-stage Upper God. Against this terrifying Beast of Fate, you stand no chance except to be killed in an instant,” a tall, thin man beside them sneered.

Although Lin Feng tried to console himself by telling himself to let fate take its course, how could the vexation and inner turmoil in his heart disappear so easily?

The leaders of the nine great powers exchanged glances, each seeing shock in the others’ eyes. They were far too powerful. None of them was confident he could completely withstand Zhou Ming’s attack, yet Bai Jingtian had defeated Liang Dong with a casual turn of his hand—and defeated him utterly. Without a doubt, Bai Jingtian’s strength had already surpassed that of every one of them.

Wang Biao was currently locked in an empty room in the City Lord’s residence. He was still fast asleep, his expression peaceful, as though he had no idea what was happening outside.