Volume 1, Chapter 120: A Show of Force on the First Day? Chen Pingchuan: Who's Afraid of Whom?

For them, the Cloud Saint Sect represented a heaven-sent opportunity; once they crossed those mountain gates, the trajectory of their lives would be transformed beyond recognition.

Nine people disguised themselves as a bereaved family escorting several children to seek refuge with relatives in Li Capital. After traveling a hundred miles outside Liulin City, they switched to a large beast-drawn carriage, with Sanbao serving naturally as both servant and guard.

"Open the nutrient tank and insert the energy stones!" Professor Weiss’s eyes began to radiate a scorching intensity once again.

Some soldiers beat their chests in grief, while others wept openly. The God of War they once revered was now nothing more than a spineless wretch—a useless, rot-gut drunkard! From this moment on, I fell from the status of a widely worshipped "god" back to the mortal realm, suddenly stripped of my divinity and returned to my true, human self.

"How is this possible? The God Lord clearly stated that even if they truly managed to create a 'god,' it would at most possess the cultivation of the Yuan Gathering stage. How could it possibly surpass me?" The Sun Messenger was shaken beyond measure, his gaze toward Shenye becoming guarded.

Lan Xi’s face flushed red and then paled; she did not know how to explain. Calling her "Director Lan" over and over—was he not just teasing her?

I am truly depressed. I don’t know if she is Murong Shanshan or not, and she doesn't reply to my messages, as if she doesn't even know where to check them.

At a critical juncture, the soul fragment left to Sanbao by Lao Bing saved his life. To ensure Sanbao’s safety before he entered the space channel, Lao Bing had spared no cost to his own soul to leave behind a relatively powerful fragment, specifically to protect Sanbao should he face a life-or-death crisis.

"Elder Ruan, he—he killed the Fifth Elder and the Eighth Elder! You must uphold justice for us!" Qiu He instantly leaped behind Elder Ruan while shouting viciously at Sanbao.

A Martial Arts Grandmaster is one who integrates various techniques to forge their own path, embodying their martial spirit in every word and deed—never yielding, never fearing. Their combat prowess is double, or even several times greater, than that of an ordinary master.

Yue Qi felt ashamed. In truth, few of those speaking were actually women; it was mostly a bunch of uncouth men causing trouble. Even those who were women were not worth a second glance. The ones who were truly infatuated with Yue Qi stared at him with longing, as if trying to see right through him.

"Heh, heh, heh. You bunch of blockheads are truly naively stupid. You couldn't even see through such a simple trap, yet you thought about finding trouble with your grandfather, the Bear Child? Is your lack of common sense that severe?"

"This? Could it be that Su Ping has broken through? Otherwise, how could he stand in the void?" On the observation platform of the main city tower, the three elders, who had been unable to discern the situation within the dust cloud surrounding Su Ping and Long Zaitian, were shocked to see Su Ping floating there.

As the various clan disciples flooded onto the platform, the figure standing with his back to them slowly turned around.

Li Lian watched Zhen Tao walk away just like that, leaving her lying on the ground. She wondered if he was even a man at all. Feeling aggrieved, she cried out in pain even louder, perhaps hoping to catch his attention.

If they could take down the High Class three-to-zero today, it would mean that since Yue Qi joined the 28th Class, they would have won the championship with an undefeated record.

At this moment, Master Wu thought of a fact he could not ignore: the Fighting Victorious Buddha, invincible across the three realms, had chosen Xiao Ruoli from among billions of living beings, placing him within his own body to heal, and eventually taking him as a disciple. Was this truly just an accident, or a coincidence?

As they exchanged toasts, the conversation shifted to the war. Li Yu looked troubled and filled with anxiety.

The Fantian Continent is divided into five regions: East, South, West, North, and the center. The five sects that dominate the continent have profound foundations, a large part of the reason why they remain standing.

As long as Ruoli’s heart did not die and his blood remained hot, perhaps, after giving it his all, there might yet be an unexpected harvest.

Just as Liu Ziyue was lost in thought, a crisp sound of shattering roof tiles echoed above, followed by the rustling of tumbling gravel. Startled back to reality, Liu Ziyue sat up abruptly and turned her head to look, only to see a masked figure in black tight-fitting attire leaping down from the roof.

The faint, ghostly shadow knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times before turning into a wisp of smoke and slipping directly into Master Wuyue’s cassock.

Gudelian suddenly leaned in closer, his warm pheromones rushing against the fine hairs on Ji Xiaoxiao’s face. Her hairs, uselessly, stood on end and fluttered in the air.

Miaoyun stroked his beard, raised his eyebrows, and chuckled, "If it’s stirred up, then let it be stirred up." If not for this incident, the Virtuous Princess would never have discovered that.

"You, you really need to be taught a lesson," the Virtuous Prince said, lying on his side next to Liu Ziyue with his clothes on, tapping her nose with a helpless expression. This girl—the lesson she learned from the Old Man of Mechanisms clearly wasn't enough.

It was only because of his mother’s suffering and her death that he could never move past that emotional barrier.

"If the Princess finds this place insufficiently quiet, I have another residence in the city," Wei Lin said.

"As for Master Huang, I will clear your name. Once you have transferred the Huang family’s assets, come to receive your next mission..." Yu Jie said.

Suddenly, Zhang Jie stumbled, and she immediately pulled down the neckline of her shirt, intentionally exposing the snowy white skin of her chest for Lin Feng to see.

After taking down the sentry with a single shot, Lin Feng did not recklessly charge out. In his view, the others would inevitably come out to investigate, and when they did, he would continue to pick off those carrying guns. Through his scope, he could see with absolute clarity who was armed and who was not.

Niu Gensheng sang at the top of his lungs, the phoenix arrived! The peacock fanned its tail? A hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix! A morning sun slowly rose! With the rooster’s crow, the world turned white. Niu Gensheng fell from the clouds and awoke—was it just another dream? Would that he could stay in such a dream and never wake; for was not the dream more enchanting than reality itself?