Volume 1, Chapter 39: Catching Cheng Muyan in the Act

Taoist Mingyue’s face twitched slightly; whenever the other party called him "Brother Mingyue," it was never for anything good.

Lin Lin was also taken aback. In a Platinum I bracket, it should be possible to match with players ranging from Gold I to Diamond I; it was clearly the rank of this viewer, "Wind Rider Under Heaven," that was too low.

Su Linsa looked on with excitement, yet could only watch helplessly as the Chaos Immortal Venerable opened his palm. The Heaven and Earth Bell, unable to contain its excitement any longer, finally broke free from its shackles and appeared directly in his hand.

Otherwise, back in the day, a single fine horse from Yanbei would not have enticed Zhang Fei to beg Guan Yu for it, unable to put it down.

"How are the arrangements for this afternoon's activities?" What Lin Lin cared about most were the events for the afternoon and evening. In their plan, three in the afternoon was the official start time, and before that, Tianyu had prepared many easter eggs to build the atmosphere.

He liked the title of "Colonel"; wasn't General Yan a Colonel once, guarding the Wuhuan? Now he was a general... he wanted to be a general, too.

It was one of the villas located in the very center of the most luxurious villa district in the entire province.

At this, Yi Xiaotian retracted his smile slightly, his expression turning more serious than before, and he glanced at Yu Peiye, who was not far away.

Stumped by this remark, Bai Feng was rendered speechless, his face flushing red and then turning pale.

However, for Huo Tianming, his goal had finally been achieved, so he was satisfied enough.

"Don't be in such a hurry to thank me. Let's wait until the matter of the Universe Overlord is resolved," Wu Tian said, waving his hand.

Just at that moment, the other demonic dragons could not withstand the attacks and were slashed to pieces.

The audience in the live stream had broken through ten thousand, an unprecedented number. These ten thousand people remained in dead silence; there were not even any comments. It was not because their keyboards were broken, but because their hands were trembling with fear.

This scene lasted for about three seconds. Suddenly, with a "bang," the bamboo tube shattered, and countless red lights wrapped in black mist shot out like meteors scattering in all directions, passing straight through the walls and vanishing from sight.

It didn't matter how He Jiao explained it to her sisters. While Lin Mu was fumbling around with a feigned air of importance, his submitted test report was clicked open by a young man.

However, the next moment, a beam of light suddenly appeared on the forehead of the Thunder Giant. After a slight blur, it transformed into a massive long spear, which pierced down like a sharp arrow, driving straight into the center of the Thunder Giant's brow.

They had not interacted much with Ye Feng, but he was a mild-mannered person. Could such a man really be a senior expert at the Peak of Questioning?

Bu Ziyang was not joking with Lin Tian and the other. Zhileng City was, after all, the territory of the Bu family; anyone who dared to provoke him here would certainly suffer the consequences.

After all, he could not stay in the sect forever. Since he had already advanced to the Celestial Immortal stage, there was naturally no need to be as cautious as before.

First, he had fallen from a high-and-mighty Beast God to a prisoner of Kunlun Void, and then, under veiled coercion, he had handed over his soul blood to become a mount for the sages.

He hurriedly changed his clothes and rushed out. Managing to scramble onto the car just as it was about to pull away, he yanked the door open and slumped into the seat, letting out a long sigh of relief—only to realize with horror that the person in the driver's seat was Mo Chu.

The man had appeared from nowhere, but it was clear he had seen everything that just happened.

Perhaps Madam was right; Su Qianxun was a jinx who brought only harm and no benefit to the Yu family, so she absolutely must not be allowed to stay with their son.

Master Qin swept his gaze across the room, his eyes chilling to the bone. Leng Feng was startled and quickly lowered his head, still thinking as he made the call that the colder Master’s eyes became, the angrier he was.

Initially, others had only discovered the item, but at that moment, Ye Wushuang suddenly shouted not to touch it, which only solidified the suspicion.

At this moment, his cold, noble face was softened by a warmth reminiscent of spring, his deep eyes vast and fathomless, deeper and more expansive than the cosmos outside the starship.

"If you want to see your aunt more often, we can stay here until the engagement," Sheng Xiao told her, kissing her forehead.

Stepping out of the kitchen and looking through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room, the sky outside was pitch black, and the rain was still drizzling down.

It was a pity that he had to investigate—all for the sake of his damn neurosis. Gu Yi swiveled his armchair, staring coldly at the masked face passing through the glass bit by bit, thinking this to himself.

A mellow male voice drifted over. Ye Wushuang pursed her lips and, following his words, turned around and pushed the door open to enter.

"It... it's fine," Qian Su replied subconsciously, not noticing at all how foul the expression on Xiao Zhu's face was.

"You don't need to worry about my master. But are you so sure that the Ghost would take me on as an apprentice?" Ling Xue frowned, unable to help but ask.

While Chen Tian was still pondering, Tang Taixu of the Tang family from Shanghai, Dr. Huoyun, and the Undertaker were seen slowly walking past Chen Tian along the steps, heading toward the reception building of the Black-Clad Army barracks.

"What?" Xiao Zhu was still blaming her "bad friend" for the fact that she had encountered that unscrupulous fox, so she spoke with irritation.

After the number of games played between the two sides exceeded thirty, Xiao Canglan could rarely gain any advantage from Ye Xian; he was essentially losing more than he was winning.

But just as Bentinck began to flee, He Zudao seized the opportunity to press forward, shouting at Bentinck, "Want to run now? It's too late." Having said this, He Zudao pursued him, making a move as if to strike Bentinck down.

Listening to the icy voice of Kato Masamasa, Matsumoto Shinnosuke felt utterly insecure. In this sweltering weather, he felt as if he had been plunged into an ice cellar; he felt a chill radiating all around him, cold sweat poured down his forehead, and his legs could not help but tremble uncontrollably.