25. Revenge

Wang Lei still held a brick in his hand. Seeing that we had taken down Gao Nan, he rushed over and slammed the brick down hard.

Cheng Zijie testified for Cheng Yanzhao from her perspective, but it only served as counter-evidence, causing Cheng Yanzhao to completely collapse.

The young radicals shouted daily about defending the Diaoyu Islands, unaware that the vast lands of the Far East held far greater significance than those few rocky islets. The Diaoyu Islands and the South China Sea were merely tactical distractions; this land was not only the legacy of our ancestors but also a crucial gateway to the seas of Northeast Asia.

"Yes, this time Xu Renguang has joined our team. We have virtually secured the city championship, and I believe we have a strong chance of winning the national tournament as well," Wang Yunlong said.

"I can't take it anymore. Why is this happening?" Princess Wangyang only knew she felt terribly unwell, twisting her body desperately without understanding where the pain stemmed from, as if there were a gap somewhere that needed to be sealed to stop it.

Song Meiren stared blankly at Ye Ge, whose figure suddenly towered before her. Cultivation, cultivation—what truly is the Way?

Like newlyweds, they always woke late in the morning. Although the winter dawn came late, they waited until daylight before stirring groggily awake.

Then, shells rained down like raindrops. The earth shook and the mountains trembled violently, as if the very rivers and mountains were quaking. Dust from the bombardment stung faces and bodies like knife tips. Han Jinyong rubbed his eyes fiercely, wiping away the red glare of blood.

"No, Tongye said he wanted to go out, but he has no identity badge. I’m afraid if he goes out, the palace patrol officers will catch him and cause trouble," Old Wang said honestly.

Though Tongtian had now become the strongest under Hongjun, Qin Lang felt no envy whatsoever.

Without precise measuring tools, Chen Chao initially used his own thumbnail as a one-centimeter standard.

"Oh my! I'm so moved..." Su Hongye feigned an exaggerated expression, her eyes curved like crescent moons in laughter.

They both returned to the Joy Inn with their own worries. Now, all they could do was wait and do nothing else.

Wan Feibai looked at them sincerely but with a hint of mockery. Who hasn’t had a few rotten friends? Just be more cautious next time, and never befriend anyone like him again.

Opposite, Zhang Yongdian sat cross-legged, forming a strange hand seal as he guided the gray energy to gather continuously before inhaling it through his nose.

Rare was a joyful occasion; Qin Lang planned to let the myriad spirits of Worry-Free Mountain experience the charm of a mixed stew.

The raging bull Kong Jing, born with divine strength, smashed rocks with bare hands as if it were nothing. Wearing specially made iron gloves studded with tiny sharp spikes in the palms, combined with his terrifying arm strength, a single tear could tear away chunks of flesh, even ripping out bones and organs with ease.

Even with the hunting team on Old Ye’s side, they probably wouldn’t catch many prey, considering the numbers present here.

“That girl is crazy. This place is abnormal; relying on her is simply wishful thinking,” Miao pointed to his head, indicating confusion.

With a massive critical strike and a Ferris wheel skill, Dream Sun Linglong unleashed terrifying damage in team fights once given the chance. Achieving a triple kill in just a few seconds was common for her. However, Liu Feng and his group had no intention of survival; being slain was of no concern.

As for the system’s notification sound, Lin Yu felt he didn’t need it to tell him; after all, who present here wasn’t aware of his presence?

During this process, many Earth warriors chose these formidable immortal beings.

There was a whole ghost, still half-asleep, clad in pajamas, appearing dazed and not fully awake.

Nong Xue furrowed her brows hard, her pupils contracting as shock and disbelief surged in her eyes.

Patiently waiting, he even knocked on the system, seeking a way to resolve the lack of permissions.

Pang Hu looked up nervously at the shout, but relaxed upon seeing Lin Yu.

Lin Ye hovered in midair, looking down on the massive deep pit shrouded in blood-red mist, a series of thoughts flashing through his mind.

Then, his lips gradually moved downward, landing on her soft white chin, trailing to her tender neck, lingering on her sensitive collarbone.

The man sat by the bar stool, deep eyes betraying no emotion, seemingly questioning if this late visit was all there was to it.

At that moment, Xiang Wei, Ye Yun Su, and Zhao Lin entered. Xiang Hansong had already returned to Jiangzhong City but left Xiang Wei and Ye Yun Su behind for reasons unknown.

Yet, after ten years, Fang Yuan had never provided for them, though that was partly because they never dared to ask.

Their names were no longer blood red but a deeper dark crimson, like grim reapers in the night. Their mere presence could intimidate many players.

Though Deng Ai and Yang Yang’s strength was still lacking, they possessed top-tier cultivation techniques, exceedingly rare imperial-grade skills.