Volume 1, Chapter 66: Eve of the Storm

Seeing the expressions on their faces at that moment, Elder Cheng Qiang also wore a joyful smile. This was precisely the outcome he wished to see—treating the Martial Sect like home, and regarding the Southern Courtyard as their family.

While eating, I also brought up another matter: my intention to expand and scale up the school, aligning it with the entrepreneurial fund so that a dynamic interaction could be formed between the school's talent resources and the fund.

However, the scene unfolding before their eyes completely shattered everyone's preconceived notions about the military might of the Reis Organization. Even granting that the Reis Organization was formidable, this level of strength was simply absurd beyond belief.

With that, Zhang Shiyi hurriedly walked toward the other end of the ravine. Exchanging a pair of baffled glances, the two men quickly followed after him.

I kept my head down and ate my meal. After a few bites, sensing that the atmosphere had turned strange, I looked up to find my mother staring straight at me with a half-smile in her eyes, looking somewhat enigmatic.

Fifteen minutes. Watching the hands of his watch sweep past, Han Dong felt a tumultuous storm churn within his heart. He had imagined Lin Feng's power before, but he had never anticipated such an outcome. A mere fifteen minutes, and Lin Feng had utterly defeated two hundred and forty-eight people—what kind of concept was that?

Hearing this, a few faint black lines formed slightly across Yuan Ye's forehead. Was that seriously considered showing mercy? What would it look like if he didn't show mercy?

Without a moment of further hesitation, Bohm immediately issued an order: Erland and Reby were to be suspended from their duties pending a relevant investigation. The focal points of the investigation were why Bos was suspended, and why Erland and Reby happened to be lingering at the aviation dispatch office at the time of the incident.

"The master of Qinghe Castle, Shui Qinghe!" Old Shui replied with a faint, calm smile when asked by the king.

There are certain people in this world who are naturally averse to tranquility; wherever there is a commotion, they will eagerly crowd in, and the more chaotic the scene, the more excited they become.

Glancing at the hostile figures of Shooting the Sun in the Vast Sky and the others, Chaotic Battle could not help emitting a bitter laugh. At this point, retreating from the Holy City was his only option; otherwise, the majority of the Eternal guild's forces would likely perish within the Holy City today.

"Is that so? Could there have been a mistake in his rank, making it higher than a battalion commander?" the commander also asked in bewilderment.

Chu Feng pressed his lips together. Phoenix Perches on the Wutong Tree must have appeared here while tracking the monster from Phoenix Cry Manor, but who was that other person clearly standing opposed to her?

Upon hearing this, Su Yang nodded and said, "I understand." With that, he wheeled Lin Nan toward a VIP room in a hospital.

Turtle Immortal led me, along with the two messenger spirits, and a procession of pythons and serpents, following closely behind the paper crane until they reached a residential area shortly after.

Looking closely, Jiang Zaiyuan noticed figures wearing fiery red masks interspersed throughout the crowd; not a single one wore a ghost-head mask, suggesting this area belonged to the dwelling place of the Fire Fiend.

Chu Feng had genuinely never imagined that the third Tri-Polar Stele would be located here, on Star Island.

Using telepathic communication, I called Huang Tianchou back and asked him what this meant. Why did they leave ahead of schedule right when the date was approaching, completely oblivious to the fact that this was my first time getting into a bridal sedan chair—just like a virgin maiden's maiden voyage?

"Dragon of Fire!" With a slight smile, Lin Fan raised his hand directly and cast the Fire Dragon spell. A massive illusory fire dragon suddenly materialized, unleashing a breath of dragon flame directly at Shooting the Sun in the Vast Sky, knocking the petrified player back several steps and snapping him out of the petrified state.

Wolf Tianxing placed heavy emphasis on the word "human," leaving me somewhat perplexed. Since they possessed such great abilities and mystical powers, why didn't they simply teach me themselves?

The two bronze chains beneath the giant talons of the Vermilion Bird had already been severed. As it spread its wings and soared upward, all that remained was the magical net hovering above its head.

I quickly pulled my gaze away from the sandbox and looked up at Li Yunpeng, half-expecting that my second-eldest instructor had lost his temper.

However, compared to the mammoth, Molin's luck was far better. A bolt of lightning had burrowed into its skull before it tumbled off a cliff, its massive carcass almost flattened by the fall.

This gigantic pancake-like structure was not parallel to the long bridge; rather, it resembled an object in a state of weightlessness. Viewed from this end of the bridge, it had neither head nor tail, floating crookedly and distortedly in the warped void, bathing in the baptism of tide-like distorting forces.

By this time, Luo Qiuyan no longer held his previous hostility toward Liu Yuan, because he knew how deeply his sister loved him. Yet, the mere thought that this man had stolen his sister made it impossible for Luo Qiuyan to put on a pleasant face for Liu Yuan.

The legend of Zhi Liyi was far too famous, to the extent that every youth could recite his heroic deeds backward. Looking at the famous dragon-slaying dagger in his hand, a daring notion suddenly sprouted in Molin's heart.

Though Dazhuang spoke very few words, every single one struck straight at the core weakness of the black-robed young woman. While she appeared as calm as still water on the surface, her inner thoughts were already as tangled as a mess of hemp.

Linghu Zi lowered her head with an air of detachment, yet her expression betrayed a hint of tenderness. Although the Molin before her had endured countless trials and tribulations, he remained the same unadorned youth from the past. Though a trace of quiet loss lingered in her heart, Linghu Zi's competitive spirit was instantly ignited, stirring an urge to clash with Luo Qianqian and determine a victor.

Dressed entirely in black and standing with his back to us, he stood near the cornfield. The moment I rushed out and steadied my footing, a chuckling sound suddenly erupted from the black-robed figure's throat.

At this moment, Lin Modian had been consumed by the violent frenzy brought on by the Heavenly Demon Transformation, and he directly shifted his claws toward Wu Yong.