Chapter 57: Looking Down on Support-Type Spirit Masters?

"Little sister, did you hear that? You might as well just surrender in a moment. Your big brother here knows how to cherish a delicate flower."

As a seasoned veteran of the Soul Arena, Dabao would normally never underestimate any opponent. But today, having rarely encountered a support-system soul master, if he were still to remain so cautious in the face of such a windfall dropping from the sky, wouldn't that make him look too cowardly? How could he possibly make a name for himself in this Grand Soul Arena in the future? If he could use verbal attacks to make the little sister right before him—

This bamboo cabin was furnished in a very rustic style; all the decorations were extremely simple, yet neat and elegant. There was a folding screen painted with a bamboo forest, tables and chairs, a sleeping mat made of ancient wood, and curtains as thin as cicada wings. It looked very much like a master's bedroom.

Giving up the cultivation technique, though filled with reluctance, was a sacrifice he could make compared to losing his life. Helang hesitated for a moment before agreeing to this suggestion.

For tens of millions of years, Gong Nai had always regarded Qiu Hai as her closest kin. No matter what benefits she obtained, she would always share them with Qiu Hai without the slightest hesitation, including acknowledging a good master.

Upon seeing the wild bees perform yet another remarkable feat, Zhang Yi and Zhang Yi were both overjoyed. They urged their troops forward, pursuing the reinforcements of Huashi City from behind.

Before he even had time to rejoice over breaking through the Nine-Shift White Bone Formation, he was jolted back to sobriety by the brutal reality. For he had no idea how to conduct himself once inside, let alone how to rescue others.

"Then what does the Grand Madam think is the best course of action?" Upon hearing this, Huo Yun initially felt that Huo Xian's words made sense, but instantly lost his backbone and had no idea what to do.

Recently, he had sensed a change in the taste of these pills. They were no longer as sweet and fragrant as when he first took them, but were instead permeated with the scent of sulfur.

Xun Yu should be the greatest beneficiary of Liu Ze's time travel. Historically, because he opposed Cao Cao being enfeoffed as the Duke of Wei, Xun Yu was ordered to commit suicide by Cao Cao, dying in the year 212 AD at the tender age of forty-nine.

The sky gradually grew much darker, and the passersby dwindled. Streetlights were lit at the entrance of the cemetery, and the wind blew with a mournful chill. The time, the scene, and the place were somewhat desolate and lamentable.

Because the Golden Tree army occupying Mars was spread too thin, and their main force was pursuing Weibankeqia's troops in another direction, Tito's forces thus slipped away unhindered right under the noses of the enemy.

The urban management officers and the Saints, led by their respective commanders, seized the time to strengthen their power. Torres, Oleg, and others also immersed themselves in the bitter, frantic training to enhance their strength.

The black tide drew closer and closer, like liquid ink, swallowing the sunlight, the blue sky, white clouds, green mountains, and clear waters. It flooded the entire world with darkness and cold, instantly stripping every single thing between heaven and earth of its color.

Yang Yingqi had Zonghan tell them that he was merely passing through and had brought large boats as a gift for their chieftain.

During the final half-month of the year 1679 of Huayuan, both the Han tribe and the Jin state underwent massive military redeployments.

"This is fine liquor stored in the Qin family's estate. I brought it out specially today to treat all you brothers!" Intending to elevate his friend's prestige, Wang Xun nodded and smiled as he introduced it.

From the direction of the old thief-hole, it was completely impossible to see the coffin in the southeast corner of the left burial chamber, so there was no way of knowing what method the person named A-Dian had used to open the coffin lid.

Two figures suddenly appeared in the hall, and deafening gunshots erupted from behind dozens of people. Amidst a chorus of miserable shrieks, a swath of bodies collapsed, almost all shot in the back of the head.

These were all customary routines and procedures of the underworld; accepting a challenge from a veteran criminal syndicate was no simple matter.

At this moment, Yang Shouxin was hiding behind a stone lion. Without having figured out the situation inside the bank, he did not dare to make any move whatsoever.

The appearance of the roasted mutton on these skewers was simply too enticing, gleaming with a golden hue that showed at a glance just how delicious it must be.

If they were to acquire the dozen or so top-grade spirit stones he had obtained, they would likely be even more beaming with joy.

"Right? Right? I made this with my own hands." Cecily puffed out her chest proudly. 2B was a quite renowned presence throughout YoRHa, and given her naturally cold and aloof personality, receiving a compliment from her was no easy feat.