Volume 1, Chapter 42: A Good Show Is About to Begin

Anyone who clearly realizes this fact yet still stubbornly insists on studying is simply an absolute moron.

"I don't know..." Xue Ting offered a delicate smile, her hands tightly clasping the handsome hunk beneath her as her waist writhed with even wilder abandonment.

Without a moment of hesitation, Chris immediately pulled the trigger with resolute decisiveness. Three bullets pierced the monster's chest, and a mist of blood erupted from the wounds. The creature let out a groan of agony, flipped over onto the floor, and died.

As the voice faded, two VIP boxes located on the eastern stand of the arena were suddenly illuminated by searchlights, looking from afar like an ancient behemoth slowly opening its eyes.

The spiritual energy filling Liang Shan's body instantly dried up. The silver light beneath his feet vanished in a flash, and the bright yellow battle intent in his eyes retreated and bowed out.

Qin Zhi still felt a lingering sense of unease. Could it be that her mind hadn't really changed, and speaking out now meant she genuinely wanted to break up with him?

In the end, Li Zheng gave up on riding his bicycle and instead helped Teacher Tang push hers out of the courtyard, planning to run back later as a way to practice physical conditioning and relax.

From Liu Mingyue's perspective, everyone—whether it was her own family members or the staff working by her side—needed to be safe and sound; not a single one could be missing.

Qin Zhi parked his car directly opposite the canine paradise without getting out. Shielded by the windshield, he watched Jian Chi and Chu Yan wave goodbye to each other. Judging by the looks of it, his cousin had managed to extract quite a bit of information this time around, right?

"I will definitely survive. I haven't lived enough yet; I want to see more scenery and experience more of life," Lu Yu silently cheered himself on.

"Hehe, congratulations, Sister Yuzi, congratulations, Brother Zisheng!" Severely injured, Yu Baiyin exchanged a couple of perfunctory remarks and prepared to leave. Fang Zisheng stepped forward to support him as they walked side by side out of the hall, his mind spinning rapidly over how to steer the conversation.

Li Jing'er lowered her hand and walked over. Her smile was faint yet polite. "Hello, President Cao." Having greeted him, Li Jing'er shifted her gaze to the professor. Her smile differed from the one she had given Cao Ge; the estrangement was gone.

Sun Ying steadied the somewhat frail Jiufeng and softly said, "This match, we concede!" Without waiting for Wang Chong to respond, her figure flashed, and she brought Jiufeng back to the ground.

After a period of rest and recuperation, Lu Yu exchanged a few words with the three of them, simply claiming that he had encountered a frantic jackal king beast at the peak of the Xiantian realm. Following an intense battle, he had narrowly managed to kill it, sustaining some minor injuries in the process.

As the target walked away, Zi'an's head was filled with countless question marks. He roughly concluded that the legendary Old Devil Han simply did not exist, blaming his psychological imbalance entirely on being a transmigrator without any golden finger.

Yet for some reason, the subsequent fight grew increasingly awkward. The monkey's hands became limp and soft, while his own strength felt completely wasted in the void, as if he were constantly being led along by the nose.

The design blueprint for Chu Xiao's law firm had already been finalized. Although the current state of their relationship could not be changed, the only thing that lifted the heavy burden from Li Jing'er's mind was that Cao Ge knew about their past. That alone was enough—at least she no longer had to live in deceit every day, nor did she need to worry about the consequences of her lies being exposed.

"Even if it tastes good, eat slowly and don't choke. It's all Mother's fault for not giving you a good life," Mrs. Zhao said, brimming with maternal affection.

"Second Brother is still in a coma. His physical condition is very good, but the doctor has no idea when he will wake up," Shen Zhangtian said with a trace of anguish.

These emperors grew stronger with every defeat, and through their continuous battles with Han Feng, they ended up forging a profound friendship with him.

Watching the phoenix eat with such apparent satisfaction, Lin Feng felt this brought him far more happiness than earning tens of billions.

After cleaning up the scene, the two of them remained silent on the journey back, the phoenix's gaze continuously sweeping over Lin Feng.

Zhang Nan was momentarily stunned. Someone was offering him treasures for free—how could he refuse? That would defy the laws of nature. However, being a nouveau riche at the moment, he wasn't really lacking in anything. The moment he thought of that prodigal purple-gold alms bowl, though, he instantly knew what he actually needed.

Precisely because I worried that Liu Fang was having a dispute with Fang Zhou, I resolved to go and see what was happening for myself. However, just as I reached the door and before I even had time to open it, I overheard the conversation outside.

If Dijun possessed sufficient strength, Lu Ya acknowledging him as a father naturally posed no problem. Conversely, if Dijun's strength proved insufficient, Lu Ya could at best choose not to treat him as an enemy and maintain an alliance between them.

Let us temporarily set aside the matters concerning Situ Xuan; the half-year pact with Nalan Xuanxuan was also rapidly drawing to a close.

Just as everyone was about to carefully sense what was happening, the restriction of the ice and snow arena—which had been temporarily concealed due to Dou Yilong's breakthrough into the Saint Martial realm—manifested once more, rendering them completely unable to perceive anything.

"What do you mean by that? Do you still want to survive in this neck of the woods in Jinhai City?" Zhao Shikong pressed aggressively.

The Arabian man smiled lewdly and lunged forward to grab Deng Lili, but I immediately stepped forward and blocked his path.

I turned my head to glance at Jiang Dandan, who was tied up inside the cave. Her hair was disheveled and her head hung low as if she had fallen asleep.

"Haha! What an overconfident old fool!" With that, Ma Chuan flicked his wrist and directly knocked the Second Elder unconscious.

The White Snake Immortal had been prepared. This time, it had pushed its sensory perception and speed to their absolute limits, suddenly tilting its body sideways in an attempt to dodge the sword.

With a trace of annoyance, I tossed a wild fruit into my mouth. Just then, a series of heavy knocks sounded at the door.

Qiyue nodded. He was indeed unsurprised by Xiaoya using a sniper rifle. To a novice with no prior experience, sniper rifles and assault rifles were practically indistinguishable—both were greenhorns anyway. Since Xiaoya wanted to play with a sniper rifle, he would let her, as long as she had fun.