Volume 1, Chapter 52: The Answer Provided by the Lucky Star is Never Wrong

As usual, Mickey was still dressed in a simple T-shirt and shorts, his flushed face radiating a unique, youthful vitality.

Seeing that Chen Gong genuinely seemed on the verge of anger, the thin, monkey-faced man swallowed back the words that were right on the tip of his tongue, though judging by his expression, he was clearly still unconvinced.

The Xianyousong Sect, previously the one that looked the easiest to bully, instantly elevated its status the moment Mephistopheles of the Underworld Temple knelt and offered Osiris as a gift. Even a deity of the Underworld had knelt; who would be idle enough to go looking for trouble?

Just as he turned around, he was abruptly startled once more. He whipped his head back to gaze at the still-boiling sea of blood, his expression sinking rapidly.

These people possessed withered auras and were covered in wounds, clearly having been subjected to severe torment. Yet upon catching sight of Qin Heng, their expressions jolted, revealing looks of sheer disbelief.

"Right... if worst comes to worst, we die together! This might well be the last time humanity engages in a great battle..." Chen'er said to us with a bitter smile.

Whether it was back in the Phantom Realm practicing the swordsmanship taught to her by Ning Yu, or presently figuring out marksmanship with a firearm on her own, her capacity for learning and improvement was truly exceptional.

With an angry roar, a burly man leaped onto the fighting stage. He was in his thirties, with a robust physique that appeared brimming with power.

Under a full-strength strike from Long Ju at the False Elixir stage, very few individuals at this tier would likely be able to meet this slash head-on.

Splendid though Wang Yu's ideas were, with the battle for supreme power within the Qingmen Sect looming close at hand, he simply lacked the heart to dabble in such matters.

Then followed a series of dazzling flashes, and Harry felt his hair sway and ripple as though a strong wind were sweeping across the clearing.

As he said this, Lin Chu's gaze involuntarily drifted toward Liu Ji. This fellow had been quite well-behaved lately, likely still recovering from the shock of the previous cheating incident. Yet who knew—having recuperated for such a long time, he might just stir up some new trouble again.

Three of the soldiers were slain in the span of merely a few seconds, leaving the remaining three to flee in panic.

However, many young people nowadays are utterly hopeless. Strip away the melodies from the songs they create, and what remains is either garbage or filth, utterly sickening to behold.

For reasons unknown, Jiang Changan did not wish to stay here a single moment longer; an overwhelming urge to escape gripped him.

Through his continuous investigations over the days, he had discovered that the person up on the mountain was actually Jiang Changan, proving the old adage about how enemies are bound to cross paths.

The decision to abolish this session of the provincial examination had been made by Emperor Chongkang; foolish as he might be, he would certainly not champion the cause of the examinees.

"Brother Fang is truly formidable; what I admire most are those who excel in glib tongue!" Gao Sheng remarked from behind, full of emotion.

As for harder questions—such as distinguishing which metallic elements were heavy metals and which were not—such things could be deduced from the periodic table, yet Lin Chu remained rather clueless about them.

"Indeed so! I suspect that another detail pointing to his feigned coma is that I noticed his breathing was even; though his eyes were closed, his eyeballs kept moving incessantly," Ning Jumen continued.

Upon hearing that Elder Qiao was coming personally to request it, Huo Zhenting burst into hearty laughter, and subsequently instructed the housekeeper to wrap up an exquisite gift box for An Qinya to take back to Elder Qiao.

"Mr. Mo, I have agreed to help you with your request. In return, I would like to make a request of my own," Su Yujing said, looking at him with a calm expression.

A few angry roars were not enough to convey the fury burning in Xu Yongnian's heart at that moment. Having lost everything, with all his painstaking efforts reduced to nothingness, the collapse and despondency brought by such a blow far outweighed the pain and anger of betrayal.

Having won her grandfather's praise, An Qinya was naturally delighted, and promptly asked Huo Yuan to hand a document over to her grandfather.

"Wait!" Lou Pengfei thrust out a leg to wedge between the elevator doors, forcing them to open once more before he rushed inside.

"It's windy on the rooftop, let's go down," Fu Shaoquan said softly to Luo Anning as the night grew increasingly cool like water.

Of course, his intuition told him that if a single person made a move, many others would likely be unable to restrain themselves and would join in scrambling for his head.

The central city of the mainland was the most affluent and prosperous place, where a bustling stream of people could be seen everywhere on the lively streets.

Meanwhile, Xiao Ling was frantically absorbing the vital energy of the Five-Color Origin Vein, intending to merge the two and charge toward the realm of the Three-Star Martial Sovereign.

Sure enough, a chubby white hamster was there. One of its ears was white, while the other was black—an exact twin to Yaoyao.

It was not that it stopped moving entirely, but rather that the range of its movement had decreased, twitching solely within the palm of his hand.

Looking at the Duke of Wei before him, the Emperor truly had no words; how could the man possess not an ounce of masculine spirit? Yet, on second thought, it was quite normal—after all, a person could do absolutely anything for the sake of his son.

Only now, the plot had unraveled so severely that Changqing was no longer around to accompany Su Jingxuan back.

Just as Weiwei prepared to execute another drift to shake off the giant fiend, two more demons appeared on its left and right sides respectively—one wielding a pitchfork, the other a scythe.

However, if they could be properly refined and nurtured, perhaps in the future they too could attain combat prowess not inferior to that of the White Bone Spirit and the Azure-Clad Snake Spirit.

Fortunately, the armor on the scorpion father's back was quite sturdy. It scrambled up from the ground, raised its two pincers, lifted its stinger, and charged straight at the attacker.

Cheng Yiyi slept exceptionally soundly in Mu She's room. This was the headquarters of the vanguard unit, and even on the front lines, she felt enveloped by a profound sense of safety.

When Wu De and Chen Zhou died, he had not panicked, likewise because those two had no deep ties to him; he could not let two lives disrupt his overall plan.