Volume 1, Chapter 36: To persist in doing what one knows to be impossible.

"Alright, now we can ask for our sister-in-law's opinion." Lu Longxiang had already realized his slip of the tongue, but he couldn't be bothered to correct it; it was going to happen sooner or later anyway.

"Tiancheng, it's time you let me in on your story, isn't it?" Jiang Hua looked at Ji Tiancheng, whose face was filled with complicated emotions, and said softly.

Lin Cheng's disciples, in particular, felt this way. Lin Cheng had already built an invincible image in their hearts; their master only knew victory and would never suffer defeat.

At this moment, Xu Guang and the others clearly sensed the shift in Wang Qi's aura. If the Wang Qi from a moment ago had merely made Xu Guang feel the gap in their strength, he now had the distinct illusion of teetering on the brink of the afterlife.

"Now! Earthquake, then follow up with Poison Jab!" Yeyu shouted. After the previous round, Nidoking should realize it was no match for Machamp in terms of raw power and would hopefully follow his commands obediently.

After a brief wave of dizziness, Shakya appeared at the teleportation circle at the entrance between the third and fourth floors of the General's Tomb, immediately sensing a pair of hateful eyes fixed upon him.

The matchups for the quarterfinals had been announced in the morning: Yuli versus Shenye, Moyu versus Akai, and Heyan versus Xiuhen. Sakai Ye had the easiest opponent, an unknown trainer who had lucked his way into the quarterfinals.

"Screw you! Get the hell away from me!" I gripped the Phoenix Blood Mad Blade tightly and hacked recklessly toward the Third Elder.

"I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare." Sister Li was truly terrified today. She had encountered the legendary Boss Nie Lei. Boss Nie had nearly chopped off her hands and feet; having walked through the gates of hell, Sister Li was still reeling from the shock.

"This, that, this..." After getting up, Wang Deshui stammered "this" and "that" for a long time, unable to utter a single coherent sentence.

Baili Yanxi shook his head. Although he was afraid of making her angry, he was even more afraid of her leaving, as there would be no one left to play with him.

At this moment, Yin Zhanmi was not only looking at her with teary eyes but was also holding her right hand with both of his, as if wishing to be closer to her.

The two tentacles seemed to possess a powerful suction, pulling desperately, but the intense heat and restlessness within me only swirled around my body. Not only did they fail to draw anything out, but it was as if the heat inside me was attracting something, causing it to become even more scorching.

I lifted the lid of the stew pot, and the scent of ginseng wafted out. Hua Xi froze. You have to be kidding me, was it really thousand-year-old ginseng?

Having walked quite a distance, Ming Hanfeng caught sight of a soft peach blossom petal on his shoulder and couldn't help but stop, looking back toward the direction of the Soul-Severing Bridge.

Tao Ran thought for a moment and decided not to go out and provoke him. Li Minghao was currently spilling everything he had done in bits and pieces; interrupting him now would inevitably lead to complications.

I cursed silently. There was no help for it; these people weren't even comparable to the disciplined members of the field team who operated as one. Compared to the Nine Dragons Society or the Number One Family in the World, they were far inferior. Fighting individually and only obeying their own leaders, this expedition team was likely destined for failure.

Thinking of that face, as innocent as a child's, and remembering him aggrievedly calling her "wife," her heart ached.

Xu Yingxiong was right. What reason did she have to turn against her own son? Whether it was the Xu family or the Qi family, there was no longer any need to rely on the power of others—least of all the Lan family.

Hua Xi rolled over, climbed up, and took all the totems out of her storage talisman, spreading them out one by one.

Although he now held a high status in Thailand, he never forgot Xiao Feng's kindness. He knew clearly that if not for Xiao Feng, he wouldn't just have failed to return to Thailand; he would likely have died God knows where long ago.

The plot had changed. In the original story, the Pillar of Autumn was not surrounded, and they still had a glimmer of hope to land on the Halo. But now, even that slim hope was sealed off. Everyone understood what this meant, and they all fell into despair.

"Does that mean you're together even when bathing and sleeping most of the time?" Remi, struggling to make a sarcastic remark, thought of Yunmeng, and her expression turned very subtle.

Mu Feng believed that no matter how strong Solomon was, he couldn't possibly summon all seventy-two Pillar Demons at once; at most, he could summon a dozen or so.

"Sever!" Shakya Muni gave a low shout in his heart. The four swords of slaughter tore through the sky, glowing red and trailing rolling murderous intent as they flew toward Yuan Lei. At the same time, Shakya Muni did not stop there but pressed toward Yuan Lei.

Sister Ying raised an eyebrow and laughed, withdrawing her gaze to continue her work. Looking at her averted eyes, I squeezed my eyes shut tight and let out a long, heavy sigh.

Qin Rui looked at these dead souls and saw many familiar faces—some were her former companions who had died, others were enemies she had killed.

I kept patting my chest, looking back to see the MMC Entertainment building standing where it was.

Beixi stepped out of the elevator, turned right, and walked along a short corridor. Three meters ahead was indeed a large door, with two young, pretty waitresses waiting for her with smiles on their faces.

Recently, the sect had recruited a dozen more disciples. Once they crossed the threshold into cultivation, they would each have to be issued several spirit stones every month.

With one day left until the new disciples were to report to the Kongkong Sect, Yang Nian, Li Qiansong, Xiang Rongrong, Xiang Yunfei, Gu Yun, Aman, and Zhang Fan—a group of seven—drove two large carriages slowly along the imperial road, heading toward Kongkong Mountain.

"Very well... My clone will remain there, waiting at all times," the God of Creation, Sinayas, said with a smile.