52 Neither Defiant Nor Regretful

In this battle, the tribe lost two high-tier rogues and one mid-tier mage. Two elite guards stationed at the entrance were heavily wounded, while the rest were blocked outside by the wingless dragons using fire.

He had originally thought his subordinates could easily crush the enemy, never expecting that such a large force wouldn't even be able to withstand a single exchange with them.

As early as when they were Foundation Establishment disciples, they had already seen the white stone tablet suspended in mid-air, and at that time, they understood the significance of that tablet.

A chilling voice rang out from in front of the old man. Yin Feng shifted his gaze outward slightly once more, yet the owner of the voice was completely blocked by the old man, making it impossible to see.

As for Pojun, he had reached the realm of a Transcendent Grandmaster. Although only in the early stage, he was already quite formidable; in the martial arts world, as long as he did not provoke those truly supreme experts, he would face no danger.

"Brother Pang is too polite. Please forgive my sudden visit," Tang Feng replied with a smile and a sincere tone.

Estimating that Blue Phoenix would remain in closed-door cultivation for ten days to half a month, Lin Lang did not stay any longer. He mounted the spiritual vulture and headed toward the Western Regions.

Just like that, before Xu Sheng and his men even made contact with the enemy, these Shangdang troops had already completely routed.

Red Eagle waved his arm, and the wine bottle on the stone table vanished, replaced by a pot of tea. Beneath the teapot was a small warming stove, evidently kept burning continuously, causing a considerable amount of white mist to drift up from the spout.

Yet this was actually a true portrayal of some unknown entity's contract with the brave warriors who ventured personally into the world of Azeroth.

Jiuxuan nodded gently, extending both hands to receive the flower, and delicately tucked it into the hair of the Five-Strings Immortal.

Zhang Yu took the lead and stepped onto the stone slab, with Liu Ye closely following behind. Once Liu Ye stepped onto the slab, it slowly began to float, drifting gradually into the palace.

However, this time, he was a legacy disciple of a single path, and his Nine-Color Legacy could not be exposed, which meant he could not let others know he possessed multiple inheritances. Consequently, Qin Lian appeared even more mediocre than the most ordinary person.

Sitting in the coaching technical area, witnessing his own disciples commit the exact same mistake Real Madrid had just made by completely leaving the opponent's star player unmarked right inside their own penalty area, Klopp, who always pursued perfection, completely erupted.

No one knew when it began, but heaven and earth were suddenly flooded with a massive surge of spiritual energy. Rare and precious magical artifacts began to manifest across all lands, and miraculous creations of nature appeared with increasing frequency.

Wang Erchui was essentially a commander with no troops under him; he was entirely incapable of stirring up any major storms.

The cyan longsword carried a terrifying piercing force, violently tearing a visible fissure into the surrounding space before fiercely stabbing straight into the abdomen of the Cyan Wind Demonic Wolf.

Before this, however, Liu Ye had a matter to report. Although this was a battlefield and the virtual world could not normally be utilized, the fact that the system could still record and transmit battle merits meant that the system was indeed functional. It was likely just that the signal resources here were insufficient to support everyone, and had thus been restricted.

One must know that the Blood Palace's decision to abandon its ancestral homeland and relocate to the Rising Sun Sect was likely driven precisely by considerations of this sort.

Lu Li could even guess the identities of those inspecting him—they were undoubtedly the elite experts from the City Guard, the Imperial Guard, and the various functional government offices of Western Qin.

Aside from his usual classes and busy work for the campus network, Luo Kaibo arranged all the matters concerning the mixer between the two dormitories flawlessly, requiring no worry from anyone else.

As for the rest of the sections, since Hou Zhangfeng could only recall a limited number of English questions, once he finished organizing those, he did not dare to lower his guard. He conscientiously and to the best of his ability tackled the unfamiliar questions beyond his memory.

"Chuchu, I bought this specially for you! Long time no see, I'm back!" Holding the bouquet, he walked straight up to Chuchu and presented it with both hands.

After deducting the required star points, Wentian did not linger and went straight up to the second floor of the Starlight Pagoda. Unlike the first floor, which was a vast plaza, this second floor featured individual partitioned cubicles, divided from inside to out into different zones for students to choose appropriately according to their cultivation levels.

Leng Jianfeng's arrogant and solitary figure appeared slender and eerie amidst the firelight. With a cigarette hanging from his lips, he calmly watched the fierce battle unfolding before him.

In the world of Faerûn, whether human nobles or elven nobles, all favored this subtle and understated style of communication. Direct, blunt approaches that jumped straight to business were, except in times of emergency, typically the domain of the nouveau riche.

Yin Feng's movements were highly practiced. Within a moment, the rich aroma of the roasted meat was infused with a faint, refreshing fruity scent that greatly stimulated the appetite.

Wentian could not even spare a second glance for such an arrogant and conceited fellow, so he simply closed his eyes and waited for the examiner to shout the start.

Wang Jicheng placed one hand on Hou Zhangfeng's shoulder, speaking in a somewhat worldly tone as he pulled Hou Zhangfeng back to reality from his memories of the past life.

Prompted by Qi Shanshan, Wang Qing and Maoyan both felt it was rather incredible, turning their heads in unison to stare at Zhang Feifei.

The cultivation level of this ice phoenix was likely even more formidable than those ancient Dao-Enlightenment monsters among humankind, making the assumption of a human form an effortless feat.

Without An Liang and Hua Yu Entertainment, how could they have ever progressed from meeting to liking each other, then falling in love, and finally remaining together for life?

As for the Ghost Kings, there were a total of three in Fengyuan City. One was out delivering supplies and had not yet returned, and another was responsible for guarding the main base. This meant only a single Ghost King could be dispatched for this operation.

This truly felt like leaving home. Their previous voyages had all taken place aboard spaceship habitats resembling comfortable homes, so no one paid it any mind. Now, however, everything was entirely different.

Yet so what? He possessed absolute confidence; with his current strength, he was fully capable of subduing his opponent.

Shang Jingsing squinted his eyes, sizing up Tai Xiuyong. Although the latter had already ingested numerous pills for treatment, his face remained a horrific sight to behold.