Did Substitute No. 39 play today?

Atop the Blood-soaked Peak! Suspended in mid-air, eight figures—Feiyin, Yue Qiu, Tian Hou, Dang Kou, Xi Yu, Ma Thirteen, Lei Bu, and Mad Warrior—each astride a black-feathered eagle, launched attacks with their various weapons at Sword Ruthless from every direction.

Of course, Qian Wu had only just survived the sixth Calamity of the Profound Sovereign, but the faint aura emanating from him already suggested he had surpassed the ninth.

As for the others, it was one thing, but Tang Baiyu and Yang Yunhan were both top masters of their era and immediately sensed the corpse stirring. The two of them uttered a simultaneous "Hmm?" and swept their eyes toward the body of High Guanyin Tai.

Dogs are creatures both intelligent and affectionate. If people want to eat meat, there are so many choices—pork, beef, lamb, chicken, duck, fish—why eat such a sentient animal as a dog?

Ye Ruyun always liked to tie her long hair into a neat ponytail, securing it with a red bow. That red bow distracted Liu Xinghao’s gaze more than a few times during class.

In such circumstances, if Xiao Yunfei were still forced to retreat, it would only prove that he truly deserved a place among the ancients.

Unfortunately, before Lü Xuan could react, he was swallowed whole by the massive wolf, not even leaving a trace behind.

Wenxin naturally paid no mind to Ziling Peak. He knew his own limits; without the help of formations, he was no match for the two of them. Besides, hadn’t they just agreed to a fair fight? Dream on—he wouldn’t give them the chance. Strange, why was he even thinking about all this?

If you think the writing is decent, give it some flowers! So far, no one else has offered any; I suppose I'll have to reward myself, how awkward.

The meaning was clear enough: if you lack the status, you’re not even qualified to speak with him.

“She said it would rain in Luoyang, but she wouldn't stay long. She’d leave once the rain was done,” Nian Wuyou said softly, lowering his gaze.

That night, as Jiang Li was trying to sleep, he seemed to hear loud shouting next door. Just as he remembered, Gu Jin had already spoken up to go check. Sure enough, shortly after Gu Jin left, the noise died away.

The moment he entered the room, an overwhelming smell hit Jiang Li, causing him to frown. With so many people crowded inside, the air was bound to be unpleasant.

He had obtained this back when he was mining; he thought arming Fairy Feixia with it would bring out her greatest power.

Gu Zheng had prepared all the paperwork needed to transfer ownership: two spacious apartments in Zhenbei Court, one suite in Jinmao Residence, and a large villa in Maple Grove Court.

Zhao Min’er, surprised, covered her mouth with her hand, her voice trembling as she asked.

But her master was always good to her, guiding her patiently through the most basic techniques and taking meticulous care of her daily needs. Though her senior brother seemed aloof, whenever he saw another senior sister with something nice, he always remembered to bring her a share.

If, at first, he hadn’t figured out Comrade Old Zhu’s temperament, he might have said something reckless and self-destructive.

If I hadn’t been quick-witted, Director Pei would definitely have gone to the fifteenth floor to check in with Mo Yu first, and would never have come up here. Then our cover would’ve been blown, and President Ji would have lost his chance for a private conversation.

But one must be clear: though he came to no harm, what Chen Duo said wasn’t wrong—he really was a source of trouble for him.

A cold smile curled at the corner of Yi Feng’s lips. With the power of Frost Battle Aura, a thin layer of white frost now covered his skin. The surging energy of frost channeled ceaselessly into the earth through the Great Heaven Sword, and the frost barrier kept fracturing and reforming.

If you stay in a state of constant tension, you’re bound to make mistakes. When people are highly strung, it’s easy to overlook many things.

This time, picking the lock didn’t take long; after all, the lock on Nangong Kexin’s bedroom door was nothing like the main entrance. With a slight twist, the young man opened a narrow gap, and by the light of his phone, they saw Nangong Kexin sleeping soundly.

Moments later, Sima Yi’s true body vanished as well, only to reappear almost instantly.

At the same time, in every city across Huaxia, massive vortexes appeared in the sky, drawing away the souls of heroes—Baili Xuance and Angela included, who were suddenly swept away by a powerful force, with Anna drawn in as well.

At this point, Pang Julin was left with nothing to rely on. Alone before Zhao Longjia, he offered a billion to buy his way out.

“Hmph, why don’t you try it then?” Xiahou Dun spat out a mouthful of blood and sneered coldly. He raised his blade and slashed at the War Knight, but his injuries made his movements sluggish—so slow, in fact, that to the War Knight, he seemed to crawl like a baby.

Voldemort nodded. “Understood, boss.” He then drew his wand and pointed it at the fat man, who immediately began floating in mid-air.

The four of them nodded in unison and quickly handed over the physical fitness registers for all twelve classes.

“All right, since I’m your good friend…” Si Yuchen began to chatter endlessly.

As they spoke, the surroundings transformed into a terrifying vision akin to the eighteenth level of hell; in an instant, the wails of countless ghosts seemed to echo through the air.

“In the Human Domain, in which year was the Holy Spirit Alliance established, marking the beginning of the governance of regional cities? Does anyone know?” Gong Yi asked. The question was a significant event in history, so many students eagerly raised their hands to answer.

“Nonsense! If they break through, none of us will survive. If you’re afraid, then get out of my sight! I’ll stay here with the soldiers and hold the line myself!” Now, Li Longji was brave and fearless.

Zhuo Nan accepted the cloth bundle, stained with Pei Zhenhai’s blood. Who would have thought that after more than thirty years, Pei Zhenhai had hidden this martial arts manual on his person? He carefully unwrapped it, while Shangguan Lingfeng immediately tore a strip from her trousers to bandage Pei Zhenhai’s wound.

“It’s nothing. You rest well; I’ll be going now.” Wei Yan dashed away as if escaping. Only after leaving that oppressive place did she finally breathe a true sigh of relief.

Mars laughed, “Ha! Old Mike, after all you put me through, I have to get a bit of revenge!”

Because of the sudden appearance of the God-Binding Demon Vine, the cocoon of light condensed by Absolute Ice and Snow was sealed off and dragged all the way to the Sacred Domain.

When Ah Li saw Wu Yulin enter, she assumed he’d come to apologize for his defiance the previous night. She put on an aloof expression and sat in the lounge, ignoring him haughtily. Still, she thought it odd—why hadn’t Wu Yulin brought his guitar tonight?