Did Substitute No. 57 play today?

Gao Tianyu, feeling somewhat embarrassed, nodded without turning his head, but his hand made a gesture behind his back, and only then did the window close completely.

Even so, our progress remained arduous, especially for the three anxious ordinary people, all of whom were gasping for breath and sweating profusely.

Throughout the ordeal, the other people on the mountain path walked forward with numb expressions, as if they had grown accustomed to such scenes.

These past few days, Xueqi had been bathing in the first-floor restroom instead of the one in my bedroom.

The sight before us was truly shocking. Jiang Guli, who ought to have been victorious, was instead leaning against the stone wall, his face ashen, his left hand pressing tightly to his right shoulder. Beneath his right shoulder, there was nothing but empty air—at some point, it had been severed.

Ba Shanhui, furious beyond measure, lunged at Xue Tianmu without a word. He was truly enraged; every movement of his claws was vicious and merciless, each strike delivered with full force.

A sudden glint appeared in Li Zhichen’s eyes as he thought, “It’s here.” He leapt into the air and remained suspended, while Mu Lan, Qiu Mo, eight disciples, and ten weapons all attacked together, the sound of wind and thunder intensifying.

The abbot of Tianlong Temple’s face changed drastically. “Who is it?” The Xuanwu Guardian vaulted forward, attempting to leap through the curtain of light, but the seven-colored light flashed, accompanied by a crackling sound. The Xuanwu Guardian’s body suddenly halted, forcing him to stop, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

For the first time, Cheng Xin considered disciplining Cheng Nuo according to family rules, but relented at the pleas of the entire family. He agreed that Cheng Nuo could do as she pleased until she turned thirty, but after that, she would have to return to the family business.

Yu Fei was somewhat resigned. Sometimes life was like this—a crowd would believe a lie, but when someone finally spoke the truth, no one would believe them.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Amid a series of rapid, firecracker-like blasts, more than a dozen robust soldiers were sent flying in all directions, hurled over ten meters away before crashing to the ground like broken sacks, blood streaming from their mouths and noses, their breath already stilled.

“Get down!” Lin Sheng shouted, exerting a burst of strength that yanked the general off his horse. The general landed on the ground with a thud.

“Well, let’s leave it at that. This old man is exhausted and needs to rest…” Master Chang glanced at the old man from the east, who was sitting on the ground panting heavily, and murmured with a complicated look in his eyes.

Seeing Long Ziyan aiming a revolver at him, Nangong Chu couldn’t help but reveal a playful smile.

When Hu Gao was in his thirties, he had already formed his Nascent Soul, becoming the youngest cultivator of the Boundless Sea to reach such a level.

It was like a comet striking the earth—two colossal steel creations collided, and after the multi-turreted Death Star’s countless gunports were compressed, the mighty Ford, with its incredible density, simply crushed it into fragments. In an instant, both massive machines became nothing more than a heap of scrap metal.

A strand of wire lifted Chen Yi to his feet and supported him as he walked over to the “Armored One.”

Suddenly, Long Ziyan lowered her revolver and leaned in to whisper something in Dongfang Ziyan’s ear. The surprise gradually faded from Dongfang Zhiqing’s face.

She recalled her sister’s joy and anticipation, Aunt Ling’s harshness and stubbornness, her father’s protection and difficulties. Agreeing had not really taken her very long.

“So what will you do?” Lin Xia sensed a hint of negotiation in Kilo’s tone and quickly pressed the question. As long as she knew what the pirate king wanted, she could settle the debt on the spot.

The people present fell silent, no one willing to continue speaking. Night Sacrifice took the opportunity to ponder a few things.

There was a scapula in the way, and the man couldn’t pull his claw free, nor did he have the strength to tear Night Sacrifice’s shoulder apart—so he remained trapped at Ye Kuang’s side.

He had once carried too many burdens, but now, he only wished to live simply, as Chu Ran.

Black Wolf was unsure whether that army shrouded in gray mist required outside supplies. In the worst case, he assumed they were driven by some mysterious force and needed no resupply at all.

Night Sacrifice looked into the mirror and found no difference between the reflection and the image in his mind. What was the purpose of this mirror, anyway?

Divine Sight—this was an extremely rare spiritual technique, no less valuable than telekinesis. Both shared a common trait: they were cultivated through mental power.

Logically, such injuries involving bones should be treated at a hospital with proper care.

Suddenly, the flames were extinguished, and the calm lake exploded. No more stones fell; instead, they hung motionless in midair.

“What? What did you say? Say it again!” Butterfly was astonished, unable to believe her own ears.

The two acted in unison, opening their storage pouches to hastily pack things away, but in their rush, several jade bottles slipped out, their “elixirs” spilling onto the ground.

Perhaps Shen Qingming had simply been lucky, but the points were awarded to those who contributed, and Zhang Yuhuan hadn’t held anyone back despite her weakness.

Murong Jinnian edged closer to Murong Ruo. All that had transpired made him begin to suspect even the Prefect of Youzhou, whom he had never met.

Although rumors tended to exaggerate, Black Fox and Feng Xiyin were fellow disciples and knew each other well—if he said he could heal, then he surely could.

“I’ve slapped you a total of nine times—nine thousand yuan. Here’s ten thousand, keep the change.” With that, Monkey gave Song Xiang another slap, knocking two of his teeth out.

Yu Danqing was suddenly overcome by a tingling sensation, as if a pair of warm, slightly rough hands were gently caressing her, making her feel cherished and loved.

Then came a series of crashes as Gong Zizai and two other fierce men rolled out from inside like gourds tumbling across the ground.