The overall situation would of course still be left to Zhang Baiyu to handle.

The Film Emperor and Gu Tianque could serve as the face of Tianjun's fighting strength, but when it came down to it, they were ultimately only tools.

One thing worth mentioning: apart from these two and the dragon beast, there was one other person who could also serve as the face of Tianjun's fighting strength.

Zhou Yuan.

As the earliest experimental subject to enter the Tomb Palace of Chaos, Zhou Yuan was at this moment still lying within the tomb, not yet emerged.

Wei Zhao had once thought something terrible had happened...

'Bang! Bang!' Both punches landed on Xie Canglang's ribs—for a human, that spot was a vital area. But he was a spiritual entity; with a whoosh, Xie Canglang was sent flying, scraping noisily through the underbrush. Nangong Qing and Ren Fangkong exchanged a glance, then gave immediate chase.

Without another word, Zhang Fan drove his hand through from beneath Ye Yanran's armpit, seized her by the back, and with a fierce yank pulled her down.

And now, Zhang Fan had awakened the power of his bloodline. Perhaps this Bai family prodigy, Bai Zhan, would be pressed to the ground and thoroughly rubbed in the dirt by Zhang Fan.

After tidying up, he left the inn for lunch, then bought himself a brand-new set of clothes and changed into them, before leading his horse out to wander the streets.

Hearing his report, Beichen Haoxuan's hand, about to raise his wine cup, stopped dead; his eyes narrowed slightly, and his lips moved a little.

Zhang Wuji went straight on ahead through the cave. At first it was still broad, but as he went further it became incomparably narrow, barely wide enough for him to squeeze through.

I took a look and nodded as well. I pulled open every drawer of the deceased's office desk and checked them, but found nothing.

After giving his instructions, that Iron Board fellow bellowed his command: "Charge!" His gang rushed swiftly in that direction. And at this moment those people were still locked in endless squabbling, not in the least aware of what was happening over here.

"What! A mid-stage Condensed Meridian cultivator!" At this moment, upon hearing what the cultivator had just said, the second brother's brows knotted instantly.

At once, Zhang Fan pulled Sun Li up, then sat himself down on the stone-cutting machine, gripped the blade, and drove it straight down into the raw stone.

Hongyu told him the whole story truthfully. Hearing it, Chu Changsheng was naturally moved, but he was also in a great dilemma. He told Hongyu that if she wished to save Chu Changliu, she would have to give up every last drop of her essence blood.

For this round, the seven students remaining from the previous match, plus himself, made exactly four teams for combat.

Zhixue followed Ziying with light steps out of the great hall, winding through several long corridors. In the garden pavilion, Zisheng sat drinking alone; seeing Ziying come out, he waved him over, signaling him to approach.

Luo Chen pressed both hands over the bomb, and a peculiar power radiated from his palms.

At the same time, he barely adjusted the position of his legs, providing cover for Chu Tianxing, who was likewise without any weapon at all.

Zikuan did not look like he was joking, so Nan Xu calmed herself somewhat. Then something wondrous happened: when she tried to shift her shoulder toward the cliff's edge, an invisible force blocked her. She let go of Zikuan and pushed hard toward the cliff, and the force intensified accordingly, like a soft yet solid invisible wall.

"Impossible—this child is a gift from heaven to you, it is destined!" Lu Renbing said with utter certainty.

In an instant, high speed combined with the tremendous force of Mo Bai's iron fist exploded forth, carrying a terrifying fist wind! It crashed onto the giant lizard's skull like a mighty cannon.

"Excellent!" Lü Bu released his grip on Wang Li's neck, took his horse by the reins, swept a cold glance around at the crowd, then vaulted onto the horse's back. He lashed the animal's rump hard with his riding crop, and in a flash his figure vanished from their sight.

Tang Hao gave a bitter laugh; far from letting go, he held on even tighter. Even as he tried to talk her out of it, a strange feeling stirred in his heart—though a layer of silk skirt separated them, he could feel the delicacy and smoothness of the skin at Chu Lingyue's waist, a notch finer even than that of Sun Xiaoying of the Hundred Herbs Sect.

Of course, Li Jun did mention what happened with Duan Qingqing in the elevator, but he did not go into detail—such matters were surely not to be described too minutely.