101 Superhero 10

Every era produces a transcendent figure who leads the tide of the times and heralds its rise, much like emperors of old; they are the chosen scions of their age.

“Hmph! The sins of the Evil Clan cannot be washed away even after ten thousand years!” the elder who had spoken before cast a cold glare at Luo Qianhan.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the arena grew exceedingly tense. The countless giants, whose blood had just been stirred to a boiling fervor by the battle hymns and moved by the stirring tales they had heard, now felt as if their hearts were blocked by a massive boulder, leaving them speechless with anguish.

“Really?” Wang Peng, overcome with excitement, hurried forward without even greeting Cheng Pengfei, sitting down beside him and staring intently at his face as he asked anxiously.

And not only that—the once illustrious heads of the Qi Mu family lay all fallen to the ground at this moment. If news of this spread, it would be a shocking revelation: all ten patriarchs of the Qi Mu family, including the clan leader, had been defeated?

“I not only know that Yulong was taken by the devils, but also that the guerrilla forces intercepted him on the way to Nanjing,” Yu Xinyuan stated decisively. Naturally, he would not reveal to Song Kaishun that behind him stood Fang Zhengwu, the living history of Lei Jiang.

Shi Zhongxing had been standing there since morning, watching the farce unfold from the tower top. Through the windows of the great hall below, though distant, his formidable senses allowed him to hear every word spoken inside.

Yet, this was only an impression; he did not fully believe the sole purpose was to fight him. Beyond the possibility of a battle-loving madman, another explanation might be sheer boredom.

A baseball bat pressed against his forehead, and from his hairline there suddenly streamed a line of blood, slowly dripping down onto the ground.

“If it were me, I would still seek revenge,” Yang Yunxi said after a long hesitation.

Xi Xizhi felt reassured, brushing away the opportunistic hand, and then casually snuggled into An Honghan’s embrace.

He had found a secluded spot, thinking himself safe, unaware that Luo Yan, the Demon King, was lurking in the shadows.

Zi Xi surveyed the chaotic scene; this disorder was far more than mere opportunism—it was clearly an intrusion into the secret realm.

Fan Zijin had only briefly allowed himself a moment of pride before focusing on the matter at hand. Qi Haoran had now “escaped” the encirclement of Liu Dahei and Lin Man; as long as he could conceal his tracks and flee Jinghu, he could rendezvous with the imperial army and be truly safe.

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Zongzheng Huailing was displeased, and even the glance cast towards Yelü Suhe burned with resentment, as if harboring a deep grudge against him.

The Feather Stage’s musical scores were exclusively mastered by the palace lord in the Phantom Sound Palace; others who obtained them could not comprehend their essence. Thus, the Scroll of the Recruitment Stage was the highest reward bestowed upon the envoys.

Upon meeting, the Disciplinary Monk immediately asked whether Yunse was willing to join his sect—a tremendous honor.

Mingzhu felt a pang in her heart; she did not wish to part from Zhuangzhuang, but this journey was perilous, and bringing him along was clearly unwise. She silently held Zhuangzhuang close, unable to utter a word.

Yet, Elder Wu remained unhurried, glancing around and solemnly counting his fingers as he muttered incantations.

With a thunderous crash, a ragged orc clad in tattered clothes dropped before Li Chen, wielding a gray hammer and an iron shield.

After all, Gu Yunchi usually preferred light fragrances or the scent of plants and herbs, rarely using such a strong aroma.

Taking the water pouch, Xiao Lang drank a few sips, then pulled out some rations and shared them with Qiu Zhizhong, and the two began eating.

But looking at this guest, whose attire and manner were somewhat unusual, one could not shake the feeling that he had accomplished something extraordinary.

The sound of their collision echoed loudly. Zhao Gu was brimming with confidence that a single punch could cripple Chu Han, yet when their fists met—

Si Nanyi descended the stairs to find Aunt Li absent; she presumed Aunt Li had retreated to her room early to avoid embarrassment.

“You wanted to strike earlier, didn’t you? You held back until stepping outside to strike because you worried about damaging the shelves and affecting the handover, right?”

Previously in the game hall, all players had been male, which had given him a “reliable” image. Now entering the dating sim dungeon, adjustments were made based on the romantic choices he made?

Xiao Jingchuan bantered and cursed as he operated, while the soldiers seemed somewhat dazed. It was impossible to digest everything at once, but the military order was clear: the gains from the strong must be surrendered. Thus, under Sun Peizhong’s command, squads of soldiers formed and began gathering weapons and supplies from beneath the high platform.

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In the top-floor management conference room, a young blond man with blue eyes sat in an intricately carved armchair against the wall, twirling a magic wand between his fingertips.

Before the leaders of Qianyanshan reached Anran, the matter had already been decisively resolved by a powerful figure from District Five.

Yet, the result was the same as before: all organs functioning normally, with heart rate and EEG readings within normal ranges.

Upon hearing this, Mingzhu grasped the gravity of the situation. To be frank, she remained neutral within the court but dared not offend the Empress or Crown Prince; otherwise, she would not have tacitly allowed Nalan Rongruo’s friendship with Ling Tai.

Yang Xiyu was unwilling to comply, saying, “Cousin, don’t rush to send them away. I’ve come to escort you and Aunt Gu back to the Vice Minister’s residence.”

Some matters are grave, involving life and death—just as they had accompanied Jiang Lushi on her final journey.

Xiao Junyan caught the thrown porcelain bottle, opened the stopper, quickly swallowed a pill from within.

Lin Annuan had certainly considered these things, but what she could not understand was the difference between this life’s An Jianuan and the one from her previous life.

Anran’s voice lingered long in the banquet hall; when she rose, she seemed divine, and when she sat, she was the master of everyone present.

“Captain, why have you gathered us? Is there another mission? Didn’t you say we could rest for two months?” About ten minutes later, the bloodied mercenary group members yawned and asked Li Fei.