Chapter 81: The Twelfth Sorcerer

Her ferocity, her excitement as the fight intensified, were witnessed clearly by her comrades gathered around the edge of the field. It was truly impressive—her desire to win only grew stronger as the fight went on.

Xie Zheng and Lu Yuyan stood at a corner not far away and caught every word of the conversations around them.

“All right, let him go,” Jiang Taixuan spoke up. Although Sun Houzi had the upper hand, if he really wanted to keep the opponent there, he would have to invoke the power of gods and demons, which wasn’t worth it—it would leave him weakened for days.

As Z7 saw him approaching, he immediately withdrew the half of his body he’d stuck out, sat up straight, and waited with the demeanor of a peacock displaying its feathers for the captain to come to the Azure Bird’s side.

In this episode, Han Shenyan’s portrayal of Li Xun had, for the first time, overshadowed the main character, Li Jin. Yet, the audience who supported him did not feel any excitement about this.

They had always known that Ye Jian would one day become a true member of the Snowfield Special Forces, and they had waited for her arrival. What they hadn’t expected was that when she finally arrived, she would be met not with applause, but with one challenge after another.

“How…how did you know?” Shangguan Po couldn’t help but marvel at his wife’s mysterious abilities.

“Wenwen’s soul is the same as Ao Cunxin from the Primeval World, so she’s not going,” Jia Kuiyun explained.

In the room beside the pool, a set of white celestial robes was laid out—standard attire for immortals, the most basic kind, freely provided to those who had just ascended to the heavens. The more elaborate garments, however, immortals would have to make for themselves.

“Marshal Mu, what brings you and the Gryphon Squad to summon the Academy? Doing so is rather inappropriate,” Instructor Wen stood atop the golden dragon’s head and spoke with calm gentleness.

The village chief’s residence was spacious, with no less than four bedrooms. To be safe, the three of them chose two adjacent rooms to stay in.

Though the population and military standards of this lower plane far exceeded those of the sparsely populated Ziling Crystal Realm,

Seeing this, Ju Jiuyuan and Kong Xuan both turned pale. Their powers had been surging within the Palace of Awe, but now they sensed the force of this mysterious yellow current. Naturally, they began to withdraw their energies from the palace, attempting to defend themselves.

“Could it be poison?” Tu Ming glanced coldly at Luan’er and circulated his energy, but found nothing amiss with his body. This filled him with suspicion.

Two entirely different energies circulated within, cold and heat intertwining; ice and flame met, refusing to yield to one another, yet inseparable—ice and fire, born of the same origin, mutually nourishing and restraining.

Many magicians had no habit of marriage. Take the Faceless Holy Tower, for example: of the more than five hundred magicians in residence, nearly seventy percent were single.

The moment he stepped into the central ice cave, the world spun violently. When he finally found his footing, a beast’s furious roar thundered at his side, making his ears ring and almost causing him to cough up blood.

“This is the Array of My Four-Aspect Eyes. In my formation, all targets except myself will be infected by the sword’s radiance!” Bai said coldly.

“Don’t worry. With the Marmet Allied Union’s intervention, the Lord of the Undead won’t be able to extract too much of the world’s essence of death. It will only reclaim what originally belonged to the Undead Realm,” Lilith said.

Outside the inn, thunder and rain raged. The vengeful spirit, clutching Zhao Ling’er in his arms, leapt madly across uneven rooftops—his speed a world apart from the staggering steps he’d shown before entering the inn, so much so that even Guan Qing’s extraordinary agility found it hard to keep up.

“Hello, we’d like to form a mercenary group, and call it Roar,” Wang Wei seized the moment to approach while Captain Hu was talking with someone else.

“Li Guo, you…” Captain Hu sighed. He agreed with Wu Zhanyuan for the same reason: if they clashed with Chu Xiong here, even if those in Fujia Town survived, there was no guarantee the rest in Guping City would be safe.

Their team now numbered more than thirty, fanned out in a semi-circle, as Shangguan Wenfei watched the insect soldiers nervously. She had already activated her thought simulation skill, constantly confounding the marching bug soldiers. As long as their group made no sudden moves, they could fool the patrol.

Sun Qin’s endurance was still no match for Mima’s. In the end, she could only soak at the edge, watching Mima persist in learning freestyle. Mima insisted that Sun Qin’s strokes looked more elegant.

Almost in an instant, the reputation of “The Banner of Our Fathers” came to an abrupt halt and began to decline at a perceptible rate. Though professional reviews kept appearing, criticism of the film’s theme was endless.

With a calm tone, he stepped forward and saw someone sitting by the round table, sipping tea. The face was still stiff, expressionless, yet Hua Ruchu felt as if the person were smiling.

Seeing my parents’ stiff faces, I knew they probably didn’t approve of me having a boyfriend.

“Last night, Feng Qingyu came to see me…” Shangguan Wenfei recounted the events of the previous night in a few simple words.

But this didn’t mean she had missed her chance with Northern Emperor University. There were two rounds of early admissions, and she could still take the unified college entrance exam for admission. There were plenty of opportunities.

Seeing this, Yinzhen, both amused and exasperated, pulled her hand down and held it gently, neither too tight nor too loose, leading her slowly toward the main gate.

“Arrogant!” Li Chen’s arms tensed, and a violent killing aura surged to the heavens. The massive purple axe whirled instantly, a stream of purple light swirling around it, radiating a terrifying, icy gleam.