Chapter 35: The True and False Heiress 35

For the young man who led an army of monsters to save the nation from crisis while remaining anonymous, the people affectionately dubbed him the "Demon God."

The basketball that flew out was ultimately awarded to the Nets. Replays showed that Garnett had swiped the ball back onto the court, while Duncan had swatted it out of bounds, leading the referees to award possession to the Nets.

The head of the Chuanliu Club did not quite understand Wang Yue’s words, nor did he care to; the match was what mattered most.

As soon as Long Mengmeng left, Long Long’s expression turned cold and grim. He clenched his fists tightly, looking deeply resentful.

Young Master Hong didn't mind; as long as the monster behind him behaved, that was enough. Truth be told, if he had to drag such a behemoth all the way home, he would be exhausted to the point of collapse.

The first gunshot was fired by Wang Yue, and the second by Han Moxi. Because Wang Yue’s hand trembled, his sniper aim was wildly off, causing his preemptive shot to miss entirely. Han Moxi, firing a split second later, landed a precise headshot on Wang Yue.

"It seems I must accelerate my breakthrough to the peak of the Dao Sovereign realm!" a native at the mid-stage of the Dao Sovereign realm clenched his fist in secret.

Tang Feng, however, ordered them to remain hidden within the warship. These two profound beast experts were his trump cards, and he certainly wouldn't use them unless absolutely necessary. But now, if he let Xiong Da and Brother Pig launch a covert attack on the fleet behind them, he feared that in mere minutes, more than half of the fleet would be destroyed.

"You—" Gongyang Xueying gritted her teeth in hatred, wishing she could shatter that face, which was currently wearing an infuriating smile, into pieces.

In a clash between experts, unless one conceals a powerful trump card, the disparity in strength can usually be determined within a move or two.

This letter was clearly written to Wu Yun by Liang Yi shortly after he had left twelve years ago. Unfortunately, tragedy struck Liang Yi before she could ever send it.

"Brother, let's run! Every man for himself!" Weng Bohong shouted, turning and sprinting toward the rear.

In the distance, the long-haired man was sent flying, crashing onto the ground. The sword in his hand had been knocked loose the moment he was sent airborne, falling to the earth. Bai Qianyu caught the short blade, slowly pointing it diagonally toward the ground, his demeanor as cold and detached as ever.

"True enough." The others couldn't help but feel discouraged. They were just college students in an ivory tower, lacking the social networks to be of any real help.

Senior Mu Yueyun narrowed her beautiful eyes. She hadn't been drinking? Then why was there the scent of alcohol on her? It wouldn't just appear out of nowhere, would it?

Fortunately, Chi Hua was within the Sea of Metal. As long as his ability didn't exhaust, he had infinite metal to provide protection, so even if he was being pinned down, his life was not in immediate danger.

Over the course of the previous night, 33 accidental deaths and injuries had occurred within the war fortress, and every single victim was a key military or political official under the Bloody Tsar.

Old Master Han was stunned. He hadn't expected Lin Jie to put forward Fang Minghua, but judging by the previous match, Fang Minghua did possess a certain level of skill.

"Am I seeing things? I think I just saw a giant panda run past in the middle!" The man with the gun rubbed his eyes incessantly. Turning back, he saw the hunchbacked man with his mouth agape, pointing in the direction the caravan had fled. "What are you doing? Are you stupid?" the man said, shoving the hunchbacked man.

Yu Xiaoyu yawned, rubbed her messy hair, and, while throwing on a coat, walked toward the sliding door, intending to freshen up.

Yang Bian stomped his foot hard and vaulted out of the doorway; his speed truly inherited the characteristics of the cat-like flash-step.

As it drew near, the giant long-armed ape seemed to sense the dangerous aura invisibly radiating from Su Yang. It reined itself in just in time and fled in terror.

Gui Liudao flipped backward for a dozen feet, pinched his fingers to cast a spell, and chanted an incantation. A black cloud materialized, and he leaped onto it, speeding forward. Unexpectedly, the black cloud suddenly trembled, and a scorching heat enveloped his entire body, dragging him toward the ground.

Windfalls do not happen to these honest farmers; if one were to suddenly appear, the inevitable consequence would be the loss of even more wealth.

On both sides of him stood giant walls a hundred meters high, like a mountain range, stretching on in a line with no end in sight.

Sun Desheng was overjoyed to have the help of these five people. He immediately led them to Maoxian Town and searched it thoroughly, but could not find Ni Duoshi or Long Xian'er.

In daily life, Luo Ni and Su Sha rarely spoke of their Ghost Sovereign clan affairs. In this perilous, desolate world, inquiring about someone else's heritage was a matter of life and death. Crossing that line could not be settled with a simple, sincere apology.

Jin Zemin had received no prior notice, and by the time he was informed, Cao Peng was already at the gate of the ancestral home.

Gui Liuxiu let out a coquettish laugh and called out, "Oh? So that means there really is a treasure? Whether it's useful or not, we'll know when we see it. Bring it out and let us all have a look." She toyed with the curved blade in her hand, stepped on Ni Duoshi, and, with a triumphant expression, locked her eyes on Grandma Jiuying.

His senior brother's storage bag was now in his possession. The first time he opened it, Zuo Jun was staggered by the dazzling array of magical artifacts and treasures. He swallowed hard, suppressed the impulse to claim them all as his own, and picked up the iron sword to practice for three hours, only then finally calming down.

"Hello." Song Tianji watched Harveyza, who was brimming with hostility. A man’s intuition told him that this guy definitely had feelings for Angel.