How to Handle a Cast of All Straight Men 11

With his breath growing extremely weak, Ye Tiannan could no longer sustain himself under the barrage of divine patterns. Covered in injuries, he collapsed onto the plaza.

Having said that, he strode away from the instructor without looking back. He had nothing left to cherish here.

"Don't worry, I never break a promise I've made to you. As for you, where is the person who promised to treat my hand?" Master Rat looked at him and asked.

Moreover, Su Zhuo vaguely felt that these mighty spiritual energies were not merely contained within the cultivation dwelling.

On the bed, Wang Bing lay flat on his back while Tang Wanqing had tumbled forward directly onto him, their lips unexpectedly meeting in a kiss.

Those eight thick, black, giant legs rubbed continuously against each other in the air, even generating faint sparks.

Amidst countless complex gazes filled with tension, shock, fear, and trembling, Li Yisheng finally reached the summit of Sword Ruins Peak.

"How is this possible? Could this fellow be a monster?" That voice rang out once again, brimming with sheer disbelief.

Right at that moment, Chu Xi extended his finger. Much like a teacher pointing at a blackboard to lecture students, his finger simply gave a gentle tap at a spot within the atomic array.

"Brother, you sure have a lot of brothers." Xu Jiayi had been dissatisfied with this fellow all day long, and now that he wanted to step out, she would first have to let him get past her.

With a final cold snort, Mo Wangze made his meaning perfectly clear. He said not another word, believing that everyone present understood his intent.

Thinking to this, Luo Liang naturally would not let Mo Xuan act so wantonly. Although he had been injured by Mo Xuan's single strike, the injury was minor and of no great consequence. Enduring the pain, Luo Liang unleashed a series of thunderous punches straight toward Mo Xuan's chest.

Generally speaking, the vast majority of Upper Domain Lords breaking through to Sacred Domain Lords face the Seven-Nine Heavenly Tribulation, lasting sixty-three years.

At this time, it should have been past the hour of Zi, and the city's night market had long since dispersed. Moreover, being near the imperial palace, there should not have been any other pedestrians on the road. Where, then, did those faint footsteps he vaguely heard come from?

Ziyun narrowed her eyes as she looked at us. Because her mouth was sealed with adhesive tape, she could not utter a single word.

He sat in the carriage, surrounded by an entourage, arriving fashionably late. The guests had already gone upstairs and were quietly waiting. Given the situation, the Tang family still had a chance to turn the tables. They would not miss the opportunity to curry favor with them. Hearing the arrival of the Second Young Master Tang's carriage, they hurriedly rushed out to welcome him.

After waiting for a long time, he finally saw his master walking over at a leisurely pace. He was extremely displeased; how could his master be like this, not sad at all? He pouted in sullen anger.

They simply could not locate the Ice Peak Realm Lord. The moment he sensed danger, Dongfang Chen instantly suppressed a Metamorphosis Realm Lord, destroyed his physical body, sealed his soul, and then transformed into this Realm Lord himself.

Jinxiu felt a deep sense of shared sorrow upon hearing this. Imperial Concubine Lan enjoyed the utmost favor of the emperor, which even led to Wusang's birth making him the emperor's most valued prince, yet precisely because of this, disaster had been invited.

Finally speaking in reply, once these words were finished, Ye Ran opened his eyes once more to look at his grandmaster, his gaze completely devoid of any trace of guilt.

Because the special forces world was one where the weak fell prey to the strong, they only ever submitted to the strong. If you had the ability to defeat your instructor, you could become the instructor. Therefore, the moment they saw Shen Tianxing defeat Song Yuandong with a single move, while there had been lingering resentment in their hearts at first, it instantly transformed into intense excitement.

Chen Ruo sat beside Lin Xiaoxiang, watching her relaxed expression and hidden smirk. No matter how she looked at it, it seemed rather insidious. Recalling He Luoxun's miserable screams from earlier, which she still found too agonizing to hear, although she did not know what had happened to the other party, she was certain it was related to Lin Xiaoxiang.

The two of them pointed out with a finger simultaneously. They did not use swords; with the cultivation of two Sword Saints, eliminating a Sword King was a matter of a mere flick of the finger. Even with Night Cold's various trump cards, this strike should be more than enough.

Although Lin Xiaoxiang was filled with extreme anger, she had not lost her reason. Her eyes narrowed slightly, flashing with a brilliance sharper than sword light, faintly exuding a dangerous aura.

For instance, the person in black pursuing her was like a ghost, ruthless in their attacks. Every move came from a tricky angle, impossible to guard against, and their lightness skills were superb. If she couldn't beat them, she would try to run, yet she couldn't shake them off, doggedly hunted down, and if she wasn't careful, she would suffer a severe injury.

"Alien refers to another existence floating in the universe outside the continental space where you reside. It is another great thousand world." A voice echoed in her mind.

Stepping out of the helicopter, they saw someone already waiting at the helipad to escort them to the guesthouse for the night. That night, Li Yuxiang and Zheng Wen held the final "pre-battle meeting."

Yun Qian looked curiously deep into the peach blossom grove, but after waiting for a long time, no more sounds came out. Just as she couldn't help wanting to step inside, another voice rang out.

Because the hour was already late and there were no other habitable places around Gu Liuqi, they decided to stay overnight in the settlement and set off again the next day.

Madam Ru was, after all, a person who had lived through many years; with just a single glance, she could discern Jing Rong's current mood.

"We've truly run out of options. If casualties become too heavy by pushing further ahead, we'll simply have to retreat, or head to a nearby city to recuperate for a few days while waiting for reinforcements from the clan," Phoebe Yale said helplessly. It seemed that specialized skills were required, and flushing out these covert scoundrels proved somewhat difficult for all three factions.

Old Madam Bai nodded and did not continue to make things difficult for her with sharp words. After all, her son was present, and to completely strip her of her dignity would likely create a rift with him once more.

Jing Rong rolled over—she had been lying flat on her back, but now she pressed her back against the wall, facing Helian Chenyuan's direction. Because the room lacked windows, the bright moonlight outside could not shine in, leaving the interior pitch black and entirely devoid of visibility.