Volume One, Chapter 45: The College Entrance Examination Begins

"Old pal, how's your preparation coming along?"
Chang Xi nudged Ye Cheng beside him.
"I'm definitely good to go, but what's up with those dark circles under your eyes?" Ye Cheng turned his head to look at Chang Xi.
The guy had two massive dark circles, sunken cheeks, and pale lips.

If they truly knew Su Xun'an's whereabouts, then besides the barbarian soldiers, there ought to be other top-tier masters accompanying him.

Jun Liuguang also stepped forward at this moment. He walked up to Chen Xing, watched for a moment, and then dropped straight to his knees before Jun Qingci.

Seizing the opportunity, Chu Lingyun leaped forward, attempting to deliver a fatal blow to the Martial Saint. Yet how vast was the battle experience of the Martial Saint's phantom? With a single tap of his foot on the ground, he leaped backward and effortlessly evaded Chu Lingyun's attack.

"Sister Xiling, what's wrong with me?" Looking around again, there was still only a vast expanse of green, and nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

At seven-thirty in the evening, I arrived downstairs at the Tianxiang Pavilion. This place was actually a private kitchen with no storefront outside, just a standalone villa. Someone guided us at the entrance, and we followed them through a maze of corridors into a private dining room.

He said to Long Ke, "I am about to unify the world and attain longevity. Truly, I have no predecessor in the past and no successor in the future."

Immediately, someone else pointed at Ning Hao, their faces full of righteous indignation, as if Ning Hao had committed some heinous crime against Meng Xin'er.

Chen the Basket-weaver hurried home. Seeing that he hadn't brought back a single stalk of pig-feed, He Caiju asked him in surprise what had happened.

"My death is not today," Chen Xing bit his tongue, letting the blood flow out to fight the pain in his body.

After all, I am so strong. If there are no powerful enemies at all, even if I could rule the three realms, it would be terribly dull, wouldn't it? I look forward to an ultimate battle. Even if I were to lose in this ultimate battle, what would it matter?

Although Batu Lu had won the victory, it was not without a price. A long, ferocious scar remained on his face, and his body was covered in countless saber and spear wounds; he had remained unconscious for a full half-month before waking up. The remaining one hundred thousand elite and strong soldiers were also utterly exhausted.

The entire scene fell into a dead silence, with everyone staring blankly at this youth with dancing long hair, speechless for a long time.

Ashina Silu had been fighting the Han people for more than ten years, and he had never encountered such a resolute and daring Han army. Facing their force of one thousand, the enemy had not hesitated for even a moment, marching a hundred miles before plunging directly and without pause into the thick of battle.

As for the many people like Tang Ning'an who were successfully turned away, they could only let out a long sigh of regret, shake their heads, and leave. Only Tang Ning'an's gaze flickered slightly, a trace of imperceptible amusement flashing in the depths of her eyes, before it vanished beneath the bright sunshine.

Qianye felt a chill rising straight to the top of his head, and his mind roared. If Liuyou were to control this sword in the future, his life would still be held in someone else's hands. Just thinking about it made him break out in a cold sweat.

The scene from a moment ago flashed instantly through his mind. He hurriedly reached into his sleeve and groped around, but touched nothing at all. He slapped his forehead in vexation—how could he have carelessly let her use his most treasured possession?

Without a word, Ling Yu walked straight back to Ling Xiaochen, nodded to his father Ling Xiaochen, and then departed.

For the sake of looking pretty, she was wearing a skirt paired with a woolen coat outside, and a pair of high-heeled boots below. Running in them was truly anything but advantageous.

After Chiyou finished his grand speech, the entire ancient city of Lin'an was plunged into a sea of fire, and even the advanced communication devices of Yue Fei and the others were shattered. Unable to contact personnel outside for emergency evacuation, he had to rely entirely on the adaptability of Niu Gao and the others.

"No!" Ping'er crawled to Ning Hua's side, hugging his body tightly with both hands, and said with great agitation, "He hasn't recovered yet, I'm not going anywhere! He promised me he would return to Mount Shu to teach me immortal arts; how can he break his promise?" Ping'er's tears streamed down continuously, dampening Ning Hua's face.