Chapter 58: The Steamed Cornbread at the Educated Youth Point Was Underdone

No matter what, Sekai Saionji finally loosened her grip on the gun, letting it fall to the ground. She squatted down in front of me, biting her lip, her face full of apology.

Huo Tianlin still didn't quite understand, unaware that the name Qingxue was actually given to her by me.

Given Nangong Ren's status, he naturally had no right to bid with an Earth-tier top-grade martial art. He was merely stalling for time, waiting for the experts of the Nangong family to arrive.

Ling Zhiyuan had attended executive committee meetings at the municipal, county, and township levels, and had never seen any top official arrive late. Zhang Dashan was truly one of a kind.

Chen Qingyang smiled. Everything was within his expectations, and a slight sense of relief washed over him.

Lu Qing'er also smiled and said, "I have long heard that Prince Duan is considerate of his subordinates. Seeing it today, it is indeed true."

He believed that Chen Qingyang would never harm him, and this second option was undoubtedly the best choice.

If Ning Yuanheng was a prefect, why would he show such deep respect to Zhao Yang? Clearly, Ning Yuanheng looked old enough to be Zhao Yang's father.

This action consumed an excessive amount of magical power; even Saber would not dare to use it recklessly. Just now, she had counted on the holy sword being deflected back by Surtur, which was why she dared to employ such a method.

Liu Yuxuan nodded without wasting words. He picked up a bucket of water with both hands and poured it straight over the unconscious Zhan Long. Zhan Long gave a start and snapped back to consciousness, narrowing his eyes to scan the entire room. Then, he looked at Zhang Zihao, who was sitting on the sofa, and remained silent, looking utterly disheveled.

Yet now, facing Leonidas's impending strongest strike, Fenrir still did not pursue, quietly waiting for Leonidas's attack to arrive.

However, when Ye Feng saw a blood-stained iron tray beside the bed, a look of surprise immediately appeared on his face.

Fortunately, a harpy tribe only consisted of a few dozen individuals. Though it would be exhausting, he could imbue his precious sword with holy light and barely manage to hold his own against these harpies.

Qin Ya gave a faint smile, gazing at the few of them as he pondered inwardly: Purple robes, purple cloud insignia—it seems they are from the Purple Cloud Heavenly Mountain, one of the top sects in the Southern Territory.

"Who on earth is he?" For a moment, everyone turned to look at Muchen, their faces filled with shock.

"Old man, we can only go to the Underworld. Given this situation, we can't win in a direct fight," Muchen said with an ugly expression. Strong cultivators from the divine race had joined the fray, and brute force would not suffice.

Perhaps passing two trials consecutively, perilous though it had been, brought rewards that helped her understand Yang Yipeng's earlier words.

In ancient times, she created the Divine Tree and absorbed the powers of other first-generation elves, turning the Divine Tree into her instrument for ruling the world.

Shao Lihua was not annoyed that her husband had arbitrarily decided what she would drink. Instead, she unceremoniously removed the bag from her shoulder while her gaze involuntarily drifted upstairs.

"Yes, it exists. This is a skipped-generation genetic trait; my father had this heart condition as well. How did you know?" An Yusuan asked hurriedly.

"Then why didn't you stay? Don't tell me you did it for Qingya. I can tell you're a person with ambition; staying abroad would give you excellent development prospects," Su Beichen smiled.

Bai Zeshao in the hospital was not sleeping; instead, he stayed in his room, opened the window, and looked outside.

Uncle Huang shook his head with self-awareness. He disassembled the sniper rifle in his hands and packed it into a rectangular box.

After all, given Lin Yuxi's current academic standing, let alone surpassing her, even getting the students in the school to come close to her level was impossible. In fact, the teachers were well aware that for a student like Lin Yuxi, the faculty could offer no substantial academic assistance.

The commentary booth remained a chaotic uproar. Adrian was still frantically praising the previous goal into the microphone, Pedroche could not hide her disappointment and kept sighing, while Guerrero stood up, stretching his arms out wide like the fans below the commentary booth, striking a worshipping pose.

Alright, let's begin the tactical lesson now. We must finalize the lineup for this weekend's match against Numancia today.

"No, no, no. I trust Potts completely; that's just her job description, and I have no reason to disturb her." Tony could always find an excuse to escape.

Moreover, Earth's organisms alone were bizarre and varied. If another creature had been the one to liberate its hands in the beginning, today's rulers would have been different. Clearly, the human form held an evolutionary advantage in Earth's environment.

He shared a triple room with Bodhi and Sun Qingchen. Tossing and turning on his bed, he kept rolling over, causing Sun Qingchen to frown.

"It really is... really is..." Qin Chuling held the yellow silk brocade in her hands, continuously whispering to herself, her trembling body a testament to her overwhelming agitation at that moment.

"I, Hua Bin, only have this one son. If anyone dares to disturb my son's medical treatment, don't blame my Ten-Step Killing Spear technique for showing no mercy!" With that, Hua Bin fiercely stabbed the short spear in his hand downward, driving it straight into the blue bricks.

Perhaps sensing that Elder Ye had truly departed, Ji Chen's expression relaxed somewhat as he leaned against a tree fork and coughed loudly. His face was pale, his demeanor listless, and a thread of blood was trickling from the corner of his mouth.

The hundred-odd Awakened representatives gathered here had also returned via the green channel. Opposite these Awakened ones, members of the Thorn League stood in strict battle array, the atmosphere taut with hostility.

Indeed, the Eagle of Diophi, Ilgla, had only 10% of its health remaining. Being struck by the candelabra had knocked off a massive chunk of its HP, and coupled with the Endless Tsunami it had unleashed at the cost of 20% health just moments ago, it was now looking somewhat withered.

Having already suffered a crushing defeat, if they were to lose their momentum here as well, the alliance between the Turks and the Jiang family would plunge into genuine ruin.

Tai Jian no longer dared to be careless. Relying on his sect's Lotus Step, however, he did not panic. Collecting his composure, he lashed out with another kick aimed at Jiang Han's lower body.

Fang Zheng nodded. "Such an important matter—of course I must handle it personally." With that, he whispered a few words into Jiang Han's ear.

Hmph, fine "Dishwashing Liquid," telling on me again. Just see if I don't drive you crazy with anger next class. Thinking this to myself, I forced an awkward smile toward Teacher Song.

Seeing the superficial smile lingering on Empress Dowager Niu's face, Xu Ji felt utterly nauseated. Rolling her eyes, a scheme hatched in her mind.

"Whoosh." At that moment, the air inside the Kazekage's office suddenly rippled and distorted, and an instant later, Naruto's figure appeared within the room.