Chapter 52: If a Young Man Isn't Arrogant, Can He Still Be Called a Young Man?

Li Yan squinted at her for a moment, then slowly closed his eyes, let his hand drop, and sank back into silence and stillness. It seemed as though everything just now had been an illusion, and after uttering that single sentence, he showed no further reaction.

Xufusheng possessed rather formidable strength, and Su Xing lacked absolute certainty of success. Yet, driven by the desire to get to the bottom of the matter and coveting that phoenix marrow, his only recourse was to enlist the aid of Long Kun.

"Brother Fanchen, Sister Xue'er is right outside the door as well! Why don't you invite her in to join us?" Yang Meng'er said at this moment.

However, this actually saved Ye Xing some trouble. After making arrangements here to raise their vigilance, he hurried once again toward the next city.

"Hah, stop joking. Just within our business school alone, there are three senior female students he knocked up," Cynthia Paltrow said with absolute conviction.

At this point, Qin Yu raised his head slightly and saw dozens of people, divided into three groups, flying toward him.

Immediately, Fanchen burst forth with his maximum speed, escaping the attack range of the Heavenly Dao sphere of light.

Seeing her third brother and her lover depart, Li Huawan took Li Chongmao by the hand, offered a similar bow, and then hurried after them.

With a muffled boom, a surge of soul energy poured like flowing water into his soul sea, pushing its boundaries beyond five hundred and fifty miles, making it vast and more condensed.

"Dominion Field!" A late-stage saint suddenly unleashed his domain. It was a peculiar domain that enveloped everyone present, instantly giving everyone the sensation that the center of the universe had shifted, and all existence revolved around that late-stage saint.

Following the sword split, a scratch appeared on Duantian's left hand. Clearly, young commander Yuan Er had gained the upper hand in the first clash. This was the first time Duantian had been wounded since the war began. His injury lifted some of the morale that the alliance had just seen crushed; this virtually undefeated fiend had finally been wounded. Young commander Yuan Er certainly possessed some genuine skills.

A twenty percent increase in harvest was already a massive figure, meaning that an identical area of farmland could instantly support twenty percent more people.

"What a pity that the Tongtian Cult didn't take the lesson of that grandmaster to heart, did they? They came after us with intent to kill!" Nangong Yi still felt somewhat unreconciled and resentful.

Ouyang Wudi, while exchanging blows with the two of them, kept a watchful eye on Yan Zhen's battlefield nearby. He eagerly anticipated Yan Zhen defeating Yang Yanqing swiftly so that he could immediately step in to fill the gap.

Waiting until the second-to-last person to enter nodded, he swaggered into an upright posture, tossed Chiyako onto the ground, looked toward Ye Haochuan, and said arrogantly.

Reflecting on that shady bastard who had kicked him into the Phoenix Roost Pavilion, no matter how he looked at it, it felt like a prank—typical behavior from an acquaintance.

Following her gaze, Lin Yi saw that more than a thousand meters away, a massive complex of buildings formed the shape of a giant dragon's head.

"Tell me, and I can teach you my celestial-grade cultivation technique. This is also my only bargaining chip," the Red Demon suddenly said.

With the mocking jeers of the crowd echoing in his ears, Yang Wei cast a contemptuous glance at Siqi. Seeing her lower her head and choose to remain silent, he could not help but direct his gaze toward those who had spoken, an indescribable fury spreading outward from the center of his heart...

The night was deep, and Lu Yifan figured it would be just as well to head to the Baji Sect tomorrow. Dragging Zhang Zoutang along, he found a hotel and rented a room.

"First, hack off each other's hands and feet, and gouge out each other's eyeballs. Then I might spare your lives."

Yi Tianyun felt quite puzzled, as he did not fully understand the detailed abilities of the Five-Color Emperor Dragon. Pondering carefully, slavery brands and master brands truly bore a striking resemblance. If that was the case, wouldn't it be effortless to lift similar bindings if he found comparable treasures in the future?

"Ugly freak, are you courting death?" Hearing Yi Jianfeng's shouting, the sharp-faced, monkey-cheeked middle man was consumed by sudden rage. With a furious curse, he immediately raised his hand to strike Yi Jianfeng.

Cries for mercy and frantic roars echoed out... Yet no matter what choices they made, the ultimate outcome could not be altered.

"Alright, the two of you stop rambling. We don't have much time. Get a good night's sleep tonight, and Lao Chu, head over to Dao Sanbu and the others' stronghold tomorrow to investigate whether their backgrounds are as true as Uncle Kong claimed!" Xiang Zuo turned his head and said to Chu Yang.

"Hahahaha! I originally intended to kill you first and then your wife, but now I've changed my mind. I'll kill your wife first, and let you watch with your own eyes as she dies before you!" Number Nine laughed out of extreme rage; no one had ever spoken to him in such a manner.

A player like him, who loved utilizing the width of the pitch and spent most of his time roaming the flanks, could still create so many scoring opportunities for the team. It was truly astonishing.

"Even if I didn't notify my family, you must have told that girl Xiao Yue, right?" Ji Mo said. He had long known that his journey to the realm of cultivation would be "tipped off" by Mi Lin.

Because the Yuhuang Divine Kingdom had already notified the Great Qin Divine Kingdom's royal family under Xiang Wentian's arrangements, Qin Yan and Xiang Wentian were escorted away by specialists sent specifically by the Great Qin Divine Kingdom the moment they arrived.

Yet the onlookers by the roadside merely watched him with apathy. After all, everyone recognized this man's identity—he was Cao Xinning, the son of a prominent jeweler in Tianze City. The ordinary civilians on the street dared not voice any complaints.

Anyone possessing such divine powers was a supreme powerhouse whom no one across the entire dome continent dared to provoke.

Jia Qianqian had remained silent throughout. She knew Nie Wuzheng would not truly kill him; she was merely worried that Long Que would stop at nothing to intercept and assassinate Nie Wuzheng, in which case Nie Wuzheng would undoubtedly perish.

Before becoming a model, Duijuan had practiced ballet for nine years. Her idol at the time was the prima ballerina Tan Yuanyuan—a native of Shanghai and the principal dancer of the San Francisco Ballet.

Miao Hu wore a red martial arts combat uniform, his legs tightly bound with cloth strips, and held a long silver sword in his hand.

A familiar voice echoed from within that dark spatial turbulence. Not only the ecstatic Yang Jie, but even the distant Yi Xingyun were struck dumb with astonishment. They saw that within the spatial turbulence, those individual droplets of Qin Yan's blood were crazily converging together, and in less than a fleeting instant, the blood had actually coalesced into a human shape.