Chapter Fifty-Nine: Almost Late

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Others might not have noticed, but Wu Rousha certainly did. That was the demon who had pinned her down and tormented her for a full half hour! Her face was filled with terror. "Why has she shown up again?" She had already made inquiries—this demon was supposed to have vanished long ago. Yet, here she was, leading a team out for their very first hunt, only to stumble right into this accursed creature. Without waiting to see if the rest of her hopeless crew would heed her signal to retreat, she slipped away on her own.

Jiang Wangshu drifted on by.

There’s a saying that you can only give the wrong name, never the wrong nickname—and the title “Iron Wheel King” fit the opponent perfectly. With a single strike, Ye Zun shattered Nangong Mietian’s water power, then strode toward him, his eyes brimming with a sharp, deadly aura, so keen it was as if his gaze alone could cut. He looked like a blade incarnate.

“Boundless and infinite, the world is round and square...” Bai Xue thought of a possibility. After passing through the black hole, she might no longer be in her original dimension.

Ye Zun shook his head. The cold realm’s talents might indeed be exceedingly rare, but its arrogance was even greater.

“A fifth kind of superpower?!” Tang Lian couldn’t help but gasp at the sight. Was this a cultivator or a revenant? How could anyone possibly have five kinds of superpowers?

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These spirit plants were widely distributed, unlike trees, which—even at their largest—could only cover so much ground.

For Mu Han, he had only ever encountered grand martial artists like Leng Wufeng and Lin Zhen. As for those of even higher rank, perhaps his own father was among them, but he had no way of knowing. Therefore, he remained just a low-level martial artist, familiar only with the techniques below the grandmaster realm.

After several transformations, Ye Feng finally felt in control; he summoned the Gate of Space. In the next instant, controlling his foreign puppet, he suddenly became a burst of light and shot through the portal.

Yet, this young man... Yuan Cheng quickly composed himself, adjusting his demeanor and mood in a short time. The look he gave Meng Tian was full of unfathomable meaning.

Qin Tai could almost guess his opponent’s methods. As soon as he arrived in Jiangnan, the princes would think of ways to summon him one after another.

Han Zhan shouted in shock, his eyes wide with terror. Everyone turned to look in the direction he indicated.

“Even so, do you know what I’m thinking?” the King of the Underworld, Ming Yue, was taken aback, then sighed and asked slowly.

Majin Buu squinted with a smile, then suddenly donned a stern expression, clearly showing anger.

“My name is Xu Xuri.” At the time, his joy seemed infectious, and he told her his name.

“You—are you sure? Will you do anything?” The voice from within was cold, yet Wu Yun detected a trace of longing. He frowned.

It was already 1:40 a.m., but the scene outside the Flowing Years Cinema was even livelier than before.

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“I can’t believe I actually know someone who’s about to be a celebrity! Amazing!” Jie Shuai exclaimed excitedly.

Such a terrifying presence made it shudder uncontrollably; it trembled from head to toe, cold sweat beading, its eyes full of fear.

Both were radiating a strange light at that moment, veins bulging, power erupting, leaving the onlookers utterly stunned.

The flour was pure, with no other grains mixed in, and there was white rice as well. There was even meat—not much, but still a sumptuous spread.

If measured by the strength rankings promoted by the Mercenary Guild in the Athenian Kingdom, their combat prowess would be equivalent to a level-five warrior.

Murphy wiped the cold sweat from his brow. He had always known the High Priest’s combat power was formidable, but had thought it was just divine arts.

This was evident from the fact that it took a dragon hundreds of years and thousands of matings to produce a single egg; nothing could make it clearer.