Chapter Sixty-Four: Your Name Needs to Be Taught a Lesson

I Am the Legendary Divine Doctor Wu Qingkong 1275 words 2026-02-09 18:18:18

However, the flat-headed man had no idea that the burly fellow in front of him, whom he once need not concern himself with, was now beyond his ability to intervene. The burly man only now realized that Ye Cheng's hand was like a steel tiger's claw, gripping his wrist firmly, immovable. The burly man tried several times to break free, sweat pouring from his brow, yet his arm remained stubbornly locked, unable to move no matter how hard he struggled.

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After the King of Origin battle ended the day before, the new day ushered in the Emperor of Origin tournament. The selection format remained the same, but the combat was far more brutal. Today, to prevent any mishap befalling Lian’er during the contest, Xiao Xuan had no choice but to attend in person.

Beside him, Wu Gang’s expression was equally grim. They had never witnessed such terrifying power from a five-star Battle Emperor.

After injecting venom into Jiang Fan’s body, the giant serpent finally lay still, its life extinguished. Yet upon Jiang Fan, a strange black hue began to spread.

The other enemy infantry quickly realized what was happening and opened fire, but before they could even discharge a few bullets, a hail of gunfire rained upon them from the other side, far more intense. Instantly, they were riddled with holes, their bodies falling to the ground in a bloody mess, the earth soaked with their lifeblood.

These two men, for all their qualities, suffered from an obstinate pride and a stubborn need to prove themselves, which left others speechless.

“How about this: let’s do a blood test. If someone accidentally ate chocolate, the caffeine level in their blood will be elevated, and the results will be clear as day,” Lin Fei suggested.

What belongs to you is yours; what does not, cannot be forced. If fate exists between him and the Sword of Separation, it will surely return to him. If not, there is little point in trying to keep it by force.

Hearing this, the man inhaled sharply, as if this Liu Sheng Jian Shu was an extraordinary figure. He immediately went to arrange the task.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yan nodded solemnly. Hai Mochen slowly rose, turning to gaze upon the vast islands beneath the clouds, moved by emotion.

At that moment, Ye Wudao was in the wondrous realm of Wu Wei True Void, his senses completely sealed off from the outside world. After entering the state of serenity and emptiness, all thoughts faded away, marking the threshold of enlightenment. Yet without sufficient acquired internal energy to sustain it, attaining true enlightenment was impossible.

“Stop talking! I’m already annoyed enough!” Dongfang Shuo frowned and sat heavily on the stone bench beside him.

Yesterday, when Wu Xiao had just landed, a thick layer of clouds hung overhead. It wasn’t until nightfall that a torrential rain finally poured down.

Unlike those from the sect, innate experts raised in the secular world mostly developed their abilities through personal cultivation. Five Dragon City was remote and impoverished. The Fire Cloud Sect, however, possessed a second-rate spiritual vein, its vital energy far superior to that of this place.

“So, you’re the kind soul they spoke of! You’ve done well in this matter. I must give careful thought to how best to handle it!” Dongfang Shuo fell into contemplation.

“Especially Li Chen, who seems to have quite a few enemies,” Jiang Bingyu remarked pointedly.

Passing through the portal of light required a certain world—just as the Martial Master who tried to kidnap Lin Yi was slain before he could cross.

At this moment, Xue Qinghua’s old wounds were compounded by new ones; her chest had been stabbed, nearly injuring her heart. Even without the previous poison of the Heartbreak Flower, she was gravely wounded.

I was nearly at my breaking point; were it not for the dirt covering his face, making him look so pitiful, I would have been tempted to pick up that half-brick from earlier and hit him twice.

Though his voice carried a hint of coldness, Yan Qingwan sensed a long-lost concern. She knew this man cared for her; the feeling of being cared for was wonderful. Ever since her mother’s passing, she had never felt such warmth. Unconsciously, she nibbled at her pastry, her heart gently stirred.