Eighty-two Talents

"Mere tricks!" Bai Zongnan's face was marked with disdain as he raised the long blade in his hand and swept it horizontally.

"Clang!"

Blades collided, brilliant sparks erupted, and fierce winds surged in all directions.

Bai Zongnan felt a violent tremor in his grip.

"Bang!" He staggered back seven or eight steps before regaining his footing. Only then did he look at the pig demon before him in astonishment.

"What incredible strength!" Bai Zongnan sighed inwardly.

He could clearly sense—

Even if the Emperor, out of compassion, spared their lives, they could not simply be let off so easily. The prince believed that these guards should be imprisoned in the heavenly dungeon, stripped of their powers, and handed over to the Three Judicial Offices for a rigorous interrogation, so as to uncover the true mastermind behind this rebellion.

"Crack..." The transparent membrane that separated the bell and the spatial attribute burst open, as her enlightenment swept through.

This was not a banquet attended solely by members of the Lei family. Several other prominent families and major financial groups had also been invited—within high society, only the families who attended this banquet were recognized by all as true aristocrats.

This sparked envy among those who had lingered on the periphery of the entertainment industry for years. And then there were the streamers from various platforms, especially those who competed with Li Feng, with platforms rallying behind them, some leading the charge.

The corpse of the most notorious Asa was hung outside the city gate to dry in the wind. Hollow eyes and a gaping wound in the chest gazed wordlessly at the boundless grasslands, lamenting the wail of the wind.

Even the time of the marriage proposal was described in precise detail, vivid and convincing... Yet still, no one believed it—except for her.

Later, whenever there were military campaigns in the wild, it became more than just ensuring enough dry rations; organic foods were also brought along. Aside from preventing starvation, it was vital to keep the troops from falling ill.

So many have calculated: how many of the earliest people on the wealth list passed through the unique "school" of prison?

Grandmaster Sun: If you don't know what it is, how do you know it's a ghost? If you want my help, you must recount everything from beginning to end.

This was a determined effort to drive Wei Yan’er to her doom—no wonder Aunt Wei’s face was filled with bitterness and reluctance to part with her.

Old Zhu departed from the Lishan tribe, soared to the skies, and traveled through the clouds. In a moment, he arrived at the northwestern tip of Beiju Luzhou by the sea.

When the army is mobilized, unless every bystander is killed, the news cannot be kept from leaking. For those who saw and received the news are not outsiders—they are the players, visible throughout the Three Kingdoms, in every corner.

The Cloud-Tech Tree Palace AI followed Star Lord Eight Clouds closely; it knew precisely how many virtual realms had been hostile to him back then. In the battle where Star Lord Eight Clouds fell, five veteran virtual realm masters had struck.

Heavenly soldiers and generals charged into the mountains, slaying every demon they encountered. Birds scattered, beasts fled, snakes and insects hid away. This vast area of a hundred thousand miles was immense. Immortals searched through forests and valleys, along rivers and roads, while monsters hid at the sound; it would not be cleansed in a single day.

He paid no heed to the two behind him, whose eyes were now bloodshot and faces twisted with rage.

For the gambling house, all of Yun Xian's expenditures here—whether lost or won—would ultimately flow back into their coffers. Many gamblers who picked up chips would return them to the tables, and after a round, nothing had changed.

Jin Xuan, seeing defeat inevitable, fled to Linyuan City with a handful of loyal guards. Gong Zhi had abandoned hope even earlier, and thus entered the city before Jin Xuan.

"We can't beat you. Will you dare to come with us? If not, then you can't defeat us," Gu Yan said.

Zhou Qing raised her hand, gathering a few strands of wind-blown hair from her forehead with her jade-like fingers. She was already stunning, and now, this gesture—her every movement—was filled with an irresistible allure.