Chapter 56: Are You Secretly Dating Someone Behind Our Backs?

Gu Bin protested indignantly, “The whole TV station was there, it wasn’t just me.”

“Are you secretly dating someone without telling us?”

Zhang Yuequan was dissatisfied with his attitude, her voice suddenly rising several octaves.

“No,” Gu Bin denied, silently grumbling in his heart—he wanted to date, but the other person hadn’t agreed yet.

“Really?” Zhang Yuequan was skeptical. “If you’re not dating her, why are you so concerned about that girl?”

Song Tianhan grew anxious; he reached out to stop Xiao Wanting, but she shook him off abruptly and turned her head to glare at him with stern eyes.

For Wang Feiteng, the most important matter now was revenge—for the parents who gave him life. Yet after ten rounds of the Hundred Nations War, the Qi Empire was stronger than ever, and with his mere Condensing Qi cultivation, going up against them was tantamount to throwing an egg against a rock. Therefore, vengeance must be carefully planned.

Jiang Liu was weaving through the battlefield in a serpentine motion, barely dodging the furious blow of the Golden-armored Purple-eyed Lizard. However, the Sword Qi struck the ground beside him, and the immense force flung Jiang Liu away.

Jiang Liu reminded himself inwardly not to underestimate this Heroic Tournament—these were only the heroes from Divine Spring County.

Though this person had changed clothes and his expression was no longer as easygoing, he was unmistakably Ouyang Long, the man who had gambled with Wang Feiteng in the casino.

The inheritance of the Seven-Kill Sword Emperor included the Sword Intent of Slaughter, the Heaven’s Punishment Sword Technique, the Seed of the Sword Heart of Slaughter, and an ancient body refining art, the Nine Dragon Sacred Body Sutra.

Those people were either necessary for business or entangled by various affairs; they hardly qualified as true friends.

This was someone whom even the Crown Prince had to bow his head to. If she backed Jiang Liu, tonight’s events would likely come to nothing.

Guan An paused slightly in his steps. “I still have things to do. Miss, please stay.” With that, he strode swiftly to the staircase and descended.

Su Wan followed the voice and looked at the man called the ‘proprietor.’ He appeared to be forty or fifty, about the same age as her father.

This fellow was not only skilled and shamelessly brazen, but how did he also have the talent to defeat opponents with just a few words?

Yet regardless of the topic, none of it mattered to Zhang Yifan, for he was now excitedly watching the Skywing about to evolve. After days of upgrades, the Skywing’s experience points were finally full, and it was about to enter its next stage.

With just a glance, three peak Demon Infant experts were reduced to dust, their demonic infants utterly annihilated.

Three years ago, the Hacker Empire resolved a war involving several African nations, saving millions from displacement. Afterwards, everyone thought the matter was settled, but unexpectedly, it led to the revelation of a mysterious cult that had existed in Africa for over a thousand years.

His divine sense swept the area; Xia Liu saw all sorts of strange trees, herbs, and beautiful flowers.

“What? Really? That’s wonderful! We must reclaim the Three-tailed Beast—then our Mist Hidden’s strength will be restored once more!” Qing exclaimed with delight.

Luo Hebin watched the thugs flee in panic, saying nothing more. The corners of his mouth lifted in a faint smile as he touched his left hand with his right—having power felt wonderful. It seemed that everything in ancient medical arts was indeed a treasure.

He seemed to overlook a crucial point: Zhang Shujie scored more because he played forward, while he himself was a defensive midfielder, sometimes even center-back. It was only natural that he rarely scored. Even in the league, his goal tally was low.

The proverb goes, “If a crow flies overhead, disaster or misfortune will follow,” and “When a crow calls, calamity arrives.” These sayings all regard crows as omens of ill fortune; encountering one, especially if it cries overhead, is a portent of disaster.

Now that the matter between the Xuantian Sect and Xia Liu had come to an end, Master Qingjue needed to hurry back to Mount Shu.