Chapter 121: Prelude to Invincibility—The Operatic Flourish!
At that moment, the music director cautiously asked, “Teacher Dong, are you sure you want Xu Ze’s ‘Jinmen Huo Yuanjia’ and not our Yan Xishan’s ‘Jingwu Hero’?”
You see, if they chose Yan Xishan’s song, their company could make a profit. But if it was Xu Ze’s, they wouldn’t earn a single penny.
Although Zhang Yingjing secured the qualification on Xu Ze’s behalf, Xu Ze himself was not...
Qi Baifeng couldn’t help but feel disgusted—not only by Jin Yujie’s shamelessness but even more so by his own insincerity, spitting out such nauseating words without hesitation.
“Is something wrong?” Dong Yingxue asked after changing into another outfit in the bedroom and coming out.
Zhang Ruyun hurriedly expressed his thanks. He was genuinely hungry and stuffed the food into his mouth. Surprisingly, it wasn’t very fishy—perhaps because of his hunger—it slid down smoothly, even tasting slightly sweet.
Gao Jun’s experience was the perfect opportunity—after all, they were all soldiers with courage and innate competitiveness. Internally, they honed their skills and tactics; externally, it was all about battle achievements. Whoever killed more enemies was the strongest—this rule had stood since ancient times.
Digital life forms were mysterious and incomprehensible to silicon-based life, but not necessarily unattainable. The universe itself held countless mysteries, and what humanity touched were merely the fringes of these profound enigmas.
Even with strong motivation and dedication, staring all night at these dull, mechanically repetitive scenes would exhaust anyone to the extreme.
He was so suppressed that he lost all temper; the enemy was simply battling HP, but theirs was like ironclad defense! How could one possibly compete under such circumstances?
Those ahead kept one thing firmly in mind: never let the opponent catch up easily—otherwise, disaster would follow.
Could this be why Feng Wuyi appeared suddenly and directly annihilated the undead archmage’s core?
As for Vivi, Luffy and the others gave her the choice; since she was a comrade, she should decide for herself.
Back then, the Su family had survived during the Zhao family’s regency only because Su Dongwang decisively sacrificed half the clan’s spirit formations.
Mo Fan stared into Mo Yun’s black eyes, full of grievance and sorrow, contemplating how to avenge today’s grievances. Beating Xiao Xiao was easy enough, but dealing with Meilin, the “True Martial Realm” Fighting Emperor, was more challenging.
“What do you intend to do?” Zoro and the others quickly assumed defensive stances. The pressure Bear exerted was overwhelming.
Sure enough, after exchanging a few punches, the two calmed down and stopped fighting physically, resorting instead to words.
Such karma, though it couldn’t prevent misfortune, bore some resemblance to fate—it hindered the heavenly way’s influence on oneself, preventing one from being directly doomed.
When Nangong Su saw this, a smile tugged at his lips. Without saying more, he turned and cooked the dragon beard seaweed, brought it to the table, then sat down to eat with her.
Baki suddenly felt a strange sensation, as if about to be attacked. He abruptly detached his upper body, just in time for a bullet to fly through the gap.
That day’s events were deeply disturbing; whenever he recalled the scene, he felt nauseous.
If she was the older sister to Sanniu and Ling’er, she was more like their mother—having raised them herself, how could she not feel heartbroken?
Nearby, the Harp Emperor was also affected—flung against a large tree, he fell heavily to the ground.
The guards all felt an immense weight pressing down on them, almost suffocating. Several letters were sent out; knights galloped through the heavy snow toward the unknown. No one knew what awaited the Holy Empire.
Within less than a minute, the figures emerged from around Gao Feng. Each was dressed in black with black masks concealing their faces. Without a word, they charged directly at Gao Feng and launched their attack.