(50) The Hopeless Romantic Confessed

“Liu Yi, I want your life in return!” Qi Yu clutched Lu Yunshu, who no longer breathed, on the verge of collapse.

He unleashed a barrage of dazzling fireballs, crackling fiercely as they hurtled toward Liu Yi.

These fireballs burned with an extraordinary heat.

In an instant, the surrounding vegetation was swept up and reduced to ashes.

Liu Yi’s massive form made it difficult to evade; the snowy white scales were scorched black.

What kind of fire was this?

Compared to the previous cascade of flames, these fireballs were nearly ten times more lethal.

Bai Yu, after being kicked far away, lay unconscious on the ground. At the same moment, beside Bai Yu, the figure of a donkey suddenly appeared, opening its mouth wide and swallowing him whole.

Xi Yan gave no further reply. She simply gazed at Guan Jian’s jawline, which outlined a handsome face, and she found herself lost in a daze.

She wanted to speak, but her throat felt as if scraped by a blade, the pain so excruciating it stole her breath away.

“Master, she twisted her ankle. I want to take her down the mountain; I’ll return by myself in a while.” Ji Ruxue looked at her master and offered this explanation.

“Nonsense! The Demon Realm is not a place you can enter at will!” Luo Chenyi swept his sleeve with force, fury surging. His handsome face was dark and icy, sending chills through those around him.

A halo of light shot swiftly forward, crashing violently into a distant mountain peak. The deafening roar echoed as the mountain collapsed, sending clouds of dust billowing into the sky.

Even those seated in the VIP room, including Ye Yong, could clearly hear the beast-like panting of thousands outside. Ye Yong frowned deeply; he had never imagined that just this piece of fire crystal would cause such a commotion. It would be nearly impossible to sell the final item today.

“Killed by someone,” Xin Yan recounted the entire episode to Wang Lin. Wang Lin asked many questions along the way, and the two talked from dawn until noon. By then, Wang Lin had gained a thorough understanding of Xin Yan’s current situation.

At last, the ancient bell, which had lain silent for ten thousand years, began to toll. This not only proved the strength of the younger generation at Tiersai Academy, but also signaled the start of the Tri-Village Hunting Tournament. Hundreds of spirited children charged eagerly into the magical beast forest.

Inside the Demon-Sealing Tower, Bai Zhi trembled all over, curling herself into a tight ball. She had no idea how long she had been trapped, but the bone-chilling, sinister laughter echoed from all directions, filling her with terror.

“Two proofs, two of the oldest century-level problems—this reminds me of the first time the former president presented his research to the world!” a French mathematician sighed in admiration.

“Surrender to me and I shall grant you life anew. Persist in your obstinance, and your death will not be mourned.” Zhu Hong looked at Alkyria as he spoke.

She knew the God of War spoke the truth; he had simply arrived first because his domain bordered hers, making the distance shortest.

Bai Yifan could not help but laugh. These people were, without a doubt, the most incorrigible jesters he’d ever met.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! The thunderous explosions continued for a full eighteen strikes, and the gigantic summoned beast soared into the sky like a rocket failing to ignite.

“Sasuke’s eyes have been stolen by them! I will never let them get away with this!” Naruto glared furiously at the heart of the distant explosion.

Feng Jianfeng’s mind, lacking faith and gripped by the fear of death, was far weaker than the Four Great Envoys. His vulnerabilities left him wide open, and the virus easily invaded, beginning its transformation of him.

But none of this concerned Zhu Hong any longer. By now, he had already arrived in the skies above Britain, which had been overrun by bio-soldiers. Only the palace remained unconquered, and the sole reason for this delay was Elizabeth.

A raging storm was not always a sign of ruin; sometimes it carried a glimmer of hope, warming the hearts of all who listened. As the music played, everyone felt their very souls elevated, as if touched by some transcendent force.