Chapter 65: You Wouldn't Hold a Grudge Against a Junior, Would You?

For quite a while, Wen Yanshu did not move her Go piece, nor did anyone urge her, simply watching in silence.

The hand Wen Jinhuai had placed on her shoulder remained there, his palm resting against her shoulder, his warmth seeping through the fabric.

Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, yet she could say nothing, forced to sit there obediently.

The atmosphere was terribly quiet. After a moment of thought, she picked up the cup of tea Wen Jinhuai had placed before her earlier, lowering her head to take a small sip.

In the man's words, there was a deep-seated dread toward Jingting. Even though the latter's condition had reached an unimaginable extent, he still dared only to say that defeating her with the combined strength of five people would be a simple matter.

It would be fine if the ground-pounding boss skill could only be used once, but this ability had no usage restrictions; it could be cast as soon as the cooldown was complete.

At that moment, she had nearly broken down. A moment of carelessness had allowed those people to discover her. She thought she was going to die right there in the forbidden grounds, but unexpectedly, just as those people were about to strike, Gu Haoran appeared, standing firmly in front of her with resolute determination. Those people did not dare to defy Gu Haoran, yet neither did they dare to let the matter drop easily.

As Li Hao walked in, he immediately caught the anxious expressions of the crowd. Understandably so—Li Hao had been gone for seven days, which was nearly two and a half months within the Primordial Chaos Bead, yet he had not returned all this time.

"Your Highness is wise!" Li Yang flattered Liu Tianhao at the opportune moment while kneeling on the ground and wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.

Jia Xu suddenly raised his head, looking at Liu Tianhao in shock, his breathing turning rapid. Some of the places Liu Tianhao had mentioned were known to him, while others were completely unheard of. However, that was not the issue; the issue was, what did Liu Tianhao mean by speaking of such things?

Sails was visibly startled. He had noticed that muscular man earlier, finding him somewhat familiar without recognizing him. Now, hearing Feng Xing introduce him as Frey, Sails instantly recalled the scene at Yongming Port.

After displaying the paintings of the Dragon Kingdom, Wang Ming retreated in somewhat disheveled defeat! He had never expected that the verses he recited would turn out to be this kind of nonsense.

"Lu Xia?" Looking at Lu Xia's increasingly pale complexion, Zuo Junlin felt a faint trace of worry, reaching out to pull her, only to be rebuffed by a wave of her hand.

"What kind of weird uncle is this!" Wang Xinnians complained, but her curiosity, gnawing at her like a cat's claws, drove her to click inside.

"Continue accelerating." Longyue slammed her foot on the accelerator, pushing the speed to its maximum, but looking in the rearview mirror, she saw that the enemies' speed was no match for the car's, closing in rapidly like a row of black ghosts.

Chu Jingze was bewildered once more, his gaze piercing through the floor-to-ceiling window of the living room. Accustomed as he was to solving problems with his fists, using his brain truly proved difficult for him.

A towering pillar of Qi swept across the top of the collapsed Mountain God Temple. Zixin clearly heard a crisp cracking sound, and then he saw the pillar of destiny—three feet thick and a zhang high—atop She's head get directly snapped off by a third. Though a flash of darkness crossed Zixin's eyes and his body swayed twice, he remained essentially unharmed.

Xiao Binghan sat with Su Manqian, Meng Ling, and Guishou in a partition further inside. Before they even started eating, Guishou and Meng Ling found an excuse to move to another table because Guishou could not bear the look in Su Manqian's eyes as she gazed at Xiao Binghan—it was just too damn sappy.

"Apologies, I'm late." Haolan returned to the SkyNet underground branch and immediately headed to the conference room, taking a seat in the last prepared chair.

Walking over to the campfire, someone brought a chair for Ding Maocai. While everyone else sat on wooden stools, he alone possessed the qualifications to sit in a chair.

Seeing the mirror vanish abruptly, the two lackeys were greatly astonished and terrified. A short moment later, they saw Duan Dai reappear, holding the one-eyed dragon's head as he stood outside the stockade. Terrified out of their wits, the two lackeys fled for their lives.

In the colosseum, battles in the Divine Bridge Realm were the most common, while those in the Immortal Realm were few and far between. As for battles between Immortal Kings, they were countable on one's fingers.