He looked at Lucen.

At that very moment, two figures suddenly flew backward through the door, and immediately afterward, dozens of strong, well-dressed men in suits burst into the room.
"Yes, he's my nephew. I'm his uncle, Bai Jinsheng. Tang Rao was trained by our Bai family," Bai Jinsheng said with a wide grin, agreeing readily.
Hearing the shouts of those fans, the members of the ACE team all wore dark expressions. Seriously, can't you just cheer us on properly? Do you have to drag us into this? Don't you realize we're about to face Feiyang in the opening match today?
His right hand was still trembling; just gripping his weapon was a struggle now, let alone swinging it. At least for the time being, wielding it was out of the question—he had already pushed himself to the limit.
Players from Southeast Asia, Korea, West Asia, indeed from across the entire Asian server, sprang into action and began gathering in Kamikaze City as well.
His back crashed hard against the ground, and Old Eight let out a cry of pain, barely hanging onto his last breath.
"By 'fellow cultivator,' you mean...?" Patriarch Qin nodded, understanding what Tianyou was getting at.
Sima Lin lifted his gaze, looking deeply at Long Ling. He seemed to understand something, as if a realization was dawning within him—some intangible thing was melting in his consciousness, quietly taking root and sprouting in his heart.
A hundred trillion down to ten trillion? Are you even human? Frankly, I'm being quite civil not cursing you out.
When Chen Rong approached, the guards took a step back in unison. Clearly, they had been well trained—their retreat was orderly and calm.
Upon seeing Kang Xinrui, Kang Yunxiu's feelings grew ever more complicated, which was why he always avoided her.
"You've waited a thousand years. Be patient, and I will let you see the Qing'er you remember—not her reincarnation," Gu Qianyu said, his face expressionless.
Xing Yun smiled ruefully; this senior sister of his was as unpredictable as ever, never content unless she shocked with her words. Thinking this, he shook his head and followed her into the courtyard.
Qi Shaofan could sense the scent of dragon musk growing stronger, his nerves tightening. In his field of vision, a hem of bright yellow clothing fluttered; she shrank back two steps, still clutching the palace bell in her hand.

With this action, an uncontrollable wave of exclamations swept through the hall.
Although Hua Rong was the top marshal of the interstellar alliance, few truly knew him or had ever met him. He rarely appeared in those so-called interstellar news interviews. Because of his status and others’ wariness of his power, no one dared to spread information about him without his consent.
"Thank you..." Besides thanking the other for the compliment, Long Yan, at a loss for words, didn't know what else to say.
No matter how strong a grandmaster is, they are still human; by using certain modern technological means, it is possible to kill a grandmaster. But a true master is different—once they achieve true return, they are half-immortal, possessing many abilities that transcend natural laws.
The burly men in black had no idea what was wrong with Zhao Bo and hurriedly rushed out of the ward, disappearing in an instant.
The more clicks and members a company has, the larger its staff, the more complex its organizational structure, and the exponentially harder it becomes to manage.
Xu Lili entered, sniffed, and caught a faint whiff of bitter almond. Seeing Chen Jiachang’s flushed face and Sun Buqi’s disheveled clothes, she immediately understood what had happened.
Happiness is a relative measure. Thinking of what ordinary squad members endured, the elite team felt a surge of pride and renewed their fighting spirit, ready for another round of battle.
Everyone looked at Chen Yun as if he were a monster. They could scarcely believe that someone at only the intermediate martial artist level could slay so many demon wolves and long-tailed tiger lions.
With two muffled thuds, Yaoyao leapt from the boulder, dragging the two down to the ground with a crash. From the fall, Chiyan coughed and drew in a sharp breath.
"Yang Zun!" Observing all this, Zheng Chen didn't hesitate for a moment; without waiting for Long Hun's permission, he drew the Yang Zun Sword from his back.
Her mind was filled with uncontrollable images of ghosts and monsters as she stared at the mortuary—silent except for the silence itself—countless bodies covered in white sheets lying before her eyes.
"There must be something more to this place. Let's look around," Zheng Chen said, not entering immediately, his eyes scanning the area.
He formed a series of hand seals, aiming at one of the snowflakes, and cast a series of breaking spells. The Celestial Lady Bi Xiao and Immortal Xueqing also began forming hand seals.

For example, his Ten Thousand Stars Immortal Banner was a genuine supreme artifact, though now damaged and no longer as powerful as it once was.
Such things defied all logic; if word got out, no one would believe it no matter who told the tale.
This form seemed to be unique to the Jinchuriki of the Nine-Tails; in the original story, only Naruto and Minato Namikaze had ever activated it—who would have thought Kushina Uzumaki could do it as well?
He continued pumping the bellows for a while, until no more molten copper flowed out. Only then did Chen Zheng leap off the pedal, eager to inspect the fruits of his hard labor.
Of course, the two generals had no idea that their new owner was adding "seasoning" to their food. Spotting the fragrant bones, they wagged their tails excitedly, full of gratitude.
His ultimate trump card, the system skill "Hidden Dragon Shatters the Abyss Palm," consumed a massive amount of MP and mental energy. Using it repeatedly would exponentially increase the strain on his mind.
The Underworld General let out a horrified wail, but no matter how he struggled, he couldn't move. The suddenly descended Fengdu had completely immobilized him. Then, the giant Fengdu began to contract, and the Underworld General's cries grew ever more desperate and resentful.
"Are you talking about... Norman?" The scrawny man froze, then quickly pulled up a photo for Chen Zheng to see.
"I just kept cultivating, and somehow, I broke through!" The old man's sudden transformation startled Qin Feng, though his expression remained calm as he replied in an indifferent tone.
And so, a white and a blue figure, in the crisp clash of metal, traced arcs of silver light through the air, weaving a dazzling, intersecting web.