Chapter Twenty-Eight: None Can Hinder

However, sprinting in the water was far from effortless for the team. The clumsiness that comes with running in water is predictable, but such training builds a player's speed; once they grow accustomed to it, the sensation on the actual field will be vastly different.

As far back as Li Xuanyuan’s memory went—at least thirty thousand years—he had always been a god, and nothing like this had ever occurred. Even when the ranks were thinned, it was only because the gods themselves reclaimed some useless fragments.

At this moment, Gao Fei and Rouji also witnessed the scene. Such a sight was beyond their imagination; Tan Mingchuan’s friend not only refused to flee but actually embraced him, offering a warm welcome. What was going on?

Meanwhile, the World Wheel, which had been turning slowly, began to accelerate. Mysterious runes surged into it one by one, as if some terrifying power were about to awaken.

"My Lord, we do not wish to defy you, but this young master's soul is severely damaged. I fear that within an hour, his soul will be extinguished," the man said.

"Pfft, do you think we need your help? Are you still dreaming? Get out of the way, and if you keep babbling, don't blame me for hitting you," Chun Tao said, glancing at the sky before pulling Cheng Yu forward.

Thus, the moment the tentacles burst through the ice, the three of them simultaneously drank the Essence of the Saint, instantly boosting their strength. Yet, even so, they could not move fast enough to evade the tentacles.

Xu Feng remained silent for a long time after hearing Guo Shiqiang’s words. The current situation was not optimistic for him, but he simply could not bring himself to apologize to certain people, knowing that once such a precedent was set, there would inevitably be a second time.

Recently, Tong’er had been suffering from severe headaches, leaving Chen Xin with no desire to think about anything else, his mind entirely occupied by her condition.

The Fire Qilin’s fire attribute originated from the Vermilion Bird of the Four Divine Beasts; the Wind Qilin represented the White Tiger, the Water Qilin naturally corresponded to the Azure Dragon, and the Earth Qilin to the Black Tortoise.

At first, Jiang Yizhou merely assumed that Lin Qianyu had encountered common robbers seeking money or intent on sexual assault.

However, the results of the competition left Tang Lele somewhat dissatisfied. Many of the people she had brought did not make it into the top ten, and Sandro, who had initially been expected to take first, stopped at the top five.

Grenades would self-destruct just by seeing you. While others would need to hijack a plane to crash into the World Trade Center, you would achieve the same effect just by parachuting. Every famous landmark you visit becomes an ancient ruin, and every relic you touch turns into history. One would have to have committed evil for eighteen lifetimes to even meet you; even throwing you into the sun wouldn't be considered environmentally friendly.

"Gu Xiao, we have reached this point, and we need you to give us an explanation. We know the Emperor’s temperament, so we hope you will tell us yourself," Leng Qingyu said, his golden eyes deepening as if he could see through the entire world.

Bishier said a word, then rode his bicycle out of the valley. His entourage could only sigh as they watched.

Su Lingyu was stunned, but she realized that although Prince Su had failed to persuade Ye Shaochen, he had not given up.

However, unexpectedly, the moment she stepped out of the café, her wrist was fiercely gripped by someone who had appeared out of nowhere.

Having followed Qi Hao for so long, they had never been treated with such contempt. The hard work of so many people in the project department over the past few months had been reduced to ashes, and Qi Hao hadn't even bothered to put up a fight. This left everyone feeling deeply aggrieved.

It was the battlefield between Noxus and Demacia. The land had become deathly silent due to the unilateral ceasefire declared by Noxus. The original clamor of the army—the battle cries, the thunder of hooves, the shock of two armies clashing, and the impact of iron cavalry—had all vanished with the truce.

The disciple was right; the Southern Witch’s Charm Garment was indeed an intermediate-grade spirit artifact, and ten points of soul fire were not particularly expensive, but it seemed he had underestimated Yun Fei’s purchasing power.

Ji Siming looked at He Xiao with some bewilderment. He had never seen He Xiao act so acerbic and mean-spirited before. Caught off guard, the atmosphere suddenly became quite strange.

At this very moment, with wars raging on all fronts, the Black Sea Xuanbin, the eldest prince, was finally forced to reveal some of his trump cards under the pressure of the Lintai Fating Rainbow on the original battlefield. Summoned by him, the Wood Elves finally appeared before men, revealing a glimpse of the hidden strength of the eldest prince of the Sen Prison.

Mu Xifeng let out a roar toward the heavens, and a shockwave expanded at a visible speed! In an instant, the coalition of the Sanctuary that had flown to the mountainside fell headlong toward the ground. Clearly, the power of Mu Xifeng’s "Heaven-Shaking Roar" had stunned the majority of the cultivators.

"Oh?" Elandi, intrigued by the novelty, stepped inside immediately. After all, it was the first time in his life he had ever seen such a thing.

With the prestige of having slain the Heavenly Snake Lord, Jian Wushuang was currently at the height of his arrogance. The Lord of the Ninth City, naturally unwilling to provoke such a formidable enemy for no reason, offered only symbolic resistance before allowing Jian Wushuang to depart the Ninth City.

The Master of the Eight Axes subconsciously raised his hand to block, successfully parrying the sword, yet the tearing force contained within the swordsmanship caused him to stumble once more.

As the sword light collided with the spear shadow, the pitch-black spear was split directly in two, and the remaining momentum of the sword light slashed across Ouyang Haotian’s body.

"That’s simple enough. Just go and ask them directly!" Li Wei said with a smile to Bedivere and Kay.

Deep within the soul, the phantom of the Three-Legged Golden Crow, bound by two chains, emitted a vast sound, traversing layers of spatial barriers along an indescribable trajectory and flying toward an unknown, pitch-black realm.

Therefore, Lu Hanyang needed to keep a close eye on Arthur, ensuring he could not escape. Otherwise, if that fellow were truly to burn everything to the ground, the entire world might be buried with him. In that case, perhaps only Lu Hanyang would survive, while all other life would likely meet a grim fate.

"Come out..." Lu Hanyang swept his divine sense across the area, but the scent of countless locusts obscured the opponent, and the voice that had just spoken seemed to come from all directions, making it impossible to pinpoint his location.

After the reckless abandon of the previous night, Xu Haibao believed the bond between them had reached a new level. At the very least, he trusted that Liu Xiaohan would find his identity as a cultivator much easier to accept than before.