Volume 1, Chapter 46: Fu Yanzhou Forces Lin Zhiwan Out of the Car

As if subjecting himself to self-torture, he listened, over and over again, to the words Lin Zhiwan had spoken on the show.

He also remembered the speech she gave.

That day, he too had taken the stage as an outstanding student representative.

The vine attack was successfully blocked, then transformed its flying spikes into entanglements, tightly binding his spiritual telekinesis shield into a ball. The vines writhed and constricted, stretching his telekinesis shield to its absolute limit, on the verge of collapsing and shattering at any moment.

On the morning of the fourth day, Shen Xinghun sat cross-legged, his body trembling incessantly. Suddenly, purple mist began to diffuse around him; viewed from a distance, it looked as though Shen Xinghun had been encased in a glass sphere wreathed in purple vapor.

Having one's ancestral tombs dug up and ancestral property seized were things no man could endure. Er Lai knew his combat prowess was far inferior to Fang Ka's, but as hot blood surged to his head, for the sake of his dignity and to win a breath of respect, he was willing to fight Fang Ka to the death. However, before Er Lai had even rushed out two steps, he was grabbed by Ye Wantian and shoved backward.

Without delay, the two of them set to work personally cleaning the graveyard and replacing the old headstone. However, since their parents had been ordinary people who passed away over twenty years ago, their remains were likely already decayed, and replacing the coffins would be inconvenient, so they had to let that matter rest.

Hehua opened another bottle of wine and drank in silence. Having cried herself out, Pengpeng also picked up a bottle and began to drink. Naturally, at that moment, neither of them knew that this would be the first and last time they sat together drinking as friends.

Heavenly Fiends were born to be royalty; even the weakest among them possessed imperial strength upon birth. In terms of innate talent, they surpassed even True Dragons, yet it was precisely this that limited their future developmental prospects.

A prodigy with less than fifty years of cultivation time, possessing such formidable and terrifying strength, must unquestionably be taken in as a disciple.

The Ten-Gate Practitioner also stared in astonishment at his own palms, nearly jumping for joy in his excitement. Since when had he become so formidable? Could it be that after being knocked down into the Extinction Valley by the Mysterious Ice Fan, his latent superpower had been completely activated?

The ground below was the eastern side of the academy—an endless expanse of emerald-green forest. Above the forest, bizarrely shaped avian beasts occasionally flew past, letting out crisp, clear cries.

They found it hard to believe that this was the strength displayed by a cultivator in the Life Realm. This was no longer just fighting across realms; this was leapfrogging across multiple tiers of combat.

Danyu and Yunluo were completely baffled as they listened. For some reason, it sounded rather like a farewell testament. Moreover, the instructions given always seemed to carry hidden meanings and half-truths; what on earth was this Shu Jinyuan trying to say?

Why did Ding Mohan employ Chen Mingchu? It was simply because Chen Mingchu was capable, could never see eye-to-eye with the Lin faction, and had the covert backing of people like Wang Tianheng.

Han Fei agreed. They definitely had to go underground. Although tunneling lacked a certain elegance, it was still far better than foolishly trying to burrow directly into this seaweed wall.

In the final moment before his death, the merman felt extreme grievance and frustration. It was not that he was incapable of fighting, but rather that his combat strength plummeted with every passing second. After two consecutive all-out strikes, he no longer had the strength left to continue the battle.

"You've just contracted a primordial beast and need to rest to adapt to its existence. I have more important matters to attend to now. Get some rest, be a good boy!" Ye Qingnan turned his head and smiled gently.

With that, Song Ren abruptly raised his magic staff, and flames seemed to surge into the sky, causing the temperature of the space to rise sharply.

Right now, Chen Miao was undoubtedly the highest-ranking operative embedded within the Wang-Nanjing collaborationist regime, working specifically within the No. 76 intelligence agency, which meant the secrets he knew were bound to be the most extensive.

After missing its target, the snow-velvet tiger landed on the ground but did not continue its pursuit. Instead, it walked over to the other snow-velvet tiger—whose body was mostly pierced by the碧水剑 (Azure Water Sword)—and clamped its jaws onto the hilt. With a vigorous toss, it wrenched the blade free and flung it aside.