I Am Not a Scumbag

Zuo Lin glanced at Su Weixin. Su Weixin wore a very strange expression, as if she had encountered something incredible or was anticipating something to happen to her. Noticing Zuo Lin's gaze, Su Weixin glared at him in annoyance.

"I originally thought it was going to be a war of attrition..." Zuo Lin smiled bitterly and self-deprecatingly. Then, he cast a Spirit Armor spell, a Recovery spell, and an Activation spell on himself, before shifting his form and charging forward.

At the time, Xu Feng still remembered the coordinates, but later he learned through Ran Feng that the coordinates left by Genesis for various branches all had errors. Rather than trying to crack the coordinates, Xu Feng trusted his own perception more.

Erlang Shen and the family of the man surnamed Huang sat together in the main hall. Because of the guests, the family finished their meal in just a quarter of an hour and all returned to their respective rooms, leaving only Erlang Shen and the man surnamed Huang behind.

Originally, the two men wanted to retreat step by step and offer resistance at every stage, but the warhorses killed by the Susha guards at strategic points along the road were positioned behind the chariots. They did not block the advancing route of the Jin army, but instead blocked the retreat route of Zhi Zhuo and Guo Zui's chariots.

The Count now had only thirteen of his most loyal retainers by his side. They were utterly loyal to this exiled Grand Master of the Templar Knights, willing to sacrifice even their lives without hesitation.

System: You have accepted the quest "Kill Yellow-Tailed Jackals," obtain 20 jackal pelts and deliver them to the tailor.

Therefore, during this final period in France, the two neighbors actually set aside their prejudices and provided full support. Of course, this should not be regarded as kindness on their part; they simply wanted to keep the battlefield in a country other than their own.

Forget it, let him deal with this headache-inducing problem! He has been far too carefree, so why not let him experience a headache for once?

After all, the Ice Luan possessed unawakened intelligence and knew only instinctive evasion. It failed to break free from the overwhelming sword qi that swept and slashed across the sky. With a deafening roar, it was crushed straight down from a thousand-strata high altitude to the ground by the giant Xuanwu statue hovering above.

A momentum like a tidal wave rolled outward in all directions wave after wave, and those with lower cultivation levels were directly forced back several steps by the impact of this pressure.

The pavilion was built by the former sect master of the Xuantian Sect, located on the southern mountainside of Fangcun Mountain. In front of the pavilion lay an open flat area, surrounded by lush and tranquil bamboo forests.

"Danchou, just how strong are you?" Shentu Chen stared blankly at the figure standing proudly in mid-air, murmuring to himself.

Two more days passed in a flash, and two white-robed figures returned from the third layer to the second layer of the Abyss of Severed Realms.

As a vampire of the old generation, he certainly could not have only one familiar beast. Earlier, he had simply been overconfident, assuming he would not lose. However, Night Starchen did not give him any chance to summon anything; his figure closed in instantly, and his long sword accurately struck his wrists and ankles, before pointing straight at his throat.

Hundreds of thousands of Nether Fire Crows shrieked, their sharp and piercing sonic waves capable of shattering gold and jade, carrying a powerful soul-capturing resonance strong enough to cause cultivators below the Transcendence Realm to instantly scatter their souls. Even True Monarchs of the Saint Realm found it hard to resist, yet this was not even the Nether Fire Crows' ultimate capability.

He sat atop a towering mountain burned to resemble a volcanic crater. Gazing down from the peak, the rain of fire falling from the sky had turned the entire earth into a sea of flame. Human beings, small as ants, wailed and fled for their lives below, many swallowed by the raging inferno before they could escape.

However, Hong Tian had no heart to care about such matters. At this juncture, breaking through or not no longer mattered. If he broke through and Fei Xuan left him, Hong Tian would rather not break through at all.

The pressure gauges in everyone's hands indicated that the water depth had already reached 350 meters and was still continuing to increase.

"The fugitive has noticed our pursuit; immediately accelerate to chase and capture them." Seeing Ye Feng suddenly speed up, the green-robed captain of the seven family warriors coldly issued orders to the other six.

Afterwards, Bishop Bouyer began exchanging pleasantries with the people of the Moluo Empire who had disembarked from the ship. Although both sides had minor frictions in the past, in their hypocrisy they never showed it on the surface, instead fighting covertly. Furthermore, as the temple hosting this leadership tournament, they certainly could not afford to lose their manners.

"After all, it's my own body, so naturally I know it best," Regner spouted nonsense off the top of his head.

Zhou Xuanji immediately understood her meaning, put down the drawing paper, and walked aside with Ling Li. Huayileng could tell at a glance that these two were acting strange and seemed to harbor some unspeakable secret, so he followed them as well. However, Ling Li blocked him outside the lounge door and locked it from the inside.

In fact, he was the same. In the past, he was arrogant and talented, disdainful of everything, and cared not at all about any reactions from Ji Qixuan and An Xiuru.

Guan Muxue was now certain that the Iron Sword was none other than Fang Sanjiang, the cousin of Fang Yu, Fang Sanjiang of the Sanjiang Fang Family's Iron Sword Sect.

"But Zhang Yuan also feels that way about Ji Anchen..." Friend A recalled Zhang Yuan's confession to Ji Anchen.

Heiyu nodded, glanced at the comrades-in-arms present who had gone through life and death together all the way from the Jianxiong Continent to the Divine Realm, and said in a deep voice, "Farewell." As his voice fell, a flash of black light appeared, and Heiyu also transformed into a phantom, galloping off into the distance.

What did I do wrong by having my father raise this wild seed for so many years? It was she and her unmentionable, cheap mother who wronged my father.

As for super legions like Wolf Soul, which had already risen to level five, they possessed more than a dozen combined ultimate skills! Their might was also quite terrifying. The only pity was that the elite members of Wolf Soul and Blood-Clothed Hall who had come this time were truly a bit too few.