Chapter 83: Mingkui, The Leader Named Kui

The favored scions of the elite, born above the rules, and those with true power can even create new ones. Jiang Heng was clearly among the very best. His clear, melodious voice, delivered with apparent nonchalance, carried a subtle sense of oppression and persuasion.

Lu Qingfei’s gaze lingered on the fruit platter as she replied calmly, “If your answer depends on mine, then I don’t particularly care to know it.” She picked up a green grape and placed it in her mouth, letting the fresh, fruity aroma fill her senses.

Transporting soil was grueling work. Relying solely on the soldiers stationed on the remote island for such a task would be impossible; they would be exhausted before it was done. Meng Liang’s design for the greenhouse spanned about two hundred square meters—ample space to supply a squad of soldiers with their daily vegetables.

This bottle of golden-red elixir was developed by Nanwu after studying the genome of the gene parasite extracted from Shangguan Bingyun’s body. It had no other function but to react specifically to the gene parasite’s cellular DNA, leaving other organisms’ cells unaffected.

The claws of the Blood-Eyed Werewolf were razor-sharp. With a swift motion, they left afterimages in the air. The ancient warrior’s health bar had already been depleted, and he was caught off guard by the werewolf’s sudden strike.

As the young guard led her out of the dungeon, Yan Niang allowed herself to be guided forward. The man said nothing, leaving her uncertain and uneasy.

“Pau Gasol, you’re playing at the high post. When Chen is trapped in a double team, you need to read the situation on the court!” D’Antoni added another instruction to Pau Gasol.

The charge of the Frostfire Thunder Dragon halted abruptly, and a subtle change flickered across Ye Tianxiao’s face—he seemed to be struggling against something.

Ye Ying looked up to see a young gentleman in fine silk attire seated at a tung wood table inside the inn. He was elegant and refined—the very same Ying Minglang who had saved her and Qiu Heizi just a few days prior.

Instantly entering battle mode, Ye Tianxiao’s blood-red eyes locked onto the two before him. The Dragon Pearl had transformed into a pair of dragon gauntlets, with claws extending from them.

Thinking of this, the point guard of the Legends team felt a surge of confidence. But as he watched, after Chen Yu completed his jump shot, he did not look back at the basket—instead, he turned to glance at the players charging toward them.

Acupuncture was usually done in the morning, but by the time she arrived at the Lin household, it was already afternoon. As she approached, she saw the housekeeper taking the wheelchair downstairs.

Suddenly, a tremendous surge of fiery spiritual energy erupted from him. It originated from the Gangfire Pool, absorbed and now manifesting as a glowing symbol upon the Rainbow Qi Palace.

The entire arena fell utterly silent; the crowd stood frozen, as if soulless dolls left in a daze.

“That young man left last night,” Du Liuyin replied to Bo Guangteng after a long silence.

“Sister Cui’er died to prove her resolve—she even yanked off her own undergarments to stop them. Alas.” Ye Shizhou looked skyward, his face filled with sorrow, unwilling to deal a blow to lovers’ hopes.

Resolved, the monstrous troll summoned all its latent strength, activating a secret self-destruction technique, intent on dragging the human who had driven it to despair down with it.

“It is true,” Xie Feng replied without concealment, “but what I wish to know is—how much have you truly comprehended? Is there really an immortal island at the Celestial Realm?”

“Go on.” It was already dark; whether sooner or later, they’d have to return to the general’s manor in the night.

With the elemental skill “Phantom in the Mist,” Du Tian vanished in an instant, stretching his limbs to disperse elemental particles to every corner of the ring.

Suddenly, a beam of light appeared in the distant sky, quickly closing in as it searched below. Yin Junfeng frowned, staring intently at the heavens, feeling an uncanny sense of familiarity with that silhouette.

“If they truly came with the allied Xianbei, then General, you need not worry,” Liu Tianhao said, full of confidence.