Chapter Forty-Five: Bai Lingxuan Gave Long Xingyu a Barrage of Ten Slaps

Bai Nianxuan couldn’t make sense of Long Xingyu’s actions; her impression of him had plummeted from the depths to the abyss. This man must be out of his mind.

“Yue’er is pure and easily fooled by you,” she said coldly. “But I am her mother, and I’ve been through too much to be deceived by such petty tricks.”

Bai Lingxuan’s voice turned icy. “Is it that you don’t trust Yue’er, or do you simply dislike Haochen? Just say it. What kind of father acts like this after learning—”

The Extreme Heaven Staircase, the final ninety-nine steps—each step forward brings unimaginable rewards.

“The one who lays the plan, borrowing the will of Heaven to accomplish everything, must pay with their life. For an eternity of lifetimes, they will never reincarnate, forever lost in endless darkness,” Jiang Chen continued.

Among the well-known professional players who made it into the advancement tournament, there were several legendary mid-laners: Monsoon Snow from Dawn Team, Dragon Raises Head from Dragon Head Team, and Crimson Blood, to name a few. These were the titans among the teams, while the countless solo masters needed no introduction.

Gong Yuyue lowered her gaze slightly, watching the weary figure nestled in her arms, fast asleep. Gentle moonlight streamed in, casting its soft glow on her rosy cheeks. He could still faintly make out the blush that had not yet faded from her face.

With the ruler of this world gone, the power of annihilation diminished by more than half in an instant, and it seemed as if the world had regained a measure of vitality.

She sat bolt upright, holding her breath as she watched his back, not daring to make a sound, waiting to see if he would awaken.

Jiang Chen stretched out both hands, channeling the energies of heaven and earth. Under the mysterious flow, two astonishing streams of power formed.

The teammates were all fired up—Dream’s End Team had always been suppressed by Long Yu. To finally beat their old rival—who wouldn’t be elated?

Yet this woman was different; beneath her delicate brows lay a pair of large, round eyes, with full, shadowed lower lids that made her gaze especially lively.

“Your schemes are as deep as ever. Today’s so-called change in palace leadership is nothing but a cleansing of the Southern Domain,” he said.

Not only did WE lose the team fight, but both side lanes lost a significant amount of minions, making the situation even more dire.

What Chen Ziling entrusted Liu Rudai with, of course, was to travel to the Divine Dream Star Region in search of any news about Ning Qing’er.

Once again, the star soul of a fierce beast slain earlier that day turned into energy and was absorbed into his body. The pain of tearing muscles intensified, and the surging life force within him began to burn with heat.

Liu Zijian replied with a smile, roaming around the training room to observe the team’s practice, then found a stool and sat down.

We all have to contribute to the stronghold; only then can the machinery keep running, and only then, surrounded by the threat of beasts, can we survive safely and keep growing.

If word of this reached the capital—especially to those young lords who had pursued Wang Yiran for years without even managing to ride in her twenty-thousand-yuan car—it would surely cause a great uproar.

Though the mask Chen Ziling wore was incomplete, it concealed much of his aura. Even so, Ning Lan saw through it at a glance.

Far from being intimidated, he was spirited, and though only at Level 9, Stage 1, his presence was formidable.

The blood fiend, startled, immediately reared up, twisting its neck and flicking out its tongue, ready to strike at any moment.

“Damn you, if you have the guts, shoot here!” Zhao Xu shouted, seeing Ma Yong lose his cool under the threat of a gun.

The water here was crystal clear, like a mirror, reflecting every detail of the sky above.

Now that life had improved, Xu Yan wished for a grand affair, but with only family, the modern spectacle she imagined was out of reach.

Her grip on Chun Jiao’s arm unconsciously tightened, but after a deep breath, she let go.