Chapter Seventy: Bai Haochen's Heart Stirred

After Bai Haochen’s match ended, Bai Nianxuan, Bai Yue, and Bai Lingxuan waited for him in the spectator stands. They believed he would spot them at first glance. They had even prepared what they would say in advance. However, Bai Haochen didn’t so much as glance toward the stands; instead, he left the trial grounds straightaway and headed for the hotel.

The corners of Bai Nianxuan, Bai Lingxuan, and Bai Yue’s mouths twitched in unison as they looked at Bai Haochen in stunned disbelief.

Ryan’s home was situated near the edge of the village. It was sparsely furnished but boasted spacious rooms, making it a quiet retreat for rest.

After joining forces with Ryan to defeat the Witherer, Aisia’s confidence grew immensely. At the same time, she found herself gradually enjoying the feeling of using her magic to assist Ryan.

The burly man craned his neck to look behind the group and happened to meet the gaze of Zuo Xingyan, who was stretching to peer forward.

Wu Cuihua’s face still ached. Though Doctor Wang had given her ointment and the swelling had subsided, her heart hurt far more than her face.

“This is good wine! Excellent wine! Even the fake stuff isn’t all bad!” Zheng Dalong explained with utmost seriousness.

Xiao Yuxuan quietly left and stood behind Yang Yong. Although he couldn’t see anything from there, the scenery beneath the waterfall somehow felt different from that angle. Beyond its earthly paradise beauty, it seemed to possess an added air of mystery.

In her past life, she was always the one who took care of everything for her family, anticipating every need for her younger brothers.

Xiao Yuxuan didn’t reply, merely turning to leave. Father Xiao watched his departing figure with a look of disappointment, sinking into deep contemplation.

A dolphin leapt from the water, and as it did, its form rapidly changed until it became a bronze dragon, scales tinged green and yellow, its head adorned with ridges and grooves, stretching some five or six meters in length.

Rumor had it that Quanzhou was a remote land, lacking law and order. Not only were criminals like the Jing family at large, but even the ordinary people lived lives of hardship and despair.

Just as the sword was about to make contact with the dog’s head, in a split second, the dog ducked down, narrowly dodging the blade, and darted through the guards’ armpits, charging toward Guard B.

Though she’d exchanged betrothal tokens, the wedding had not yet taken place. Now, talking openly about her own family in front of everyone—Pei Jingyan was gracious but also reserved. Her cheeks reddened, and she hurriedly pulled Pei Caixia inside. After all, she was no stranger here, often coming to play cards and well acquainted with the place.

As he sped along the mountain road, glancing at the rocky cliffs on either side, a sudden sense of foreboding welled up within him.

Everyone was startled and turned, only to see an elderly man in plain robes, his hair and beard snow-white, leaning on a cane and quietly watching them.

As time passed, Yang Yu gradually discovered several hidden attributes on the “Earth’s Defier.”

That’s right, South Korea is also a member of the World Telecommunications Union. In theory, they were perfectly entitled to participate in this global conference—there was absolutely no issue with that.

And yes, there was also Bruce Zhen’s car, that Volvo XC90 SUV. Not a soul had seen it. Instantly, everyone was thrown into a panic. If word got out, the consequences they would face were beyond dispute. Everyone looked at each other in terror.

“Oh, damn it, what are you saying?” Tia Caradan cursed, the shower’s spray having just drenched her eyes so she couldn’t open them. Hastily wiping her face, she snapped, “You damned peeping tom. I’ll make you pay…” But when her vision cleared, she was stunned into silence.

A mysterious vortex, impossible to describe in words, slowly formed in midair. At its center, a shadowy portal shimmered, its colors shifting endlessly.

A battle-hardened old general—there was nothing he enjoyed more than this kind of fierce, all-or-nothing fight to the death.