Chapter 58: A Child Should Not Be a Shackle

Such a rare opportunity.

If she delayed, once Xie Genghe came to his senses, she would undoubtedly be placed under strict surveillance with never another chance.

As for the child, if it was lost, it simply meant they lacked fate.

This should not become her shackle.

Having made her decision, Wen Changying fought with an increasingly reckless abandon.

Because of her fierce and lethal moves, the guards still could not get close to her.

Clearly, among the group, there was a terrifying powerhouse; if they were intent on killing him, escaping would be utterly impossible.

Wang Feng and Lin Aotian nodded, walking toward the city alongside the Third Prince, surrounded by a throng of people that caused many onlookers to stop and stare.

Wang Feng did not care much; his Primordial Demonic Physique was far more powerful than the Divine Martial Battle Physique, and what he truly needed were some fist techniques, palm techniques, and other close-combat skills.

"You cannot touch it!" Ryan's hand was suddenly grabbed by Gamot, who then shook his head and said.

Hearing Hu Yu's words, Zhao Fei instinctively wanted to suggest heading directly toward the vicinity of Baron Nashor and feigning an attempt to take the dragon. This would easily relieve the pressure on the top lane. Although they knew full well they wouldn't actually take the dragon, the DM team would certainly abandon their push on the top tower—a common countermeasure in professional matches.

Inside the lord's mansion at night, a commotion broke out. Following a piercing scream, a startled Kaller hurried to the grand hall. Lying on the floor of the hall was an assassin whose teeth had all been knocked out, and beside him stood the disheveled eccentric who had captured the assassin.

"Your uncle is a man of great fortune and virtue, he will be fine," Hu Yu said reassuringly, patting Zhao Fei's shoulder with a heavy sigh.

December 25th, the thirty-fourths year of the Republic, ten o'clock in the morning, Pacific Ocean, Chinese aircraft carrier Zhongshan.

Furthermore, while ordinary players were complaining about Yanyun's skills, professional players were mostly evaluating whether they themselves could master such skills to Yanyun's level.

Guichou asked with a sneer, "Did you hear the orders just now?" Silver Moon nodded. She knew that the ratman from earlier was an advisor sent by the Beastman Empire to Crescent City, primarily providing technical support regarding siege equipment, and what they had brought this time was a technological innovation of the Beastman Empire: the siege catapult.

A heavy bolt of divine lightning crashed down, forcing Heavenly Venerate Fengqiu to stagger back several steps. The bright moon surrounding her trembled violently under the strike, giving a sense that it was on the verge of shattering.

However, this was no place for conversation. Sensing numerous powerful auras rapidly approaching their location, Ban Ming raised an eyebrow and immediately instructed his battle avatar to carry Su Youhai and rapidly evacuate the area.

The contingent sent this time was not large, but their cultivation levels were generally above the Ghost Immortal realm, with their primary objective being the destruction of the Nine-Sun Demon-Sealing Array.

The words of Heavenly Venerate Xuanyuan were not wrong. On this platform known as the Supremacy Stage, only powerhouses of the Second Step were qualified to sit; demigods of the First Step could only stand.

If there was no third match, it meant the Fire Team had already beaten them two-nil, leaving them to pin their hopes of a turnaround on the subsequent melee and solo matches. Otherwise, the massive prize pool of the entertainment tournament would have to be bid farewell.

It was not that the Jiang family had deceived him; the so-called incomparability was because the purposes of these two Daoist arts were different.

Although Chu Mu had no fear of the powerhouses from various clans, incurring public outrage would undoubtedly bring trouble after leaving this Genesis-Opening Realm relic. He could not possibly kill everyone; after all, many factions had no enmity with him. It was better to leave the remaining flat peach trees to them as a form of compensation.

Hearing this, Mo Yu frowned slightly. Based on what Mu Bai had described, he could guess a thing or two—the mysterious power in question was likely bloodline.

This war had caused cultivators across the heavens and myriad realms to advance by leaps and bounds, yet an increasing number of cultivators were falling. Although the Heaven-Robbing Sect had not yet lost any Emperor-realm cultivators, who could say what the future held?