Volume 1, Chapter 62: Grand Finale (Part 2)

Yuyan recounted everything that had happened in detail, omitting only the part where the man forcefully kneaded her chest, causing Fang Yu to furrow his brows deeply.

Pointing at Lin Chen, Chu Tianjiao was so furious that her lungs felt ready to burst, her apple-smooth face flushed with deep shame and humiliation.

With a cold snort, he charged straight toward the top-lane Gnar in the middle of the minion wave, who was putting on a provocative display.

Upon returning to the camp, Onyxia immediately went down to the river to wash away the blood staining her body. Meanwhile, Richard met with Yosissa.

Thick clouds stretched from high above all the way down to the ground, shrouding the scenery in all directions in a hazy mist.

Chen Bo muttered inwardly and wanted to shake his head, only to find that the nerves in his neck were also transmitting a bizarre sensation.

"Big Dragon, are they hiding over there?" Li Minghao pointed to the building across the way, where an off-road vehicle was parked downstairs.

The two walked respectfully to the side, then lowered their heads slightly, as if waiting for some distinguished and noble figure to make an appearance.

Lin Chen frowned and was momentarily at a loss for words. *If I truly turned into a monster, you and your mother combined wouldn't be able to last a single round against me. But then again, your mother is my teacher; how could I possibly raise a hand against her?*

If one were to go about slaughtering left and right and provoking formidable adversaries, making too many enemies would ultimately make life rather difficult.

"In short, the situation is quite complicated. He will be coming here to report in after a while, and you will see him then. If he is willing to tell you, you will know the details," the High Priest slowly said.

Startled by the suddenly appearing figure, Lu Shiyao stopped in her tracks and hovered in mid-air, meeting the gaze cast up from below with a mix of surprise and uncertainty.

"Phew." Having finally finished the last problem, she let out an exhausted sigh and slumped backward against the back of her chair.

He flew in a straight line the entire way. Suddenly, his gaze shifted to the side, a smile touched the corner of his mouth, and with a mere thought, he swerved and flew off in that direction.

The two of them were locked in a fierce battle, reducing their entire combat zone into a heap of rubble, whereas Long Ye's side appeared somewhat quiet.

"Sword Immortal in White, there is still a chance. Submit now; submitting to the Demon Lord is nothing to be ashamed of," Jiang Yueshen said hurriedly, clearly wishing to prevent the Sword Immortal in White from sacrificing himself in vain.

The highlight reels of pro player videos on the official website were instantly flooded with breathtaking clips from this S-rank dungeon instance, dominating the top five positions of the weekly video click rankings for the past two days.

Once everything was arranged, the benevolent expression on Boss Jiang's face gradually faded, replaced by a gloomy, sinister, and vicious haze. His aged eyes emitted an aggressive and piercing aura laden with chilling frost. He glanced sideways at a middle-aged man in a suit who looked remarkably like a butler.

"Uh... I used to do business in Guining and lost my shirt," Peng Haoming improvised quickly, fabricating an excuse.

Upon hearing this, Mei Lu hurriedly said, "We dream of going back!" With that, she turned and walked away with the other two.

Seeing this, Xianglong stretched out his hand to conjure a magic orb in mid-air. To the astonishment of everyone present, nine trails of light extended from the orb and pierced directly into their palms.

Ah Xin's eyes were now empty, bloody hollows, and the blood still oozing out made him look utterly gruesome. He tilted his head back as far as possible, trying to rely on echolocation to fend off the Soul-Eater's attacks, but his opponent had completely concealed both sound and presence.

An array formation, actually used to isolate auras? Could the aura inside this mine shaft be so terrifying? Even the few wisps that leaked out were enough for Bai Ying to sense the presence of vengeful ghosts.

"You could never have imagined your own end either. I reckon your fate will be even more miserable than mine!" Old Wei chuckled.

The husband and wife called out to each other's names simultaneously, both choking with sobs and unable to speak. Their eyes gazed at each other with profound affection, refusing to blink even for a second, terrified that closing their eyes would cause the other to vanish.

"How could the word 'pretty' possibly describe you? You are gorgeous, truly ethereal." Though he felt the words were a bit over the top, Peng Haoming said them anyway.

I knew that deep in Su Yue'er's heart, there were countless grievances. It was those grievances that left me unable to just let things go, and it was those grievances that kept bringing certain memories rushing back to me. It really was enough to give one a headache.

"Uh... I..." Ah Xin suddenly froze, never expecting that a casual remark spoken without intent would completely give away his disguise.

He naturally understood the value of the Purple Steed, and even more so, its innate spirituality. If Xiao Mo resolved to capture it by force, not only would it be immensely difficult to succeed, but he might very well end up trampled into a bloody paste.

The dynamic between him and Xu Yuan had unconsciously and imperceptibly transformed Xu Yuan into the most frugal person in the entire world.

Yet seeing him completely ignore her gaze, Su Mengyao felt as though she were nothing more than air in front of her cousin. She almost wished he would glare fiercely at her instead—at least that way, he would actually be looking at her.

Gu Ling'er quickly glanced around, but Long Tianchen's figure was nowhere to be seen. A wave of panic immediately welled up in her heart; after all, Young Master Long Three was not of sound mind, but rather someone with intellectual disabilities.

A flash of cold, secluded intent crossed his eyes, instantly causing the surrounding stele of the "Quan" character principles to resonate in unison.

Cheng Jin was the meticulous type. He knew how to unfold a napkin and hand it to Xu Yuan, how to use a disinfection wipe to go over already pristine tableware one by one, and how to pick food for Xu Yuan during meals with a keen eye sharp enough to instantly discern which dish she favored.