Chapter 275: I Don't Believe I Will Lose So Miserably

On the training grounds, the members of the Bug Hunter squad busied themselves, immersed in simulated combat, tactical drills, and physical conditioning... Every one of them threw themselves into it wholeheartedly; with the impending grand battle looming over them, no one dared slacken for a moment.

Han Ruoxi and Sun Yang stood to one side, observing the sparring match between Li Chang'an and Shen Qiuyue.

The chain-sword in Li Chang'an’s grip hummed with a low, droning vibration, while Shen Qiuyue wielded a high-energy dueling blade, her movements swift and fiercely sharp.

"Look at Shen Qiuyue's

Though Han Ke detected a subtle shift, his heart was currently heavy with sorrow over Huang Yan's situation, leaving him with no desire to dwell on such trifles; he simply followed the two men into the descending elevator.

At the thought that she had not only failed to give Lin Liang a piece of her mind but was now instead forced to wander around such a tedious place, a sudden wave of irritation washed over Wu Xiu'er, and her body instinctively drifted a little further from the youth of similar age.

"Mu Sen, do you truly believe yourself to be Mu Yunfei, the great ancestor of your Mu clan? Even if Mu Yunfei were to return from the dead, he might not necessarily amount to much in our eyes now," the red-haired man said mockingly.

For so many days, he had believed so firmly in fate, viewing all the joys and sorrows of parting with a calm indifference; yet when these things—these familiar yet foreign emotions—truly echoed within his soul, he was genuinely... at a complete loss.

Only then did Lin Liang snap back to reality, his heart sinking continuously; no wonder they appeared so completely at ease, and no wonder there was that peculiar force of counter-shock—it turned out they had already obtained the dragon power, unsealing their own formerly bound spiritual energy.

Just as Nan Feng was secretly grieving for his master and master's wife, the fat man beside him unexpectedly began to snore.

The elder wasted no time, retrieving the box containing the crystal once more and placing a jade slip into it.

"Furthermore, do you know why I merely knocked Enoch unconscious instead of killing him?" Wei Chixue asked, fixing her gaze upon me.

"Great Ancestor, this matter is precisely what I intend to speak of next," Mu Sen said, intentionally cloaking his words in mystery.

"How utterly laughable," Shen Qinglan sneered, watching Zhang Danqiu's soaring figure as she swept her palm through the air; instantly, rolling thunderclouds materialized across the sky above Zhang Danqiu, where silver serpents of lightning writhed and the crackling, snapping din of electric currents reverberated through the heavens.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" the Divine Lord shrieked in a frenzy, his eyes staring dead-set at the starlight-glinting protective barrier below, twin beams of crimson light several meters long piercing from his pupils, extending and contracting endlessly in midair.

"Brother Bai, are you finished with your makeup over here? The director's side is calling for everyone to assemble." Shortly after he had finished his makeup and donned his costume, the production assistant came over to summon them; Zhou Bai quickly rose and stepped out of the dressing room.

"It is not a matter of 'seemingly'; we have indeed been targeted by a monster." Luo Yi's gaze swept toward the woods on the left, from whence he detected an exceptionally powerful aura.

Dong Wanqing, meanwhile, was nearly splitting her sides with laughter; a moment ago, she hadn't seen the words written on the tooth-mug in Lin Yand's hand, and she had wondered in her heart why Xu Bohan and the others had been scared away so instantly.

"How could this be?" Luo Qing's eyes widened to perfectly round saucers, staring in utter disbelief at the shattered giant hand; this was among his stronger martial techniques, yet it had been broken so effortlessly, rendering it completely impossible for him to believe.

At this moment, Bai Yu wished she could manifest a thousand hands to fend off the Black Old Demon's assault; the black smoke not only obscured her vision but also made her feel suffocated and miserable.

However, Su Yan had dabbled with bows and arrows in his past life, and later learned a great deal during the military academy's ptam classes, so he possessed a measure of confidence.

For something to command the attention of the core members of the Mohist sect, the probability of it being connected to the imperial court was, naturally, immensely high.

"It was Sister Yan who noticed him first; it seems they get along quite well." From a worldly perspective, Yan Caiju and Zhang Yuan belonged to the same generation, with her being a year older, so within the inner chamber, terms of address were rather casual.

"Sun Wukong, I have not even settled my scores with you yet! How dare you disregard our sworn brotherhood and bring the people of Buddhism here to take my son's life? I have no brother like you," said the Ox Demon King.