Chapter 337: How Do You Have the Nerve to Be Disdainful?

Just then, Sun Yang burst into the dining hall like a whirlwind, carrying a tray of food as he slipped into the seat beside them.

"Ah, I almost missed breakfast! Tell me, why does the food on this base always have to be so utterly monotonous?"

Sun Yang grumbled, his voice muffled and incoherent as he stuffed his mouth with food.

"You eat more than anyone else every single day, and yet you have the nerve to complain?"

Shen Qiuyue cast a cold, sweeping glance over him.

"Sister Qiuyue, this is called replenishing my strength! Who knows what might happen today—"

The other two marshals approached his side: "Big brother, are you alright?" After establishing their independent kingdom, they had sworn brotherhood, determining their seniority by strength; Ye Lei, being the strongest, naturally became the eldest.

Gu Shaoyu looked at the indolent man and, overhearing their conversation, knew instantly that this was Liu Xi, the alchemist—a greedy, lustful soul of no great talent, yet exceedingly arrogant and utterly despicable.

"Aren't you afraid I'll give a generic official response?" Shenyou smiled faintly; after all, as the head of a professional gaming team studio and a pro player himself, his answers carried weight for his public image, so he always spoke with diplomatic caution.

In that instant, whether it was the saints of the Li family or Nalan Yun and the clansmen of the Nalan family, the eyes they turned upon Ye Xuan were filled with absolute terror.

From this perspective, the so-called shopkeeper was nothing more than an ugly, fat man, and how could the esteemed disciples of the Wuhuan Demon Sect ever look upon such a creature with favor? To describe him as garbage was entirely fitting.

The battlefield seemed like a fleeting dream, the artillery fire an illusion, the fragmented flesh scattered across the earth a falsehood, and even he himself felt unreal; Xu Fulin wished only for this nightmare to break so he might awaken.

Fierce, all too fierce; Gu Shaoyu's silhouette had blurred into a shadow as he poured every ounce of his strength into the assault, for dawn was fast approaching and left no room for negligence.

"It's alright, I suppose; aren't high schoolers meant to study and get into college anyway?" Lu Chen seemed to have forgotten that he himself had only entered university six months ago, and that half a year prior, he had been the president of his high school esports club, competing for three whole years.

What was being tested was Dormammu's ambition to invade Earth—this entity who, legend had it, was an ancient wizard who had abandoned his mortal flesh for eternal life and boundless power, descending into the Dark Dimension to seize its masterless throne and become the Lord of Darkness.

With the commanders of both the red and blue factions decapitated, the assassination mission was complete, and Qin Feng let out a long, heavy sigh of relief, leaning against the trunk of a great tree to rest; he knew it would not be long before the brigade commander, Wolf God, sent men to retrieve him.

"Dimensional worlds... could they truly exist?" Li Su began to harbor doubts, wondering just how many unknowns still lay hidden within this world.

Xu Feng inquired; if they were to take her in, so be it—it just so happened they were short of a shop assistant, and since she was quite pleasant to look at, she would surely elevate the overall aesthetic of the storefront.

"You are all elders of the valley, yet you brawled here; where is your sense of propriety?" The commotion on the mountainside had grown too tempestuous, and Zhaixingzi had finally arrived.

Beneath the dim, flickering light stood a malicious ghost with a green face and protruding fangs, baring a wicked smile directly at him.

In truth, it all transpired in the mere blink of an eye, unfolding so swiftly that the human eye could scarcely register what had occurred before it was already over.

Qin Feng froze, for the Madman spoke the truth; the vast sea stretched out without end or boundary, and they had to grasp the situation clearly—even if it meant death, they would fight to the bitter end.

The emerald bamboo leaves, like the celestial blades of an immortal swordsman, instantly pierced through the bodies of the five assassins.

"Could this be real?" Feng Lin paused in astonishment; if the legend held true, this stretch of sea might indeed have once existed on the desolate fringes of the human realm, only to undergo some unknown catastrophe and transform into this vast graveyard.

It was precisely for this reason that Ren Xiaoyao felt an urgent necessity to arrange for Xuanji to remain by his side for protection.

Zeth never imagined the opponent could launch an attack without the slightest preamble, and he hastily propped his staff against the ground, arching his back forcefully rearward.

"Leave the matter of the Swarm Queen to the other angels; do not stray far from me during this time!" Liu Ming commanded Yu Ling, for he had far too many mysteries left to unravel.