Volume 1, Chapter 48: If Only There Were a Top-Grade Spirit Sword...

The man in the black robe immediately revealed a terrifying smile.

His laughter echoed all around.

Wan Pengfei and Gu Yanxuan’s timely return greatly pleased Tong Yan. After all, gaining over a hundred more people meant the Heavenly Dao Alliance’s strength could be reinforced. Nothing was more gratifying than seeing the Heavenly Dao Alliance steadily recover.

AC Milan patiently controlled the ball. Atalanta did not push their formation too far forward in response to AC Milan’s back passes; they were determined to defend to the end. Romagnoli passed the ball to Bonucci, who then sent it to Conti.

Xiali said as he wiped the Holy Dragon Sword clean. Though it was a broken blade, the dragon engravings on the hilt and blade were vivid and exquisite, truly beautiful.

No matter what, the Underworld Army had ultimately won yesterday. After securing this decisive victory, Tong Yan could leave with his chest held high, departing with pride. He had fulfilled his promise, leading the Underworld Army to an unprecedented triumph. He was worthy of the title First Strategist, worthy of the name Walker of the Heavens.

The gun in Qi Feng’s hand seemed to anticipate the situation. Suddenly, he shifted sharply, and through the scope appeared a figure who gave him a headache.

The Onion Ridge, known today as the Pamir Plateau, stretched across many Central Asian countries, much of it under the jurisdiction of the Ming Dynasty, so there was little worry about unexpected incidents. Moreover, each sect traveling directly to their destination could reduce rendezvous time.

After the press conferences of the two head coaches concluded, they boarded the flight to Cardiff’s stadium. After resting one night in the Welsh capital, they would begin the highly anticipated showdown tomorrow.

Meanwhile, Kakashi silently completed his meticulous calculations, leaving Danzo somewhat unsettled.

This time, all the cultivators from the Central Plains brought by the Ninth Prince plunged into unspeakable despair.

“Hmph, you fools who overestimate yourselves. Since you call me a traitor, then today I will show you what a traitor truly looks like!” Yu Guanjue moved rapidly, killing several disciples in an instant. It seemed he intended to slaughter all the disciples of the Cangyun Sect to cement his reputation as a traitor.

However, E Li completely misunderstood E Cai Ling’s meaning, thinking that his wife was implying she had lost her voice and couldn’t speak properly today.

Its nest was built atop towering trees forty meters high. Every dawn, it perched proudly on the branches, surveying all activity within a ten-kilometer radius.

Xin Xi pondered for a moment, helplessly realizing she could not possibly escape through that window. With no other choice, she had to devise another plan.

Yi Jiange looked at the two people embracing, a sinister smile suddenly creeping across his face. With a flick of his wrist, he launched a poisoned dart.

But when Locke’s army destroyed the first line of defense around Xinsaro with astonishing speed, he finally recognized how ridiculous his vengeful thoughts had been. He had repeatedly fantasized about seeing his enemies lying dead at his feet, but the reality was something entirely different.

She was daydreaming, simply because of that phrase: “He is my man!” Cheng Lingzhi’s eyes flickered with amusement, and the anger she had felt toward Dou Qing instantly evaporated.

If Long Feiyun hadn’t won the bet against his boss Zhu Youming, they wouldn’t have traveled overnight. Perhaps by now, Long Feiyun and his companions would be sound asleep!

Xue Li expressionlessly retracted her sword, glanced at the petals clinging to the blade’s tip, and involuntarily tightened her eyes slightly.