Chapter 13146 — Purely Just Good Luck

To be honest, after a self-detonation of that magnitude, they were not surprised that the Dragon Slaying Squad had survived.

But that Wei Zhao had survived too—and, judging by his stance, his injuries were not much worse than the Dragon Slaying Squad's, perhaps even lighter!

That truly left them dumbfounded.

Su Qing looked utterly unruffled. "No need to look at me like that. I didn't know he could be that tough either. This time it wasn't my good judgment—purely just good luck."

Naturally, no one believed him.

To be able to sit in a judge's seat on the Divine War Alliance, even if the other party was...

Huang Quan watched Gu Ming depart, and only after his figure had vanished completely did he settle the emotions in his heart, restore his cold expression, and turn back toward the capital of Heaven.

Just then, a gate of light suddenly opened in the void above the Mirage. It stood fully five kilometers tall and three kilometers wide, and a vast dark shadow came forcing its way out through it.

There was no need for Xiao Wanqiu's reminder at all—the four heroes of the commentary division instantly transformed into a demolition crew. After a burst of clattering noise, that stubborn holdout, the top-lane first tower, had been reduced to a wreck too ghastly to look at.

Just as the people on stage were at their wits' end, a crisp and resolute voice suddenly rang out from the spectator stands.

By Yi Yu's estimate, if it fell out of Tier 22, the usability of these two spells would change considerably.

After several shops, they had not only eaten what they wanted, but their stomachs had inevitably been stuffed with a pile of other tempting delicacies.

True Immortals, Jade Immortals, and... Han Yi still did not know what else, but he could guess that in the immortal realm, those stronger than the Great Emperor level were far from few.

In the Central Continent, the true dragons of the Nine Provinces Dynasty and the mystic turtle of the Shenhua Dynasty; in the Southern Wilds, the divine phoenix; in the Eastern Marsh, the white goral; in the Western Plains, the qilin.

Seeing this, Zheng Lejian gave a faint bitter smile, then rose and went out, calling the waiter to brew a cup of bamboo-leaf green tea. He and Tang Liyu were on good terms and knew the man's eating habits—knew he liked his bamboo-leaf green.

"Good!" the crowd answered with a chorus of laughter, drowning out Big Tooth's furious cursing entirely.

Han Yue was not alarmed. If the other side really were members of the Gu clan, they would at most take her back and would not harm her life; and besides, as long as Sikong Yanfei was there, she believed he would surely find a way to bring her back.

At that moment, Sun Yifan suddenly realized that what he had come into contact with before had not been real esports at all.

Princess Min'an sat at the dining table, and at last her eyes moved away from her Brother Ruixiu. She stared fixedly at the lovely Wang Wan.

The way a man looked in a military uniform... how to put it? To her eyes, it held an indescribable allure.

Fan Shengmei saw Andi standing frozen at the cutting board, knife in hand, looking as though she could not make up her mind; yet she had no idea what Andi was going through and could not help her deeply.

"You can refuse," Xie You said, his tone still cold, though noticeably softer than the freezing chill of the start.

Suddenly, she sensed a shift in the atmosphere. Someone's gaze on her seemed a little too scorching.

Ling Xiquan, stop burrowing into dead ends, won't you? How does everything manage to connect back to Liu Si'an?

Because there was no one to give him release, he was like a lone boat on the sea, liable at any moment to be capsized by the giant waves.

She shushed, then pointed toward the door. I turned my head, and a familiar figure hurriedly pushed the door open and came in.

The men under Zhou Yizong looked triumphant; the men under Huang Dongxuan looked resentful. That was the command token of the Jiangling Prefect—it truly held the power to command the entire army. And that the Prefect had given it to Zhou Yizong did not necessarily mean he trusted or valued Zhou Yizong greatly; it only meant—how wary and fearful he was of Huang Dongxuan.

Then there was a "crack," their ankles twisted, and down they plopped onto the steps.

Shangguan Yun was well versed in medicine. With the slightest exercise of his inner force, he knew Jin Tianyou's words were no lie; but he well knew such good fortune did not exist in this world, and so he intended to channel his power to force the medicinal efficacy out.