This strike stabbed into Li Hu's arm, sinking straight to the hilt. Sun Dong quickly pulled the military spike back out.
If the video arcade went under, their only source of income would be gone for good. At the thought, Ma Yong's mind filled with clouds of gloom. He had no idea what to do.
Yang Ye stared blankly at the screen. The box software was open on the computer, and every match record for the account with the ID "Zhi Bai Shou Hei" was laid out before him.
Facing that tremendous might, Old Ancestor Chen Tuan stood as still as a mountain. Even his hair and beard remained unmoved. He merely gazed at the terrifying sea of lightning and gave a soft laugh.
"Hahaha! How could I miss the final battle?" Just then, far off in the west, a drunkard came striding through the air, laughing loudly.
Chen Yi felt as though he himself were the world. The whole world cheered with joy at his every movement. If the world had a soul, then he was its soul.
The next moment, Chen Yun felt the world spinning around him. The sensation made him want to die. Every second was pure agony. He wanted to pass out, but somehow he couldn't lose consciousness.
Its name alone made its effect obvious: this kind of talisman could turn the false into the real.
"Qingyao! Why are you siding with outsiders?" Bi Qing fumed when she saw her Junior Martial Sister apologizing to the other side.
Staring at the words "Menstruation Bro" on my phone screen, I froze. For a moment, I didn't know what to say.
As he spoke, he swung his legs off the bed and strode out of the room. The tremendous slam of the door startled her, but she