Father and Daughter Reconcile, Suffered So Much

Three months had passed since the Continental Spirit Master Elite Tournament.

That day, Blue Tyrant Academy, which had not achieved a particularly good ranking, received an uninvited guest.

Liu Erlong's father, Yu Luomian.

A Soul Douluo-level powerhouse.

Yu Luomian looked around, then examined the facade of Blue Tyrant Academy before snorting coldly. "You refused to return to the clan no matter what..."

"Are you really that willing to stay here with him?"

"Compared to Thunder Academy, this place is simply not worth mentioning!"

Yu Tianxin stepped forward and respectfully said, "Great-Uncle, despite lacking resources, Aunt Erlong still managed to teach several formidable spirit masters and achieve an outstanding result in the spirit master tournament..."

A black "air current" suddenly surged up before Mo, blocking the entire spiderweb before transforming into "flames" and annihilating the enormous web.

"I want this one. Give that one to Xu Guanlin," Fan Yanqi immediately said, pointing at the larger one.

Well, we understood. After all, it was Grammy. For such an important performance, bringing out two new songs to show their sincerity was hardly a problem.

The sword returned to his waist, then was swung once more. Black Sword Light, as though capable of cleaving heaven and earth apart, descended again and collided directly with the surging tidal wave.

Master Qiu had yet to react when he saw Shen Yanzhi's grave expression. He did not dare hesitate, turning the steering wheel and making a U-turn to leave.

The battle at Grim Batol had shocked the entire continent. The four Guardian Dragons had joined forces, yet they had failed to keep the Earth Guardian behind. Deathwing's fearsome reputation had become a shadow hanging over Azeroth.

As a third-circle spell, the saving throw against Suggestion was not particularly high. Yet under the dual effects of Lan Luosi and Elune, coupled with Lothar's momentary carelessness in his eagerness to save someone, it successfully penetrated the iron-like will of this legendary warrior.

Li Chen had not the slightest favorable impression of Grelot. If Grelot had initially met Li Chen as Yafiel's father, coming to see Li Chen...

Likewise, the difficulty and consumption of this spell were directly proportional to its function. Even with Osar taking charge of constructing it, it had taken an entire night to establish the route to Oggundon. With the orcs' interference added in, carrying out this plan would require an enormous expenditure of manpower and resources.

At the headquarters meeting, Shen Yun handed over the various reforms he had not yet had time to wrap up to the elders responsible for them.

Shen Changqing's predecessor had been an apprentice Demon Exorcist in the Demon Suppressing Division, the lowest rank among Demon Exorcists.

However, Gu Wangchuan's words made her clearly realize that even if she explained everything and cleared up the misunderstanding, this was still how he saw her.

Chen Qiaoqian, Yan Ya, and Lin Luo had essentially the same plan: they would never leave seclusion until they formed their cores.

They were all delighted. As soon as Lin Ruhai left, they eagerly crowded around Lin Song and went to look at the loom.

Meanwhile, things had already started downstairs. Li Xiang dodged left and right; although he was struck twice, no one could get close to him.

Before them lay nothing but scorched earth and countless corpses. The air was still filled with gunpowder smoke, and the ground bore traces of battle.

Wu Bin said with a smile, "There's nothing to worry about now. All those people protesting downstairs from the company have dispersed, and everyone's resistance toward our company is also declining."

Within Chen Mo's heart, vast amounts of dark crimson aura resonated with the energy barrier before him, and a vicious aura erupted from his body.

Then again, if Huang Dong'an had solid evidence, Bai Zhiyao would have been crushed long before she could publicly announce that she was going independent.

"Let's talk over there." This was not a suitable place to talk with people coming and going. Gu Wangchuan pointed toward the end of the corridor.

"Your Majesty still hasn't come!" Following that resentful complaint came another crisp sound.

His breathing gradually steadied. Yang Tianbo sat in the courtyard as usual, using his hearing to count the number of villains who had infiltrated Ziyan Yun Manor.

Yet after waiting a long while without seeing Jun Nuo come to comfort her, she finally realized that Jun Nuo was unconscious. How could he move on his own, much less come comfort her?