Volume 1, Chapter 61: Gu Qingli Defeated and Brutally Humiliated

"Humph."

A cold snort echoed.

Swish~

Right at this moment, Xiao Lingfei soared toward a combat arena. The moment he landed, the corners of his mouth curved upward, and he extended a finger to point downward, shouting, "Gu Qingli, if you have the guts, come and fight me."

Following the voice, the crowd looked over and instantly understood. These two prodigies from the respective peaks had truly locked horns.

Wang Mo glanced over a few times, his surging adrenaline making him feel as though he could kick open a plowing ox and till ten acres of land all by himself.

For passionate music lovers, listening to a song that pushed emotional tension and release to the absolute limit was an immensely satisfying experience.

What made them grind their teeth in even greater vexation was that none of these fellows would admit to having written those pieces themselves; instead, they all put on a pretentious act, pretending to be suffering just as much as everyone else.

Hearing this, Bai Lang already sensed that something was amiss and harbored his own suspicions, yet he still shook his head, wishing to wait for Hongxiu to continue. After all, if it truly matched his speculation, it would completely surpass his imagination.

Bai Lang let out a cold snort and, without saying a word, urged his horse one step forward to take the lead. Like an umbrella, he instantly blocked all the oncoming pressure, while Yang Xiu and the two guards behind him immediately felt the heavy burden vanish from their shoulders.

After all, although Wuyan enjoyed high popularity, in the eyes of composers, the compositional mastery of a grandmaster like Wu Rui was still far beyond what Wuyan could compare to.

The chef was presumably a culinary master, as the dishes tasted exceptionally authentic, prompting endless praise from Wang Mo with every bite.

He took a deep breath and secretly resolved in his heart: if there were a next time, if he ever encountered a similar situation again, he would unconditionally trust Wuyan.

At these words, Zhang Ruirui, Liu Xiangjun, and Yin Su'e all came to a sudden realization and cast a unanimous look toward Wang Shen, catching him completely off guard as he buried his head in eating.

The Crippled Tycoon of Hedong used his crutch to deliver a vicious smash onto his fractured arm. Hou Dong let out a miserable scream and completely passed out.

"Not bad at all." Chuan Ge remained quite calm, sizing up Lynn from top to bottom with a gaze that held a somewhat teasing and hazy amusement, before gesturing toward her top. "It's just that the clothes are too tacky, tacky as dirt."

If those missing classmates were all safe and sound, where on earth had those two ghosts popped up from? Moreover, the ghost of the Incredible Hulk among them had always shown goodwill toward their group.

The old matriarch looked immensely satisfied, her smile so wide she could not close her mouth, and finally bid a reluctant farewell to her son.

"The passing of time is just like this, flowing day and night!" In the rushing years that never return, there is no sight of old friends, nor of newcomers. Between the drifting heaven and earth, there remains only a single sigh of time flowing past. The more one fears a thing, the more it happens; the more one yearns, the harder it is to attain; the more one cherishes, the easier it is to lose.

"How could that be? Aren't you just getting older, with a somewhat weak lumbar spine and a bit of pain in your legs? Aren't you feeling much better now?" Wang Ning comforted.

The figure in black smoothly flicked his sword, the vibrating blade shaking off the falling rain while the humming sound of the metal echoed continuously.

He Xuan, who had hailed a random vehicle, was evidently in a much better mood. After all, those two idiots were quite exhausting.

The first half of the journey was fine, but later, as noon approached, the stifling heat and drowsiness set in, so they took turns lying down for a while on their seats.

Song Mo and Yi Rushen fell silent, because Ji Duoduo was right: in a chaotic world, what was harder than simply staying alive?

Yet what the Big Dipper Sovereign had never anticipated was that Zhuang Wanggu, holding the fragments of Mount Buzhou, drew the primordial breath of the earth into his body in an endless stream, repairing his injuries and restoring his heavily depleted magical power.

After seeing the two of them off, Xiao Han returned to find that Dr. Fang had already tidied everything up and was waiting for him.

Meanwhile, as the messenger departed, a gatekeeper hurried in to report: "The Second Lord is leading an army here to assist us." Overjoyed, Hou Hu rushed out to welcome them.