Chapter 13058 — Once You Seize the Chance, You Soar Straight to the Heavens

Of course, Jin Beichen had only mentioned it in passing just now; at most, Wei Zhao had merely piqued his interest.

Whether he could truly catch his eye would depend on what came next.

Meanwhile.

With Wei Zhao's squad pulling off the upset, an uproar swept through every quarter.

The other squads—especially those already through to the next round—were re-examining them.

Reviewing the whole match, Po Feng Squad's overall performance had indeed been mediocre; from position one through position five, every last one of them deserved to be hauled out for a dressing-down.

If only he had...

The man's words were cutting and merciless, snuffing out the last of the pride in everyone's hearts and the light in their eyes.

These days, whenever Xu Lai had something to deal with, he generally went to Gao Guokun, no longer bothering Chi Ying, Sun Li, and the rest.

They were so stunned that they did not even notice the dust settling into their mouths, let alone think to brush the dust from their hair and clothes.

Usually she seemed sharp enough, so why was she acting so foolishly today? Bringing up the young master in front of the Marquis—what was she thinking? And to go on about how much their mistress cared for him, no less.

If the company lost Jingyuan Group's support, and with Weiye Company bearing down on them on top of that, then he would go down in the company's history as the man who ruined it.

Xu Lai put his strength into it, and Bao Wei retched with a "blaargh," but his arm was still shoved straight into his mouth by Xu Lai.

As he said this, Xun Qian nodded toward one of the three distillery owners, and from the look of it, that man was Boss Zhang.

"Whatever." Ouyang Feifei waved a hand. The thought of having a meal alone with Long Xiang killed her appetite. She simply did not like Long Xiang; no matter how she looked at him, he rubbed her the wrong way.

"Feifei, don't feel pressured. Sure, Wenren Junyao is pretty, but you're no slouch yourself. You... hey, Feifei, I wasn't finished yet—why are you walking off?" Monkey was only halfway through when Ouyang Feifei turned and left, and he was instantly disgruntled, shouting after her at the top of his lungs.

A soft, effeminate voice came at once from the other side, and that voice made my heart clench tight.

Within the mine, sword light flickered. Ling Tian suddenly drew his blade, sword qi raging, and in an instant cut down countless mine beasts.

The sword in the duty officer's hand clattered to the ground. Wasn't this the good-for-nothing of Guangling? Lately that name had been spreading around in a way that made men's blood run cold. When the five hundred men of the Dingbei Camp had marched into the city on foot, this very officer had happened to be there. They had all looked like eggplants frostbitten by autumn frost, and word had it that every one of them had been reduced to that state by the man standing before him now.

"Yaya's fine, she was just badly frightened and has gone back to rest..." Xia Bingxin spoke up, unhurried.

"Insolent!" The mighty being in that spatial passage sensed Ouyang Bei's death and flew into a fury, a wave of overbearing divine-sense assault crashing down from the heavens.

"Gentlemen, let us strike while the iron is hot—how about we go destroy that passage of the hell demons' right now?" Shao Yilong looked at them all, his heart much lighter.

"I don't need you to believe me at all. As long as she believes, that's enough..." Lin Jie pointed at Mo Ran and said calmly.

Following up on his martial-arts bear-style swallow return, Wu Xiong's tile-splitting strike slammed straight into the back of the neck of the freak-strength brute.

Compared with being utterly unable to find a thing, having a chance of finding it would undoubtedly give people more confidence.

"You, ashamed of yourself?" The Big Boss laughed heartily. "When you were spouting all that big talk in front of me just now, you were quite the domineering one."

When Xu Qianqiu had comprehended the Twelve Dreads, he had only manifested the Qiongqi divine form, but as time passed, his divine forms of vicious beasts grew more and more numerous.

The qi vortex above Qin Yuan's head slowly dispersed; a flash of brilliance shot from his eyes, and he abruptly fixed his gaze on the pillar of blood, retracted his scales, and charged over at full speed.

Only after Gan Hui led his men to take over the defenses of Dajingmen Pass and Zhangjiakou Fort did Lu Changle accept Duoduo's formal surrender at Dajingmen.

A ball of fire cut the man off mid-sentence; Sean had no intention of giving him the chance to draw his gun, still less of letting the death foretold in the prophecy play out again.

Lu Changgao suddenly recalled the clan chief's words: trust the comrades beside you, and simply take aim at the heart of the enemy before you and drive your blade in with all your might.