Chapter 13060 — Why Would a Position Five Want a Burst-Type Divine Skill

"If a position five goes for burst, is he still a position five?"

He Piaoliang shot him a look. "Why shouldn't he play burst? You saw Wei Zhao's performance just now—was his burst weak?"

Wu Guang froze for a moment, then shook his head again and again. "Not weak, not weak."

To one-shot the position three of Gale Squad with a single blade—his damage burst was far from merely "not weak"; it was downright terrifying!

Even someone like Xue Wanqian, who had fused ten divine equipment...

It was less fear than awe. Even she could not work out why such a feeling should arise.

He drank without pause; though his whole body was covered in wounds, he would not let go. Why, when he had loved her for three years, did she in the end fall for another man?

"If Ruoli is mine, then how I treat her is not for an outsider to question," Zeyan said, his voice cold and clear.

"I'll tear every last hair off your head—what good is knowing you were wrong now!" Wang Tianque, still reeling from his near brush with death, had no patience for an apology.

"Look at these common folk before you—do you think those people still deserve to live in this world?" I asked, murder in my eyes.

Black it was, yet its surface shimmered with a ceaseless metallic luster. The blade bore no ornament, nor did the hilt; John and Ruth had fashioned the twin blades in the most understated style, yet they felt luxurious in the hand.

What was more, the hand she had rested on his chest could not be drawn away; it clung tight against his firm, jade-white chest.

That string of words left her utterly dumbstruck. She had charged forward precisely in the hope that they would stop her, and yet no one had come to stop her.

Xia Tian stepped forward with a length of rope and bound the false me up tight, then drove needles into his body to seal several major acupoints, lest the false me break free.

The two old things exchanged a glance, and in their eyes everyone could see a certain rueful emotion. Perhaps even they had never imagined, no matter what happened...

"Clan Chief Guang! Why don't we do as the Taiyin Tiger Clan did—raise the banner and build a force of our own? Lan Guang and I will follow you faithfully unto death!" the sturdy fellow beside Lan Guang bawled in his blunt, hearty voice.

A chill ran through the feet of all present. That last sentence was a barefaced warning: if they dared break the rules, Lord Commander Yue would dare to punish them.

Su Nianjin had once believed that between Long Zeyan and Grandpa Gan there was more wariness than trust. Yet Grandpa Gan treated her as though she were his own flesh and blood.

She was angry at Long Yuheng now and needed to be coaxed—even though she had already forgotten what she was angry about.

Shao Yixuan saw all this clearly and could not help stroking his chin. This fight looked quite interesting.

Wu Yanjue slowly withdrew his hand and lifted his eyes to Feng Guqiao, who had dug in his heels in stubbornness. Within those ink-dark eyes, like a lake cracking open in winter, wisps of coldness seeped forth.

At the Sword Demon's words, Louis Ka's expression froze; he had not expected the Sword Demon to guess his thoughts.

He recalled how, a year ago, when she refused to take her medicine or drink her ginger broth, he had never forced her. Now times had changed; Wu Yanjue practically forced the medicine down her, personally supervising and urging her every day, never missing a single dose.

The same words came back in answer. Feng Guqiao wiped the tears from his face, twisted his head and body to one side, and shrank back into himself.

At the crucial moment, the Demonic Fire Luan-Phoenix clone under Li Wanwan's control proved willing after all to sacrifice itself and destroy the succubus clone.

The long serpent flicked its tongue, and countless serpent shadows abruptly surged upward, then, with astonishing momentum, came sweeping down over Terumi Mei and the others like a blanket from the sky.

"If you put it that way, there's some sense in it. But does this thing of yours really think that way?" Ao Hai was somewhat skeptical of Xu Chuan. When had this creature grown so wicked?

Bai Mo believed that in time, given Li Jinchen's capacity for self-study and comprehension, the autistic pretty boy would surely be trained into the dazzling celebrity the original work described—no different from anyone else.