Chapter 13071 — The Strongest No. 1 in This Tournament

Fortunately, those two straight wins had at least banked them some morale.

Otherwise, by now the whole lot of them would likely have been ready to simply throw in the towel.

There was simply no fighting it.

On paper, both sides were capped at thirty fused divine artifacts—but that was like comparing people to people: the gap behind the numbers is far wider than the gap between a man and a dog!

By any measure, the two sides were not even in the same weight class.

"The strongest No. 1 in this tournament!"

"No. 2—"

Chang Yuantu sat inside with a man beside him. The man was younger than Gao Guan and wore a jet-black windbreaker, though his hair was streaked with white. Aside from a somewhat haggard complexion, his eyes were like spots of lacquer, and his bearing was distinguished. When Tang Lichuan saw him, he was seated properly in his chair, still as a sculpture.

Meilin jerked her head up and stared at the principal's face. The two held each other's gaze for over a minute; then Meilin looked away.

This goal might well be the reward for his tireless, never-say-die spirit throughout the match.

Before Xia Lan could say anything more, An Yifeng had already shot a look at the attendant holding her beside him.

The thought that the weapon he had spent a thousand years of painstaking effort creating was now being used against him made him gnash his teeth in hatred.

Hearing this, the two elders were caught between laughter and tears. What did he mean, "probably fairly important"? Important was important, unimportant was unimportant—was that so hard to tell?

Yan Huai was so forthright that the Empress Dowager found it hard to say much more. Besides, she knew a thing or two about how the Empress had restrained Yan Che over the years and obstructed court affairs, and she did not care for it in her heart either. So the Empress Dowager said no more and turned her mind to the chessboard.

At that moment, Coach Gao Bobo on the sidelines kept shaking his head—whether out of displeasure at his own player's performance just now, or at Gu De's shooting, it was hard to say.

Qianqing Xi was probably starving; gazing at the stacks of exquisite dishes, her eyes fairly sparkled.

"The war of witches and demons was overseen entirely by Yingzhao!" When these immortal golden immortals recalled this sentence, their expressions had already changed—if the war of witches and demons was overseen entirely by Yingzhao, then what was to become of Jimeng?

"I'm saying you're a decent person, because you're the first whose inner words and spoken words match perfectly. Even my father has other thoughts in his mind when he talks to me, but you don't. It seems your character is truly upright." Qu Rui explained with a smile.

Temporarily boasting eleven points of agility, Vitruvius decisively spun around, became a streak of blood, and pounced before Blondie; then he scooped her up and fled once more.

"Please rest assured, we have made proper arrangements. In a moment, staff will assign everyone new rooms." Du Jiaxiang took the microphone at just the right moment.

The old man in the white robe nodded with a smile, stepped forward a few paces to the side of the bed, and sat down cross-legged.

As for dispensing the medicine, it was checked and rechecked, subjected to multiple rounds of inspection, and guarded by several people before it was finally handed to the patient.

After several more days of travel with the caravan, they finally reached the Divine Capital safely. Seen from afar, the massive city gate glittered in the sunlight, its grandeur unmistakable.

"Good!" No sooner had Lin Yixi said this than she hurried away, rushing out eagerly for fear that Xiao Yixuan might try something else.

He turned, took a tissue, and wiped the fingers that had just touched Lin Yixi's chin. After wiping them clean, he tossed the tissue to the ground without hesitation, disgust still in his eyes. He stood up and waved his hand.

After a brief moment of silence, Sun Wukong immediately set off at a brisk pace, leaving the dwelling and heading straight for the Black Water River region. He now needed to find Su Heng and his sister in the shortest possible time, lest they be caught by demonic beasts.

Akale, stricken by the Five-Colored Mixed Poison, seized Vitruvius by the wrist. It felt as though an iron pincer had clamped around him—his strength, as high as ten points, was utterly useless against it.