Chapter 109: Cheer Yourself On

This task required three people to stand on the stage and remember the sequence of flashing lights. Each person had to memorize their portion of the sequence and then, in the order of their positions, tap the crystals that lit up accordingly.

This segment did not test teamwork but rather individual memory skills. Fortunately, none of the three were pushovers, and they quickly completed the task.

A staff member from the production team smiled and said, "Three teachers, but there is only one ID card. Who needs it?"

At that moment, Yi Qingping was looking at me with an expression of disbelief, while the sect leader standing in front of him repeatedly scanned the entire battlefield.

Finally, a voice rang out from the war chariot. It sounded authoritative, yet at this moment, there was an inexplicable tremor beneath the surface, as if despite no such order having been given.

“Damn it, you’re ruthless!” Luo Miao cursed, no longer caring about the bravado he had boasted earlier. He spat toward Nangong Ling not far away and fled in disarray.

What shocked Void Spirit even more was that Chu Fengmian could perfectly harness the power of the Bloodshed Demon Sword. Such a sovereign weapon could only be freely wielded by a master of domination.

“Excellent, truly worthy of being chosen by both me and that old fellow,” the Lord of the Underworld said with a satisfied smile.

However, after some time studying them, Illidan found a way to counter these forces: by gradually penetrating with mental power to purge the Shadow energy the Lich King had infused and then retaking control. This method would achieve the desired effect.

“Then we can talk business. Since you’ve stayed under Yingchen City, do you know about the campaign against Chu? Was there a Zhou prince in Yingchen City?” Qin Meng asked Yuan Bai, eyes full of anticipation.

Hearing what Fu Shaomei said, coupled with her expression, Sun Zhaohua couldn’t help but smile wryly. She looked like she was about to face the execution ground.

That night back in Shandong, I found the only photo of my master in an old box at home. Looking at the photo of him, with the Blackwater Corpse Coffin behind him, all the experiences of these years flooded my mind like a tide.

“Huh? Have I suddenly become more handsome today? Have I mesmerized you this much?” Zhao Zixian, still basking in the success of his performance, reached out to wrap his arm around Lin Luodan’s waist.

After the group was ambushed from behind by ghosts, those at the front immediately shifted formation. But because the attack was so unexpected, everyone was a little shaken.

Xia Haoran was a cultivator who knew well about sword-flight, having experienced it many times alongside Xia Haoran himself. So, seeing this scene now was not surprising in the slightest.

Diana tugged at Li Chen’s sleeve. Beside her, David looked anxious. Judging by their expressions, the two were not coming to an agreement.

Without a word, Xia Haoran picked up his chopsticks and began eating. Yet, after a while of voraciously devouring his food, he realized the other party remained completely silent.

“Old master, thank you for your hard work!” The hall was lively and bustling. Not only did Qiu Yingle arrive, but Zou Huimin came along, bringing the Fulham Manor to life.

Hengbing Jewelry Co., Ltd., legal representative Xin Rui, chief designer Luo Yuwei, registered in Guangzhou with a capital of five million yuan.

Ye Ji felt a bit awkward—this was something he hadn’t anticipated. How could he have forgotten about the dorm supervisor?

It turned out they were discussing Mu Qingqing, who had recently entered the palace. Mu Qingqing had some skill; when first seen, she clearly did not want to stay in the palace. Yet in less than three days, she was promoted three ranks and now held the esteemed title of Mu Zhaoyi.

If this were truly the outcome, in most cases, nine times out of ten, people would angrily curse the director or screenwriter for such a ridiculous twist—after all, this was rather absurd.