Chapter 53

Suddenly, Wei Fei halted, a cold gleam flickering in his eyes as he gazed icily at a distant figure. So, that wretched man was still thinking of him, to the extent of dispatching an assassin to trail Wei Meng.

“This is unwise. None of us support this. Let’s watch from the sidelines and let the tigers fight; what if both sides end up wounded?” spoke a nobleman in the imperial court.

Within the fragments of the Ming Disk, countless supreme experts of the Ji Xu tribe, ancient mighty ones, released waves of electrical energy, their radiance spreading in all directions.

Huang Yifei and Li Yiren walked side by side, trailed by several followers—clearly the sort who enjoyed throwing their weight around.

“Ge’er.” The gentle call, tinged with indescribable affection, seemed to emanate from the depths of the soul, making Yun Poxiao tremble uncontrollably. She felt as if she had heard this voice countless times, and yet, as if she had never heard it at all—so strange and so familiar.

The footsteps on the stairs drew nearer, and finally, with the sound of beads parting, the Rainflower Fairy’s maid led the monk into the grand reception hall.

Beside them, Xin’er’s eyes also revealed a trace of pity, yet she only buried her head deeper in Wei Fei’s embrace.

Just thinking about the terrifying power of a frenzied dragon made Jacqueline shudder. Though she did not know what lay within the cave, disturbing a dragon and provoking such a furious roar was surely a sign of grave danger.

“You’re not going to ask me to move a mountain into the bracelet, are you?” Yun Poxiao couldn’t help but ask when she heard the mention of the outskirts.

When Rondo and Damon recognized who had arrived, they were seized with excitement, while Shuang Ying could not help but feel uneasy, his expression complex as he looked up.

As the colored stones multiplied, their formations in the sky began to shift, as if constructing a grand array.

Wu Yu, who followed Liu Zhishui, not only used voodoo dolls to harm others but also assisted Liu Zhishui with various other matters.

Everyone knows that in many stories, the world can comprise many worlds—for example, in tales of ascension, one rises from this world to another, or is transported to another world. It stands to reason that worlds are not pressed flush together.

Chen Zui was already quite satisfied. In an era where housing prices soared daily, wasn’t it extraordinary to have a room over fifty square meters? Moreover, this room could be entered and exited at will, with no worry of traffic jams or inclement weather; coming home was the matter of a single breath.

Upon hearing Hu Yuanxi’s words, Zhu Sha could not help but feel a rush of emotion.

“Haha, Captain Chen, I’m not late, am I? It’s only 9:15.” Liu Pengfei laughed heartily as he strode out of the grand doors of the Monarch Tower, his laughter echoing ahead of him.

Ten minutes later, the uncle and nephew returned to the car. Chen Xudong’s face was sullen—clearly, he hadn’t won. Chen Zui didn’t look particularly pleased either; they had fought to a draw.

Centered on the old jeep carrying the Black Sorcerers’ League, a faint ring of black smoke rose within a radius of ten meters, like an overturned bowl sheltering the group. They had set up protective wards around the car upon arrival, and now it finally served its purpose.

Descendants of the Chai clan, fleeing Zhao Song’s persecution, mostly concealed their identities, with many even changing their surnames. Only Chai Jin made no attempt to hide, recruiting heroes everywhere—his ambition was plain for all to see.

“That old ghost woman just took Nie Xing’s sister that way. We absolutely can’t go that way!” a parent said, pointing to the road Nie Wei and the ghost had taken.

He hoped that in the days to come, she would not go from fear to self-pity, and then to the oppression of inferiority.

Due to the comprehensive training facilities on the Giant Peak platform, only two kinds of people trained here: the top mecha warriors of Nine-Headed Bird, and raw recruits liable to cause trouble.

Yi got up, kissed He Yining on the cheek, and left the ICU with Li Yunze.

“We’re here.” While I was lost in my own imaginings, the car had already come to a halt—we had arrived at the headquarters of the Celestial Division.

“At present, both General Guan and General Zhang are missing. I suddenly feel powerless,” said Xu Shu, clenching his fists tightly, his eyes trembling.

Moreover, one would not push all responsibility onto the other, projecting endless hatred. This is not about refusing to forgive the other, but about refusing to forgive oneself.

Min Ru was genuinely baffled—what was it about Su Ying that made her unforgettable to him after all these years?

A few days ago, I saw Huang Shang and the others battered and bruised. I thought they must have been sparring with someone outside and paid no mind. Although they are my disciples, I do not indulge them; I hope they can venture out, experience more trials and tribulations.

Qin Hao concentrated his spiritual power in his eyes. Upon seeing the person opposite, he realized the sudden surge of power came at the cost of human lives.

“So you’re saying you don’t know exactly what Xu Feng intends to do? Does he have any concrete plans?” The interrogator looked at me and asked.

When Shen Sen saw Luo Zhenyuan’s grim expression, he frowned and shook his head, while Jing Chi waited with a faint smile to see what Luo Zhenyuan would say.

From the moment the alien plant fused with Yu Jing’s body, it became an independent entity, existing in a state of mutual symbiosis with its human host.

The two of us recalled our recent ordeal and felt a surge of fear, so we decided to go back and observe for another day.