Volume 1, Chapter 34: Receiving the Divorce Agreement on My Birthday

Gao Xia sighed softly.

Three years ago, when she rushed to the hospital, Ji Shu had already undergone the abortion surgery alone. She lay on the hospital bed, solitary and pale, devoid of any vitality.

Her supernatural abilities had been upgraded significantly, now effortlessly dispatching several zombies at a time.

This person was responsible for assisting Geng Silang in training the disciples at the dojo and occasionally shared tea with him, serving as a mentor.

Suddenly, she understood what the villainous leader wanted her to do, her face flushing with embarrassment.

At first, the blood gathered into the shape of a sword, but after the sword took form, it did not stop; instead, like a towering tree, numerous sharp thorns protruded outward.

Cheng Yingzu tightly furrowed his brows. In her clear eyes, he seemed to see a reflection of himself. Uncomfortable, he squinted, about to utter some heartless words, but her delicate fingertips gently pressed against his lips, silencing him.

In the northern desert stood a golden palace, triangular in shape—yes, a pyramid.

Although Chiba couldn’t confront Hesta directly to inquire about the truth, she came to Robin to feel out the situation. Yet, a label of “idealist” suddenly pinned on her by Robin aroused suspicion—what exactly had Jian and Robin said?

When first acquiring this skill, the blade’s attack range barely reached three meters, a distance just barely adequate.

The plan was to prepare a specific battlefield, allowing the battle to unfold according to strategy, thereby controlling the direction of power growth in real combat.

Only after killing the Silver-Robed Adjudicator did she feel her scalp tingle and her slender body tremble slightly.

At this point, there was no other choice. Gathering her strength, she stepped on the head of a black-clad man and broke through the encirclement.

Now, Zheng Zixin’s intentions were likely more than just the three million. Moreover, with the Zheng family’s influence, even if banished from Nanhai City, three million was hardly significant.

“Creak, creak”—the wooden door opened gently, and a tall, handsome man in his thirties stepped out.

Chang Le had been holding back, not interrupting, but worry for Li Yin was clearly visible on her face.

“Your dad is much stronger than mine; he’s still fighting to survive. My dad died on duty,” he said, avoiding the word “suicide,” for it pierced his heart with guilt.

She skipped all the intermediate steps, arriving directly at the ultimate pinnacle of humanity—one more step forward and she would become immortal.

At dusk, Zi Huang finally woke up, immediately searching for food. After sleeping all day, the breakfast was long gone, and no lunch had been eaten; of course, he was hungry.

As the meeting dispersed, Kyoto appeared unchanged on the surface, but those in the know were already aware of the subtle shifts and prepared to face the newcomer from the Dust-Whisker Group.

Upon entering the room, Xu Chuan did not lie down to rest but instead sat cross-legged, entering a state of cultivation.

“Be quick and efficient; don’t hold us back or ruin our grand plan!” Princess Qingque glanced at Du Nan, nodding in agreement. Her disdain and the intense murderous aura she exuded were not concealed in the slightest.

Only after the ninth ripple was released, forming a spherical protective shield about a mile above the surface, did the entire defensive system cease its release process.

Before the boiler, Ghost Valley’s Medical Immortal wore a face of frustration and anger. Everything had been carefully planned, but now it was exposed. Furious beyond measure, he was startled when footsteps sounded behind him.