Chapter 41 Successful Clearance

The man's bulky frame crashed heavily to the ground, his eyes wide open as he glared with utter disbelief at the woman.
This was a woman who, in ordinary times, wouldn't even dare to kill a chicken, yet she had just slashed his neck with a knife!
Jiang Yao and her group were utterly stunned by this sudden turn of events!
"S-She, s-she..." Ji Yuanyuan's tongue was so tangled she could barely speak. "She just killed her husband!"
With his carotid artery severed and losing that much blood, there was definitely no saving him!
Duan Yiren frowned. "That's not even her..."
The elderly let out deep sighs, evidently having witnessed such scenes before.
This could hardly be called vindictive retaliation, yet against those who sought to harm him, he would never let them off easy.
By dusk, the cultivators had gradually dispersed. With the exit of the mystic realm now open, they dragged their weary bodies out one after another.
Mu Lan sighed, wondering: if even the ultrasound machine at the Lanyang Daoist Temple failed to detect his ancient pet fetus, how could the poorly staffed Lan Third High School possibly identify or believe that he was carrying an ancient pet's seed?
If Qingyuan chose to stand up for her, she would naturally take her to the kitchen and have the cooks prepare a fresh basket of steamed buns for her. If Qingyuan was unwilling to stick up for her, she would simply have to obediently return by herself.
Without pausing to rest or wash up, Changji embraced me and pulled me onto the couch. Without removing his outer robes, shoes, or socks, the moment he touched the bed, he fell fast asleep.
"Mr. An, have you given it any further thought?" Chu Xinghan probed cautiously. It was rare to see Commander Chu lose his composure, and An Bailichen found it somewhat amusing.
"You know he fell off the cross-sea bridge. The car didn't go down vertically with the hood piercing the water; instead, it slammed flat onto the sea surface, just as if it had crashed straight into a concrete floor."
Yin Nuo's move was immensely powerful. A massive, tangible blade shadow slammed heavily down onto the head of Qi the Mute before dissipating into nothingness. Panting heavily, Yin Nuo let his arms drop powerlessly by his sides, swallowed hard, and gazed with exhaustion at Qi the Mute, who stood five zhang away.
"Don't move!" Hong Xiang brushed Yin Nuo's hand aside. His tone carried no discernible emotion, spoken softly as if merely stating a fact.
"I wonder if forming my core this time will trigger a heavenly tribulation..." Walking through the woodland, Wang Xuesong suddenly muttered to himself.
Knowing he didn't have much time left to live, Zhang Jiao used himself as bait to buy a chance of survival for the others.
The vast majority of the opportunities prepared by the Jade Emperor for Nezha went unused. One could only say that under the great kalpa of heaven and earth, accidents lurked everywhere, beyond the control of even gods and Buddhas.
Even if Jia Lian and Wang Xifeng were willing to let people go, Mammy Li's situation was different from Li Zhao's; she actually required hard cash, but where could Li Zhao possibly get that much money at present?
Lost in thought, he couldn't help stealing another glance, only to find the immortal master also looking over with a gentle smile. Startled, he instantly lowered his head, yet his heart grew all the more curious.
Seeing this, the old man no longer hesitated. First, he used palpitation to confirm that the wound on the young doctor's chest indeed matched the characteristics of "unrelenting arterial bleeding."
It is precisely by relying on these mounted archers that we can maintain basic order in Yangcheng and its surrounding areas, providing an alternative choice for those who are unwilling to rise up and rebel alongside the Yellow Turban bandits.
Li Zhao glanced at the boatman, thinking that he also served as a bodyguard, likely afraid that these people harbored ulterior motives and might upset Lin Daiyu. Even if nothing went wrong, disturbing Miss Lin would still be improper.
"Father, why do you always buy candied haws for me and older sister, but never for older brothers and the others?" Sheng Ningxin asked curiously, munching on a candied haw while gazing up at her father.
As the cavalry troop drew closer, a man in his twenties, about one hundred and eighty centimeters tall with a medium build and a gloomy expression, let out a sharp roar.
Si Wujie had long since heard that the original Third Dimension possessed extraordinary treasures, but as a man of the older generation, he thoroughly disliked accepting new things.