Chapter 48

She mentioned this matter to Mother Wang, who agreed immediately and expressed her gratitude to Madam Liu.

This was the hope of countless people within the sect. With this item, their side could avoid countless casualties. If it were mass-produced, wouldn't everyone be able to carry one? If they couldn't defeat the enemy, they could just toss one over and enjoy the absolute thrill. There was no helping it; human daydreams were always wildly and blindly confident.

A intense crimson light billowed and churned within the bedroom, condensing into a mass and compressing until it was as thin as an eggshell membrane, scorching and unshakeable.

The current defender of the arena ring was the master of the Taihe Sect, hailing from Shandong. Having already won two consecutive matches, Yan Da'an felt that his martial arts were roughly on par with his own, so he stepped onto the stage to spar.

Of course, there was another method, which was indiscriminate attack—using sword intent to strike all copies of Yamada Keiko.

While the two were arguing, the starry expanse welcomed another collapse. Cracks appeared before them from time to time, and both of them repeatedly fell into those spatial rifts.

Taking advantage of Baitao's absence today, Bai Mingxuan dared to appear here so audaciously, and then cornered Hua Feichun with questioning. The look he gave Hua Feichun now was as if he were looking at ten thousand taels of silver, as if he were looking at the bright future of the Lingyun Sect.

Su Lian felt it was sheer absurdity, mere Jianghu gossip to be laughed off and forgotten. Turning his head to look in the direction of the West Peak once more, a sudden urge arose in his heart to go and take a look over there.

"So, Mr. Tazuna, shouldn't you explain clearly what is going on here?" Kakashi pulled out his *Make-Out Paradise* and started reading while questioning Tazuna, as if the series of events that had just transpired never happened at all.

Still, this was for the better, saving him from constantly nagging me about repaying debts every single day. It would be best if he never came back for the rest of his life; then the general's mansion would be entirely mine, and I could do whatever I pleased. No one here dared to order me around anyway, which was far more relaxing than being at the prince's estate.

The numerous strategists led by Mu Wujiu, along with the officials in crucial positions whom they had secretly contacted over the past few days and who would prove immensely useful, stood with their hands at their sides, silent as cicadas in winter, adopting an expression of mute incomprehension. No one wanted to be the first to respond to Duan Jinrong, even though they were now compelled to support him.

Before long, some guards reacted. They scrambled to dodge, but still could not escape the bamboo stalks that seemed to possess eyes. The person holding Yeyao hostage no longer had the luxury to care; he scrambled on his hands and knees toward the door, yet ultimately could not escape death.

"No, you've been sleeping the whole time. Big brother had it easy instead; without you making a mess, big brother could work in peace and quiet," Zhao Guodong brushed it off casually.

Located at the intersection of the Land of Earth and Water, the Land of Clouds, and the Land of Fire, this area was a barren wasteland. For a radius of about two hundred kilometers, no faction existed.

Compared to those whom one wished to see but could not, meeting someone as inconsequential as Cheng Jin was far more relaxing. It might be even better to simply listen to his words, close one's eyes, and rest for a while longer.

Those enemies seemed to be toying with Li Zhe. The moment his troops pursued them, a blazing fire would immediately ignite on the ground, followed by a series of explosions, leaving the pursuing soldiers with no choice but to watch the attackers escape.

Undoubtedly, judged by contemporary moral standards, such an act was unacceptable to the majority of people.

"I must say, you guys too—the match starts at nine, why wake up so early? Night-bro, are you confident?" Lin Ling said as she walked into the washroom.

The GN beam was blocked before it struck the Gundam. Viewed from a distance, it looked as though the Gundam was protected within a sphere of light. That was another application of high-density GN particles: clinging to the periphery of the Gundam, they could reduce both the potency of beam attacks and the damage from physical projectiles.

Damn it, what on earth—upon hearing that there was a video of his own bunny dance, he actually got as excited as a fish and started drooling again. Was he really that crazy that night?

The darkness was utterly still, and the voices from outside the alley gradually receded until they vanished. The alley seemed to form a world of its own, and a sense of tension involuntarily rose within the young man's heart.

In truth, his physique was now much shorter than before, and he was covered in genuine white monkey fur. With a slight disguise, he looked worlds apart from his original appearance. Unless one were exceptionally observant, it would be utterly impossible to discern any clues at a first glance.

When the opponent's strike missed, he turned around and fled immediately. How could Xing Shachen let him escape? He threw a punch toward the opponent's back, and a shockwave of swirling wind and fire intertwined blasted toward the man.

The Sword Tomb was divided into three tiers, shrouded in lingering mist with toxic miasma drifting out from time to time. One had to use inner vital energy to drive it away from the body and advance step by step.

The value of a single Blood-Nourishing Pill far exceeded Zhang Chao's one thousand milliliters of spiritual blood. Gou Yan still insisted on the trade, refusing to take it for free.

Your mistake was that you should not have possessed supernatural abilities, and you should not have joined the Supernatural Association. Do you know, girl, the Supernatural Association of today is no longer the association of the past?

Therefore, after emerging and seeing Xing Shachen locked in a stalemate with the two, he unhesitatingly fired an air bullet. It was a pity that Xing Shachen lacked his current perception back then; even though the attacker was only at the Seventh Stage of Ming-Lighting, Xing Shachen still could not sense from where he had ambushed him.

That smile was so brilliant it could almost melt an iceberg, yet anyone with a sharp eye could undoubtedly discern the terror he was struggling to mask beneath it.

Among the group, his background was the highest and his experience the broadest. He knew all too well what was about to happen, and agreeing to leave was precisely because of this. He was still far too young to calmly face death.

"Fine, fine, I was just playing around for fun. If I lose, I lose; at worst, I'll just eat instant noodles for the next few days," Zhao Liutian said with an indifferent shrug.

Pity the imperial physician had just rushed to the Ministry of Punishments to bandage the Left Censor-in-Chief when the eunuch dispatched to summon them to the palace arrived.

This was a vexing matter. Since he couldn't figure it out anyway, he would wait until everything was thoroughly investigated; pondering it now would only cause a headache.