Chapter 32: A Spatial Catastrophe, The Hero Returns Once More

After the blinding white light faded, Niu Yichen found himself and Zhan Qingxue standing in a vast, white void. The space was completely empty, save for irregular fragments drifting beneath their feet like shattered glass, reflecting a dizzying light.

"What the hell? Are we in another world?" Niu Yichen couldn't help but mutter.

Chi Xiaoxiao hid behind the door, while the four bridesmaids inside the room were still debating where to hide the bride's shoes.

Unable to stand his smugness, Liang Feng lunged and clung to his back, causing Ke Zhenfei to shriek. Yu Chen, not wanting to be outdone, charged in as well, turning it into a pile-on.

The Nanchang Secret Service was the busiest of them all. Yet, even the Japanese knew deep down how many anti-Manchukuo and anti-Japanese elements had slipped out and been herded back; no one dared to say for sure.

The Shaolin Temple had been hunting the "Wine and Meat Monk," but because the monk had no fixed abode and possessed formidable strength, they had yet to capture him.

Xue Ru did not recognize Tang Shengzhi, but she had met Luo Zhuoying before and noted his absence from the room. Perhaps because she had become so famous over the past few days, everyone in the operations room kept their eyes on her.

Rulai, Taiyi, Yang Jian, and the other generals felt their strength surge within them. With expressions of ecstasy and awe, they looked at Qin Feng with fanatical devotion and bowed deeply before him.

As soon as Dai Zong returned to the battalion headquarters, he gathered the third and fourth companies, armed them with weapons and ammunition, abandoned all heavy baggage, and took only a backpack and one day’s worth of rations per man. Twenty minutes later, they left Chaoxian, marching at a forced pace toward Shijian. It wasn't far—the area was located in the Yinping Mountains, halfway between Chaoxian and Wuwei.

After the Seven-Star Sword was caught by Qin Qi’s left hand, Zhuge Jimo immediately brought his palm down toward the top of Qin Qi’s head.

He shook his head, refusing to overthink it. Now, all he had to do was follow what Qi Zhenyun had told him, and then... who knew? Maybe they really could win the championship.

"I'm alright, I'm not dead yet. Unlike you, who seem to be living quite comfortably," Shen Hongzhu said, eyeing Li Yu with curiosity.

Although this fall only cost the players on the city wall a dozen or so health points, the time it took to fall and scramble back up took several seconds—seconds enough for the wooden stakes to retreat several hundred meters.

As everyone continued to search, they actually found quite a few players in the corners of the mountains. But even after a thorough sweep, the competition continued. Everyone suddenly gained a new understanding of the rules: could it be that even if all the enemies were wiped out, they still had to wait for the timer to run out?

In the familiar courtyard, Shen Qingjun struggled to get down from the arms of her wet nurse, Mother Zhang. She stepped through the doorway into Mother Zhang’s bedroom, only to be surprised by the sound of an infant crying from Mother Zhang’s bed.

"My words carry no deeper meaning, so do not dwell on them. I only say this because my verdict today may mean we shall part ways; I speak not in the name of master and apprentice," Zhen Yuanzi said.

Liu Bo’s lips moved slightly. All he could see was that the computer screen and the camera directly in front of his eyes had also been smeared.

The tattooed man had not yet regained his senses, his teeth unconsciously gnawing on the blood-soaked piece of flesh—the foreign object that had trespassed into his mouth.

The two exchanged names and confirmed their identities, both realizing that the other was a "fellow traveler." Although neither was directly affiliated with the authorities, both had close ties to them.

Everything seemed calm for the moment, but Shao Yang knew clearly in his heart that this was merely a superficial peace. In reality, they had only temporarily evaded the crisis.

Inside the room of the Marquis of Chu at the Chu Estate, Zhu Chongba, covered in blood and wearing a cold expression, knelt respectfully before the Marquis, his face devoid of emotion.

"The title of Guardian is bestowed by the [Heavenly Official], so to initiate a challenge, one must possess a token from the [Heavenly Official]—this is it." Old Zhang handed the dagger to Old Di, and beneath the dagger lay a note.