Chapter 58

The atmosphere was thick with the scent of gunpowder, a fierce clash of sharp points against hard edges. Had Lin Qiyue not appeared right on cue, there was no telling how long the two would have continued glaring at each other.

Pan Yuyi was truly driven to her wits' end before coming to confront her face-to-face. She knew that questioning someone without any evidence was completely pointless, yet at the same time, she harbored a sliver of pathetic wishful thinking.

Two streams of blood gushed from the chest cavity before the body split apart, countless wounds finally surfacing. Nie Li withdrew his blade and glanced at Wen Xin behind him; that flash of cold light just moments ago had been Wen Xin's hidden weapon.

Ye Xilian jerked her head up, her lusterless eyes suddenly brightening, so much so that starlight could be seen glinting in the depths of them.

In the main hall of the principal residence, a black-and-white photo frame hung prominently. Beneath it stood an offering table, flanked by two master chairs. Seated in the chair on the right was an elderly woman.

Naturally, Zhou Zhihui had also heard about Jiang Yongrui giving up his status as heir to the Jiang family for the sake of Wen Lian, but she certainly did not believe that love had conquered all in their case.

Nor was she made of clay; this Mao Lili actually dared to make threats! This was simply showing utter disregard for the company.

A fire raged within my chest. Combined with the wound in my abdomen and excessive blood loss, I managed to crawl a few steps before I completely ran out of strength.

Zhao Qian's strength surpassed mine. I stepped onto his knee, leveraging his force to propel myself forward with all my might.

Now it was Xue Lin's turn to be shocked. Gu Yan, at the eighth rank of the Spiritual Master realm, had reduced a peak Spiritual Master to such a wretched and injured state with a single move, yet she claimed she hadn't reached her limit yet. Just how powerful was Gu Yan?

Because Zhao Qilin was an unfamiliar face, and his opponent wasn't particularly formidable, few paid him much attention as he smoothly cleared the trials.

Settling into the car, Cui Mulan drifted into a daze, murmuring mechanically as if questioning others or perhaps herself. Frowning, a deeply hidden pain flashing through her eyes, she started the engine and drove away from the villa.

The very instant the knocking sound rang out, a surge of heat instantly locked onto Yin Feng's wrist, a searing sensation spreading through his entire body in a flash.

It was precisely because they recognized their own shortcomings that the Chinese military launched the vigorous million-strong troop reduction, casting aside the human-wave tactics and shifting toward high technology and high caliber.

Ye Mingming was making coffee in the pantry when she abruptly heard a sinister voice and turned her head. Spotting Zhong Yanyuan, she picked up her mug and prepared to leave.

Having completed the master-disciple ceremony, Min Feiyang informed Duanmu Youning that his remaining days were numbered. He had thought he would take his peerless skills to the underworld with him, but fortunately, heaven favored him, sending the most suitable successor right to his doorstep.

Jia Jia deliberately emphasized the word "friend" in order to infuriate Wang Xiaojing.

Yet his previous remark was genuinely baffling: this wasn't his first time seeing Duanmu Youning? If so, when was the first time, and why did they meet?

"Hmph, fine, fine. I'm in a good mood today, so I won't lower myself to your level." Fang Zhenyu walked over to the dining table with a look of utter disdain and sat down. "Brother Feng, this pigeon soup is an absolute masterpiece. Come, have a taste." With that, Fang Zhenyu reached to ladle the soup.

"An all-powerful barrier array? If that really is the case, why can people still enter and leave the Beast Soul Canyon freely?" Ye Xiu asked with a puzzled look.

"Mr. Yun, I'd like to invite you to dinner tonight!" Seeing that Yun Hao had stopped speaking, Feng Qian'er's alluring eyes darted as she looked at him.

Despite Clatier's outwardly calm expression, internally he was already cursing up a storm.

At the lead were two dazzling youths. One of them wore a cyan robe with an exquisite treasured sword tucked at his waist, moving like a gust of wind, unpredictable and elusive.

"Venerable Gufeng, it has been many years. Have you been well?" Minghe spotted Venerable Gufeng after a brief glance and greeted him with a smile.

"Serves you right! Who told you to go hands-on?" Chu Yan and Zhao Shishi rebuked in unison with crisp cries.

"Look! That fraud is right over there!" Someone spotted Lan Jian, who was attempting to sneak away quietly. Instantly, the mob of reporters swarmed toward him like a tide, blocking his path not far from the rooftop entrance.

The dog-walking youth nodded, paying no heed to the spectacle in the sky, and whispered a few words into Haiyu's ear before his subordinates slowly began to withdraw.

It seemed this zombie must have harbored dreams of being an emperor in life. Now transformed into a formidable zombie, it still clung to that lifelong aspiration of ruling the world, with the dragon-shaped sculpture behind it serving as the symbol of its imperial majesty.

In the span of just three days, Ryan had gained an entirely new understanding and a much deeper comprehension of battle qi, magic, and combat techniques.

Through Sori's introduction, Ryan learned the ins and outs of the matter, feeling a lingering sense of emotional turbulence in his heart.

"Sister, how have you been these past few years? How are our parents? My child... my child, how are they doing?" Meng Yin looked at her expectantly, yearning for news of her child.

If the more than one hundred youths rescued this time all possessed pure constitutions and strong cultivation talents, then his plan to establish an academy would have to be expedited.

Yu Chengshuo smiled faintly. "Jiaohua has told me everything. I never imagined those shadow guards I gave you would be so unreliable, truly damned." By the end, the expression on his face hardened into a sneer.

Shi Hanxue pondered for a moment before speaking out, "Sister, when I went out today, I happened to encounter the Seventh Imperial Highness. His words carried more than a hint of ambiguity; he must have mistaken me for you. Hanxue wishes to ask whether sister and the Seventh Highness..." Sister would understand the unspoken rest of the sentence.

Seeing this, Chen Zhengxin realized that the Ninth Young Master actually knew this suspect's family, and he hurriedly spoke up.

The entry of an army of three hundred thousand into Yangguan City meant that the Abyss Ghost Clan and the Li Tang Dynasty would need multiple times that force to counter and obstruct the Immortal Qin Dynasty's advance into the Abyss Realm.