Chapter 73

But hearing that name from others’ mouths still shocked him deeply; his first instinct was to grab her and force her to reveal Max’s whereabouts, only then did he realize he was the lamb on the chopping block.

The lightness vanished from everyone’s faces; they straightened their spines, lifted their heads, and sat in perfect military posture.

You can’t guarantee everyone’s character, nor can you predict when or where dissatisfaction might strike.

Redhair quickly diverted Caesar’s attention, telling him a joke he’d just learned yesterday. In the backseat, Wu Jin was badly bullied, his breath soft and rapid, like a trembling cotton ball.

With the abilities she’d accumulated over the years, though she couldn’t reverse time on a large scale, returning to a recent past was still within her reach.

With so few of them, the Luan brothers, now shrewd, split off two to rush forward and seize Yi Yuanru’s bundle.

Huai Zhen shrugged. At least, before Peggy Fa, Xize had been relatively gentle with her; the entry experience wasn’t too bad.

Unlike her usual soft-spoken manner, her tone was now sharp, her expression cold.

“No, the truth matters, but it depends on what truth.” Chief Zhou spoke cryptically; the station’s senior officials were baffled.

“What’s to fear? If the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up.” Xue Zuan grinned at Mo Chen.

“Bang! Bang! Bang!” Fists met palms, legs clashed; both fought with all their might.

On the eastern dark-moon planet of the Federation’s border, Lin’s mother hurried into the tent; the number of severely wounded arriving from the battlefield had surged, leaving Lin’s mother and other medical staff overwhelmed.

On the fourteenth day of the preliminary round, Xia Zhi was ambushed by “Shadow Kill,” a top-ten contender more like an assassin, but he was killed in turn by the increasingly familiar Yu Shenbing he controlled.

Ye Qingyun pressed a spot on the wall; the ground beneath Zhao Qing and the other man opened, releasing an indescribable stench. Lu Xi stared with burning eyes—countless zombies inside groaned and clawed wildly.

Ge Wei hadn’t even had time to rejoice at the prospect of boarding the ship when she suddenly felt the ground shake violently behind her.

As a direct descendant of the Fujiwara clan, Fujiwara Yanci would never join soldiers in constructing fortifications.

And Lu Jinjing, the very subject of their conversation, now truly felt the sorrow of Yue Niang’s absence.

“Teachers Ke, Teacher Yuan, thank you for coming personally.” Lin Yun handed a teacup to the remaining middle-aged man, a rugged figure with a full beard—Teacher Yuan.

Judging from Xing Zi Yu’s use of the evasion technique, it was extremely refined; if he now tried to use Demon Shadow Evasion, it would be too late—he’d likely be attacked during the critical moment of casting, and his defense would collapse.

In this world, composing an original melody was hard enough; composing a beautiful one was even harder.

“Who are you? How dare you storm into my courtyard without permission?” The young man shouted as Bada Li and several brocade-clad guards barged in unannounced.

“Open the gate! Open it! We are the troops of Prince Pingxi!” Seeing the city gate shut, the front-line Wu soldiers shouted urgently.

Upon receiving Zhou Fengwu’s report, Li Guo fell silent; he no longer knew whether he should be angry. He tossed Zhou Fengwu’s memorial to the ground and slumped onto the dragon throne, staring blankly.

Di Chong’s heart stirred with excitement—he must be a mid-tier tri-elemental talent. He looked eagerly toward the chief, a man who appeared over sixty and a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

A Tianmen-level warrior spotted Lin Xiao and the others and spoke to some of his subordinates on the other side.

The black-armored soldier stared in disbelief at the horizon, his pupils gradually dilating, then collapsed heavily to the ground—until his last breath, he couldn’t understand how an arrow could fly dozens of li to kill him, no matter how he dodged.

“Who else wants to end up like him? I won’t mind putting in a little extra effort!” Gaia faced the crowd without fear.

At the southern end of the Jianghuai Plain, Lin Xuan had set up camp here and was now observing the Jin army via satellite; his troops were battle-ready, weapons positioned, ready to unleash a rain of projectiles the moment Lin Xuan gave the order.

Sang Nian gripped her cup tighter, tilted her head back, and swallowed a large gulp of tea to mask her lapse.

Li Zhichen, his gaunt frame carrying Xue Qingyun, sprinted swiftly, brushing past leaves toward the center. More than ten li away, a massive red figure leaped continuously, gradually closing the distance.

These past days, he had urged her several times to head south, away from the perilous Liangzhou city, but none of his pleas succeeded.

Lei Zhensheng gathered his qi into his palm, roared, and delivered three swift blows—“Boom! Boom! Boom!”—and Shangguan Yun absorbed all three with full force. Though Lei Zhensheng’s martial skill was low, he was still a third-rate fighter in the Jianghu; Shangguan Yun couldn’t withstand the impact—he spat blood, grievously wounded.

Seeing everyone fall silent, Mo Namuoduo abandoned his games of hide-and-seek and spoke directly to them.

This divine art was truly strange: the same heart method yielded different results each time it was practiced; no one knew how Yin Zhongtian had ever devised such an unusual martial art.

Xiao Jian was in agony—he never expected Shangguan Yun would actually jump down; he tried to stop him, but it was too late.

Seeing the target appear, he immediately started the vehicle and slammed the accelerator to the floor.