Chapter 89

"Holy shit!"

"No way!"

"What the hell is going on here?"

The onlookers were awestruck, feeling their understanding of reality had been shattered.

"Because he wore a white crane mask, the red-crowned crane mistook him for one of its own?"

"Maybe... Haven’t there been all kinds of videos online of ducks treating humans as mothers, dogs treating cats as their pups? Most animals aren’t very smart."

"That took a long time, but this—"

Hu Yan: "By the way, didn’t you also tell them the solution? What were you thinking back then?"

Seeing the energy column on the left side of the gate surpass the height achieved by Shui Rutian in his prime, the family head’s faction laughed heartily, as if finally expelling all their pent-up bitterness—their laughter rang especially loud.

After listening to the older man finish speaking, the young man seated across from him chuckled softly, as if the entire Hongmen’s campaign against his family was merely something to mention casually at home.

Xia Qing: "So this must be the place I’ve been looking for. Brothers, could you help me?"

Soaked to the skin, heart still pounding with lingering dread. She hadn’t had a nightmare in a long time—what was wrong tonight? The faces of those she knew flashed before her eyes. Why did they all end up covered in crimson blood? Her heartbeat refused to settle; she couldn’t stop trembling.

Though the sand was warm, autumn had already arrived; walking barefoot on it in the morning felt pleasant, like a sand therapy.

Qin Wuyan had also used many skill enhancements and understood the unique changes such enhancements brought.

Could she believe it? She had waited too long to hear those words—so long she’d given up. Xue Yihuai loved her; yet even now, his words felt unreal to her.

After all, this Snow Sprite fights through a special magnetic field; the elite monster likely shares the same unique property of attraction during battle.

He thought this, and without hesitation, rapidly condensed the starlight and stellar source energy within his palms.

Zhang Yiming paused, having detected no enemies nearby—but considering his extreme fatigue had dulled his perception, and given that his opponent was a master, it was understandable he hadn’t noticed.

Li Qifeng’s strength had genuinely surprised him; every time he thought Li Qifeng was utterly out of breath, the man still managed to counterattack.

This shouldn’t have happened. He had secretly arranged this assassination plot; only those carrying out the mission, Lan Ni, and Brand knew about it—could someone have leaked the information?

A young man wearing a sable coat, with a strikingly handsome bearing, appeared in Li Qifeng’s line of sight.

Qiu Feng sharply pulled his hands back, spread his arms wide in a great roc’s flight pose, and lay on the ground in an embracing posture.

Zhang Yiming mentioned the hidden assassins of Korea, which suddenly reminded him of Korea’s special unit—the Ghost Butterfly Unit—a mercenary force.

Chen Feng’s decision to take Lin Chaoxing as his disciple meant treating him as a representative of the Tian Di Hui. Though he hadn’t consulted Zheng Nanjin, their thoughts had aligned perfectly—this was both coincidence and the convergence of like minds.

After waiting a while, the Liuli Tower gradually stabilized, but Xia Liu still hadn’t seen the complete method of the Mie Tian Jue.

Ruan Qiao lifted her gaze, about to speak, when suddenly a force tugged at her chin, forcing her head upward.

From the outside, the sanatorium looked grand and mysterious—but once inside, she realized it wasn’t a sanatorium at all; it was a full-blown park resort.

He had assumed the sky was his advantage, but the three opponents could fly too, so Yang Xiao chose to land on the ground—carrying Yang Xin and Yang Yuqiong nonstop wasn’t sustainable.