Chapter 115: Multiple Publishers Prepare to Head North

The date was April 2nd, Friday.

Taipei.

Dusk fell, the sun sinking westward.

Zhao Guobin, just off work, drove home along the road.

Thinking tomorrow was Saturday and he could rest, he felt utterly relaxed, a smile on his lips, driving slowly and calmly down the street.

After driving several blocks, he suddenly noticed a long line of students waiting by the roadside.

Saying this, Xiao Tie raised both hands; the Nine Elephant Star Net let out a whoosh, flipped over, and landed in his right palm, then brimmed with golden radiance like hellfire filling the night.

Watching this, Shu Hao, a thousand zhang away, was frantic, his heart torn—should he go help or not?

"You've truly become 'Xianhou.'" He finished helplessly, then realized he'd spoken carelessly, stealing a glance at me.

The demonic cultivator was bound by a thin black chain, upon which strange spiritual energy flowed back and forth, restraining his movements.

In this pool, countless eyes glowed with cold green light, all raising their heads in unison like wooden stakes driven into the water—deeply chilling.

Jiang Ye had no more secrets from Lu Fei; previously, he hadn't spoken because Jiang Ye knew nothing, and revealing anything would've only brought unnecessary trouble. Now that Jiang Ye already knew some, there was no harm in telling him everything.

Watching Pan Yun and the others ascend, everyone gazed upward as they shot into the sky, until their figures vanished—only then did they leave. This sight had opened their eyes: others feared heavenly tribulations, but these men treated them like elixirs to boost their cultivation.

Maybe she'd just imagined it—how could she be the only one to see it? Ye Ying thought this, quickening her steps to catch up with the others.

You're a total idiot who doesn't even know what "love" is! Knowing Xuan Ye was safe, her heart finally eased. She didn't call Shunzhi, leaving Xianfu Palace alone—Tong Fei needed him by her side now.

Zhuo Yue suddenly stepped between the old man's line of sight and thrust a stream of primordial energy into his body.

Cai Tianlin was a wicked man who never considered the sins he'd committed at the Xuanyi Martial Arts Hall, nor remembered how he'd once treated Jing Rongguang. Now, all his hatred was fixed on the Xuanyi Martial Arts Hall, on Jing Rongguang and Luoyang.

The torture of time was unbearable; Fritz kept cursing, but it did no good. Half a minute later, suddenly a "thump" came from behind—like someone popping open a beer in a bar. Stimulated by the scent, the sergeant couldn't help swallowing hard.

"Thank you, Mom!" Sun Man finally changed her address, heart pounding with surprise and joy. She touched the ring her mother-in-law had given her; though it was undoubtedly the cheapest piece among all her jewelry, in Sun Man's heart, it was a priceless treasure—because it came from her mother-in-law.

Zhang Jun's blood qi churned violently, barely holding back a mouthful of blood. Furious—he had brought great shame upon the City Lord.

Germany and France, two ancient enemies, had slaughtered each other for a century, with millions of soldiers and civilians dead beneath each other's guns—could their civilians still coexist peacefully, even love each other?

Lin Feng calculated with a hand gesture, his face instantly darkening. In a flash, his figure vanished from the Green Lotus Immortal Mansion.

Zhao Bin was about to remove her shoes when another change occurred! The sharp toe of her shoe shot out a slender, one-and-a-half-foot-long spike, like a venomous snake's tongue, suddenly stabbing toward Zhao Bin's palm.