Chapter 539: People Only Go to Great Lengths When They

What...

Is the most despairing way to die in this world?

Jiang Nian has something to say.

Now he's really been mistaken for a Japanese soldier—dragging someone's daughter out in the dead of night and caught red-handed.

Here, he sweated profusely.

Li Qingrong, however, remained remarkably calm—or rather, indifferent—as if mentioning a relative, but certainly not her mother.

She stood there, yet her gaze did not turn toward that direction.

The woman stepped out from the shadows.

At that moment, a cold voice suddenly came from afar, but by the time it reached its final words, it was already right before them—its speed was terrifying.

Before the white thunder-flame could fully coalesce, Xuan Yun's flying sword treasure had already flashed into the clouds.

Before this, they had never believed music could stir them so fiercely.

Take these days' hunting: Bai Sen targeted only those below the Fifth Stage, and every time he acted, he calculated precisely, unleashed his full strength, even invoked the Demon Lord's Descent—yet even so, he narrowly escaped death multiple times, almost leaving his life there.

At this point, each of these alchemy manuals required only a few thousand experience points to fully master.

"Willing to guard the tomb? But wasn't he sealed by the Demon Emperor's own hands?" some asked in confusion—how did this differ from the rumors?

Then each member began finding their battle positions; according to plan, Ji Yu would give the order only when the target approached within five hundred meters—and given the target's speed, five hundred meters meant at most thirty seconds—so just as everyone took their places, a massive armored figure appeared in their line of sight.

There, in the sky, a handsome man clad in a dark ancient-style robe slowly descended from the void.

Afterwards, they looked at Bai Sen with strange eyes: "Captain, why didn't you use it? Isn't this stuff rare? Did you give all of it to us?" Li Mingshan said, his eyes clearly filled with worry, yet tinged with a hint of emotion.

Two Fire Bamboo Swordsmen couldn't dodge in time; two giant vines struck them square in the face, instantly dissolving them into countless red light particles.

Due to her fatigue, she had bathed, changed, and gone to bed early, but tossed and turned unable to sleep, so she got up and put on her robe.

"Boss, I heard you're leaving our martial arts club?" a brother couldn't help asking.

Shocked exclamations rose one after another; everyone stared wide-eyed, mouths agape, waiting to see how the manager would react.

Someone agreed, pulled out a black garment as thin as a cicada's wing, quickly dressed Ling Ru in it, then dragged her onto the toilet.

"Comrade Li seems to have been away from the Li family for many years—where have you cultivated these past years?" the Grand Elder did not directly answer his question, but asked casually instead.

Even without this piece, Schumann could be certain Zhang Donglai was a member of the Punisher Organization.

Suddenly, a voice came from behind, abruptly cutting off her half-spoken words. Lin Luxiao's previously natural and harmonious tone now crashed down like a bolt from a clear sky, instantly splitting the room's atmosphere into an eerie, gloomy silence.

Those around them stared in awe at this scene; unlike the three fallen Fifth Stage Peak experts moments earlier, they had seen the full form of the pig—and the figure riding atop it.

Wei Ze smiled awkwardly; Xie Lingbai did not press him to reveal the truth—if he couldn't say it, he'd just ask another question.

Xue Shisan, seeing this, quietly exhaled in relief, knowing his master was not in mortal danger.

Li Hong immediately recognized the clothes on Shen Qing as Gu's—he wasn't surprised, because Tian Yi had already told him this morning, and he'd already been shocked then.