Chapter 979

When too many coincidences happen together, it’s no longer coincidence!

Chen Wenbin had just caused trouble in Yanjing, dragging a group of people down with him into ruin.

Less than a day later, the Chen family of Penang, Malaysia, also suffered misfortune—so much so that they were utterly destroyed.

These two events were either too coincidental, or the family Chen Wenbin had provoked had the power to strike from inland all the way to Penang, Malaysia!

Ye Nian knew he had crossed his father’s line today; since Xiao Siyu was still present, he didn’t dare say more, only nodded.

Unable to draw his sword, he leapt up and swung a punch at Lin Zhu, who deflected each strike effortlessly; his attacks grew increasingly vicious, leaving all defenses wide open, seeking only mutual destruction.

But if Yu Hua Du killed people at the Wang family’s company wearing that face, wouldn’t that be too strange?

He opened it, saw the red annotations, and froze; only after flipping through the entire thick stack of memorials did a smile finally appear on his face.

Jiang Qingning returned to her room and immediately sent for a physician; she personally fed the child medicine, slipping in a fever-reducing pill bought from the system mall—moments later, the child fell into a deep sleep.

After years of relentless training to master this ability, she was told she could not use it freely—her life, like those corpses, was controlled by her elders.

Tangtang thought for a moment and decided not to disturb them; she left a crooked note drawn with crayon saying she’d gone out to play, then clattered off to the elevator with her pink access card.

The “Golden Cat’s Eye” had some injuries, but few; he had been captured at Changning Palace just days ago, and before much torture was applied, he confessed and accused the Emperor of consuming demonic medicine.

Yun Qingyan’s eyes flickered slightly; she turned to look at Dongfang Ming—their gazes met, both revealing a trace of doubt.

Looking at the mechanical arm before him, Chen Fan’s mind was flooded with confusion; he opened his mouth but didn’t know where to begin.

Shen Tianjun pierced Lieyan Yehua’s chest with a single spear thrust—this was his first time using Shen Pan’s Spear to kill, and he sanctified it with the blood of the Grand Master of the Great Sun Holy Church.

He had exhausted himself treating Murong Qing’s illness without seeking anything in return—how had he become an ungrateful wretch?

“In a place like this, friend, why bother with my name? Call me Yuan!” the spirit replied.

For years, Jiangnan had been a fool, always dressed in tattered, filthy clothes—he had never looked like this before.

After catching the ball, Mu Chunteng clutched it tightly to his chest, fearing Yan Daoge might suddenly appear and snatch it away with a slap.

The remaining members of the Water Association heard that word and were instantly plunged into utter despair; they turned frantically to Tie Xinlan for help.

Doesn’t this mean others’ attacks have no effect—and instead only strengthen his own damage?

The newcomer was none other than the Marquis of Yanwu, accompanied by several attendants; he walked straight over and bowed to Mu Yiren.

Just then, a gust of wind swept outside, and a dark figure with disheveled hair suddenly burst in, delivering a punch straight at Xiao Hanyi’s back.

Soon after, vast torrents of spiritual energy surged through heaven and earth; the overwhelming aura nearly shattered Gu Yun’s spirit.

Didn’t the night watchman say anyone could live here if it was unclaimed? The first and second floors are lit, but the third and fourth are dark.

He had clearly noticed the subtle shift in Ye Tong’s expression, and he trusted Wangyue Jiu and the White Tiger would never enter the Spirit Herb Garden protected by forbidden seals.

At this moment, Shen Moyun and the others had just rounded the Ronghui Hall when Shen Ling’s wailing cries already echoed from the garden ahead.

There was a wound on his lower left abdomen—clearly not new; the healed scar had been torn open again, leaving traces of fresh cracks.