Chapter 539

Neither the real-time monitoring equipment nor the warning system on the Valkyrie had issued any tsunami alert beforehand; in fact, everything still appeared normal until seconds before they were engulfed by the wave!

Gazing at the expedition team captain, his brow bulging with veins, eyes bloodshot with rage, the Tech-Priest was stunned, muttering incessantly: “Impossible, this is impossible… Great Omnissiah, the Machine-God, what is happening?!”

Otherwise, why would Ou Ya Jiu have stressed so forcefully before the assembly that his Sword Mountain Villa would never involve itself in the feuds of the martial world?

Later, Bureau Chief received a telegram from Li Mingyang, informing him that they had found Miyazawa’s son, Saitaro; however, the Japanese army was currently conducting a full-scale manhunt for Saitaro, and due to his premature birth and frail health, he needed to recuperate in Hong Kong and could not endure long journeys.

Most present drew a sharp breath—his strength certainly surpassed most strong cultivators; only a handful could match him, for lightning was not something anyone dared to intercept.

In ancient times, only Honghuang existed, not the Three Realms; Honghuang had only two realms: Heaven and Earth. At that time, yin souls wandered among mortals, and ghosts, gods, demons, and humans cohabited, so the spirits of warriors slain in battle had nowhere to go and often wreaked havoc upon Honghuang.

Here, Cui Zhi’s soft, sweet voice suddenly rose, and her whole body began to tremble—she must have recalled the scene she had witnessed.

Although taking her out for fun was meant to be a surprise, the fact that this surprise hit the mark made Xiao Mingxiu feel pleasantly satisfied.

Li Jian went straight to the point, with no wasted words, not even a single polite greeting.

“Kneel aside. Bring Wang Tianyou before the court.” Pu Yangze waved his hand; Long Lin received the order and turned to leave the main hall.

The dozen or so Qingcheng disciples at the front were instantly cut in half at the waist, blood spraying everywhere; the vacuum blade’s momentum persisted, wounding several more before finally dissipating.

“Boss, I thought you were worried about being recognized by the Japanese, so you sent me and Nezha to pull the circuit breaker—but who knew you went straight for the tiger’s ass?” Ah Hui chuckled.

Early the next morning, Bu An was sound asleep when Hua Yihan burst in, pale and alarmed, reporting that last night, a member of the Bu clan had publicly blocked the street to cry injustice, alarming both the Fan Tai and Nie Tai.

On one hand, he failed to display the elegance and humility of a wealthy young master; on the other, he revealed this young master’s character.

While frantically answering questions, he hadn’t felt hungry at all—perhaps due to the tension and excitement—but now that he had relaxed, his stomach immediately began to rumble.

After officially becoming a couple, their feelings rapidly deepened; combined with working together, they had been inseparable these past few days. Had they not yet broken through that final barrier, they might already have moved in together.

The nine-day countryside ghost-hunting trip was hardly different from sending opera troupes to the villages: by day they traveled and inquired about business; by night they were fed and housed by their hosts, then set up stages to hunt ghosts.

All in the room, including Zheng Yun, turned their gazes toward Dao Ling, who swept his eyes across those present.

In other words, constantly learning new melodies from Bu An, as the only musician in this world who mastered the twelve-tone equal temperament, Qing Shan’s cultivation speed over these months far surpassed what could be achieved even in the sacred lands of Lingshan.

Seeing this strange phenomenon, the crew members grew even more convinced that these people were all immortals, and another wave fell to their knees.

Never before had anyone seen such a shameless person—yet you didn’t mention that your strength and stamina increased by two points?

Sweat dripped steadily from his forehead, but Jin Kui was oblivious, her nerves unnaturally tense—if she could kill Xuan Wang in one blow, she would never again need to wander to the ends of the earth.

They had repeatedly tolerated and indulged Yin Shiqing, that wild wolf, allowing this power-hungry man with wolfish ambitions to climb higher and higher, inch by inch, seizing authority.