Chapter 577: Shadow of the Dark Crow!

But they had no idea when these vehicles had arrived, nor where the people inside had searched yet.

At this speed of 126 yards per hour, Hou Cun behind reacted a fraction too late and crashed with a loud clang into the wall of the unfinished building.

The two men blowing up the car below heard the familiar sound and froze, instinctively glancing around.

After a series of faint cracking sounds, eighty-one tiny flower buds, each no larger than a grain of rice, sprouted on the bodhi tree’s canopy.

Seeing Sun Da flying farther and farther away, Niu Wang and the other six were deeply confused—they had all assumed Sun Da would kill them, that this time escape was impossible, yet the outcome was nothing like they expected.

The path back to the entrance was blocked by the Chinese Fireball Dragon, but Tang Ning didn’t care—he walked toward the spectator seats with the golden egg.

I once suffered from a terminal illness and had little time left; these people favored princes with imperial potential out of self-interest, which was understandable. Now that I am fully recovered and have reclaimed power, free from any lingering illness, surely those who understand the times will recognize true talent—why not give them another chance to win back my favor?

Just as the two had agreed on the matter, a crimson figure appeared in their line of sight.

In truth, graduation was merely the start of a new chapter, yet I gradually became the very person I once despised—labeled a “failure,” a “homebound patient,” and more.

As dawn broke, Ling Gongyang, temporarily lodged at the Northern Ming Honglu Temple, practiced Hui Wu early in the courtyard, as if only destruction could vent the hatred in his heart.

“Master Chen, may I ask—is it possible for a dog to get lost?” Madam Jia, instead of focusing on her assignment, had far too much idle curiosity.

“Forget it, let’s just line up. Since I can’t ride it, I’ll just pretend I’m here to keep you company…” Jian Jie said casually, yet his bright eyes betrayed a greedy hunger for the thrill of the giant swing.

But it ignored its bulky body—its three claws had barely left the ground when it crashed heavily to the floor, landing on its rear and nearly splitting in two.

“Hahaha! Prince, you came seeking me, yet pretend not to know—so my answer is equally deliberate nonsense. We’re fifty steps from a hundred; scolding me is just scolding yourself!” Chen Che raised his voice, unleashing his rhetorical skill, leaving the warriors unsure whether to laugh or stay silent.

The Fang family’s villa stood at the end of a winding road, flanked by neatly trimmed greenery and rare flowers.

Pang Tong said coldly: “A wise ruler governs, and the people flourish. Seeing Jingzhou’s people well-fed and its goods abundant—this is true prosperity. Why hide it, my lord?” He had correctly gauged Liu Biao’s ambition to become emperor.

Cheng Zhi beat Xu Jiangzhi even more furiously. Xu Jiangzhi hugged her head and said nothing—she had long grown accustomed to Cheng Zhi’s brutality.

Charlotte raised the Chrono Codex in his hand, hesitated a moment, then decided not to tell Ilya about meeting the other her.

Yuan Bing’s eyes widened instantly—now, even he could not walk so easily onto the third-level stone platform.

The youth sidestepped the kick, then swung his micro-submachine gun hard into Meng Song’s face.

Chen Tian and Jiuzhen were merely two individuals Chen happened to meet by chance along the outer reaches of the Zu River; he never expected such an experience. If the protagonist were Jiuzhen, it would be fine—he was already at the Jade Bone Realm.

“I understand Your Majesty’s intentions,” Xue Xue nodded, inadvertently revealing the genuine affection between them.

“Yueying,” the Regent interrupted the Regent’s Consort’s childishness with a gentle tone. Yin Yueying immediately nodded obediently and returned quietly to the Regent’s side.

Moreover, think of how I suffered the Prince’s reprimands, the Heir’s mockery, and ultimately became estranged from the Prince—indirectly causing my father’s ruin.

Ding Yu asked Lin Yin: “Lin brother, how was my sword technique just now?” He referred to the upward sword strike.

Yang Jinxin listened, replied with a flat “fine,” then turned and walked upstairs.

Fan Zhan seized the throne and had barely enjoyed his elevated status for long—how could he accept defeat? He immediately issued orders nationwide, assembling troops at the capital’s borders to prepare for resistance.

With nothing left to hold him in Tongguan, Lin Yin grieved for half a day, then rode off alone. In the dead of winter, beyond the pass lay desolation—everything in sight was barren, and Lin Yin, lost, had no idea where to go.

Following the sound, he saw a young man, strikingly similar to Star Ye, kneeling before a stone pedestal, holding a golden hoop above his head—as if ready to put it on at any moment.

Xia Nan was not the lead in the Red Sea, but played a crucial role—her pursuit of William Parsen was the thread that drove the latter half of the story.

Upon hearing this, the generals dared not linger—they thanked the Emperor once more and withdrew from the palace.

After flipping through them, he chose only the Yunbo Jue as satisfactory. Mo Zhuoyu regretted it—he should have visited the library before returning to pick out a few spells; the Lu Shan Sect’s foundations were still too weak.

In the main room, Ye Fang sat on the kang, his face dark with displeasure. He slapped his thigh silently, but his mind was already turning over thoughts.

The pills were translated using the language of the insect race—they too required something akin to pills for cultivation.

Hearing the warning, Yu Wan’s lips curled upward, a sly smile glinting in her dark eyes.

“Starstone?” Lan Ziyi murmured. She immediately understood—this was what Zeus and the others called it. In her world, it was known as the Fruit of Longevity.

Looking at the tavern’s name, Zhou Yi nodded—no wonder it was the number one chain tavern across all realms; it was everywhere.

Facing Qin Sen’s teasing, Yu Chao awkwardly rubbed his nose, feigned a loud laugh, and changed the subject.

The once bustling chat channel, like a pot of boiling water doused with cold water, instantly cooled into an unusual silence.

Watching the once-skeptical fools tremble before him, Bibi Dong smiled with satisfaction.

The surrounding Title-Douluo stared in surprise at the young man, but the Jinyu Douluo and other Title-Douluo of the Wu Hun Sect showed no astonishment.

The old man before him seemed aware of his dire situation—he gritted his teeth, and the dagger trembled in place, slashing eight times in rapid succession. Layers of air collapsed, waves of emerald phosphorescent flames surged forth, coiling into a roaring dragon radiating a thick stench of decay, clinging tightly to the blade’s edge before slashing out—emerald, icy, and deadly.