Chapter 293

Dang—

In the instant the sharp dagger stabbed toward the page boy.

A strange white streak interrupted it midair.

At the moment it clanged against metal, it was utterly knocked away.

Zhai Xing also looked at the page boy with keen interest.

At that moment, the fellow wearing a question-mark hat suddenly materialized a green dragon halberd taller than a man.

Yet such a long-handled weapon should be immensely heavy.

But it danced effortlessly in the page boy’s hands.

A faint purple glow streaked across the distant sky, then vanished at the opposite horizon.

“Hmm… alright, I’m sorry for worrying you. Don’t be angry anymore.” Ren Pin Di continued climbing upward.

There was nothing Li Jia could do against He Cuihua—she couldn’t beat her in a fight, couldn’t outtalk her, and was always on the losing end.

Though Yong Yi lost to Lian Lian, Lian Lian’s barrage of comments inflicted no real harm—merely minor damage like torn clothing. Instead, Lian Lian exhausted herself trying every trick to defeat Yong Yi, collapsing on the ground, panting.

As Old Tang mocked, the side dominating the sky battle was not the natural disaster faction.

Zhongnanhai is filled with leaders—retired and active alike—and most of them live here. Aside from a very few, nearly all of them love flowers, plants, and such. Thus, this place has no shortage of penjing.

This indicates his meridians are far from saturated. With sufficient pure spiritual energy, he might break through immediately—even achieving the Spirit Link Realm is not entirely impossible.

In a few strides, Hu Qingshan grabbed the fellow, yanked him over, yanked his hair backward, and revealed a gray, pudgy face.

Wang Hong had already maximized the great array’s defensive power and dismantled its illusions to channel more spiritual energy into sustaining the array. When Zhang Tian Song saw the demon lord rage like a madman, he knew disaster was near. Ignoring the need to resolve the pill’s effects, he immediately entered the array’s core to join forces in suppression.

Feng Lin clasped his hands together, though inwardly he was laughing heartily—Yang Zhen might truly end up with Zhu Qin.

Feng Lin and Su Cuo’s memories on the other side could be erased—they were unwanted anyway.

“I’ve had enough of Han Zanglong and Hong Wanjun. They must learn who the strongest family truly is,” said the fake Gu Wang Jin.

Yu Xu had been listening silently beside him. Now that he heard his name, his expression clearly changed.

“You dare look down on our Luo Society?!” Pi Ge Luo strained forward, slamming his fist onto the coffee table, making the glass rattle violently.

“It’s fake—Hao Tian’s illusion. The real Bi You is already dead,” said Wu Gang.

The Fa Shuai Army is full of people who put on a show—chief among them are Fat Bear and Chen Lian Bao. When they perform, they’re utterly convincing, brimming with confidence. Anyone unaware of their true nature would be completely fooled.

If the Qing Fire Society ever splits with them over something like “unequal division of spoils,” the one who’ll suffer is Han Dazhi.

But these nations need only gather around a powerful enough German force to pose a serious threat to the Soviet Union.

After tossing Luo Yu into his own world, Feng Lin pulled Zi Qing forward, for he had just noticed someone entering.

Du Gandang and Li Nian exchanged glances, then decided to follow Lei Yu’s instructions. The three of them walked toward the building.

Lei Nuo knew this, had heard of it—buy a stone, cut it once, and someone rejoices while someone grieves.