Chapter 673: Genjutsu That Can Injure a Jinchuriki

On the battlefield, Shisui and Yagura Karatachi assumed their fighting stances.

"I wonder if this guy has hidden trump cards like Might Kai."

Yagura Karatachi stared at Shisui, his purple pupils filled with caution.

Earlier, Yagura Karatachi hadn't cared much about this battle; he was more focused on the quarterfinals.

If Yagura Karatachi advanced to the quarterfinals, his opponent would be Ōnoki of the Two Scales.

The Fourth Raikage's crushing defeat changed Yagura Karatachi's mind.

"Alright then, Nari, let's hurry." Soan took Nari's hand, ready to head toward the isolated city.

After the patient before him left with a grateful expression, Wei Wuji looked up again at the Holy Lord Baize.

Once they were close enough, those vines silently broke through the ground, but the old man still seemed completely unaware.

Including Xie Huamao, whom he had built up with his own hands—though now a top streamer on SunLive, overall he was still a moderate without a particularly strong desire to win or lose.

Miyata Soan nodded; this was indeed the purpose of his coming here. Since he could neither kill her nor leave her behind, he had no choice but to take her along.

A kick that broke the sound barrier. Mist erupted around him, striking the sea monster's upper jaw precisely. With a mournful cry, it flew over a hundred zhang into the deep sea and went completely still.

"You mean we can find Luo Yanan and Li Dabi to help investigate the truth?" Fatty Zhang's suggestion made Xin Ye's eyes light up.

As soon as Qiu Wushuang got closer, he noticed that his phone had somehow opened a video—a mad dog with a head of messy hair and fierce eyes—scaring him into taking another step back.

I smiled faintly without speaking: the peaceful elegance of the Xiao Prince's mansion, the doting affection of Shengyao, and the sweetness of having my heart entrusted to someone—naturally, all of this nourished a person.

"Haha, Brother Zhang, Yuan Yuan is definitely angry at you. Last time you did her such a huge disservice, and she hasn't repaid you yet!" A man in his thirties laughed heartily before reminding the middle-aged man surrounded by rhetoric.

But what made him anxious was that Yang Guang was nowhere to be seen. And if the emperor had run away, then his plan to replace Sui and establish himself would seem unjustified.

Just when Mu Hongling felt utterly helpless, a black and a green ray of light suddenly emerged from between Li Daniu's brows.

After saying this, he looked up at the right moment and cast a sharp glance at Mu Zhihan. Mu Zhihan snapped back to reality, forcing herself to stay calm as she gave Liang Jiaxi a faint smile: "Jiaxi, I have something else to attend to, so I'll take my leave now. Please enjoy your meal." Then she nodded slightly in apology to Liang Manru and Pei Junhao.

But right now, she really needed time. Everything had come too suddenly; she had to think carefully, think it over.

Helping her would only take a single word. Why couldn't the princess just open her noble mouth? Why wouldn't Consort De help her, and why wouldn't the princess help her either?

"Come, everyone sit down. Today there is no sect master, no protectors, no divine physician, and no maids—just drinking!" Lin Hanxi suppressed the pain in her heart, trying hard to forget. Today, let her be willful and act as if she had lost her memory.

Even if Jiang Ming let Jiang Xu off, would Jiang Xu really let Jiang Ming go? And if Jiang Ming was forced to say he wouldn't pursue Jiang Xu's matter, would he then also have to acknowledge Duke Jiang and Lady Jiang as his parents?

For some reason, as soon as Lin Hanxi saw his deep, dark eyes, her heart slowly calmed down, and her face regained its indifferent expression, as serene as still water.

That place was not his room; it was just where his body needed to go. He never spent the night there, always returning to his cold, frigid room after finishing, falling asleep quietly. This habit had gone on for so long that even he couldn't remember when it started.

Ye Kai chuckled, watching many reporters pack up and leave. He didn't care—if they left, they left; if they came, they came. He neither gained nor lost anything; it was just that his exposure decreased a bit.