Chapter 101: Doubts Abound

Only a few breaths passed before the sound of battle cries surged from outside; the Mountain-Moving Monkey King’s face twisted in shock, and he gritted his teeth: “First eliminate Taishu Dingqian!”

Zhao Ti watched coldly as Taishu Dingqian was battered by three men into the palace wall, slid down, and lay motionless.

At that moment, the Mountain-Moving Monkey King turned to Tong Guan: “What did Prince Murong say?”

Tong Guan’s eyes flickered: “What does the Dharma King intend to do?”

The Mountain-Moving Monkey King sneered: “Originally, I sought to seize the secret scripture in your hands, but now the crisis demands—”

A black flag gradually emerged from within, along with the silhouettes of figures clad in black armor; the instant the first figure stepped out of the red light barrier, amber-yellow pupils shrank sharply beneath the masked iron helmet.

Screams rang out continuously; in this brief moment, seven or eight black-clad men tumbled from the wall.

“Forget it,” the Sixth Prince sighed, shaking his head; such a person would never serve the Qi Dynasty.

Raising countless debris like a rolling tide, a thunderous boom burst through doors and windows, surging outward.

In contrast to Xia Yi’s calm composure—even a sigh of relief—the alien priest and the dragon-riding commander inside the energy shield gripped their staves and sword hilts tightly, lips parting slightly as they drew deep breaths and exhaled, their eyelids trembling with each quake of the earth beneath their feet.

Biseng had been locked in the room for over a month, seeing almost no one except the Junzi Tower disciples who brought meals, let alone Wen Moqing.

In a slow, solemn voice, Yituni raised his hand, gesturing as if to finish his words.

The prisoner inside the cage sat motionless, like a meditating monk, maintaining his gaze toward the window.

“Sssss—!” All the senior students watching gasped in shock, staring at the genius Ke Li, who had been slapped by Ferdinand.

Chen Yuan, wearing a white lab coat, had just stepped through the hospital ward’s entrance when several nurses greeted him warmly; some even stepped aside to let him pass, giving him a sense of having crossed into another world.

Su Lina was a celebrity, her work peculiar in nature, and since she had little passion for her career, her working hours were irregular.

After the car stopped, Fang Tianhao stepped out first; seeing this, Song Yu immediately walked over with his men, smiling.

Yal Shijian nodded weakly in affirmation, then closed his eyes and slowly drew in Qi; at this moment, he was in such agony he could not speak, while Bi squatted beside him, comforting him and rubbing his back.

Though standing while asleep, she felt relatively comfortable; she opened her eyes and glanced at the pasture chief beside her—he was still earnestly studying the memorials.

She sat down on the sofa by default, utterly entranced by the lamp, feeling it was truly wondrous.

“You—you high-society wastrel—you… are incomprehensible.” As I sneezed, he immediately stepped back; Lingyue gently took a handkerchief and began wiping her face. After finishing, the noble prince went to fetch water for her to wash her face; soon after, the prince returned.

Liu Yong heard the logic in Stone’s mother’s words and immediately realized she had remembered the earlier incident—the extraordinary “examination” he had performed for her.

“Brother Chu, I have an awkward request,” Zhang Shuqing observed Chu Feng for a long while, saw his frown ease, then stepped forward.

“Still up to no good,” Li Jin sneered at the severed head he had cut down; these ninjas were surely from Tanaka Kien’s group, clearly aiming to kill him so they could retrieve Mao Xin.

But Qin Yue’s sudden pause just now was not, as he told Du Juan, simply the normal dazed reaction upon waking in the morning—normal people don’t react that slowly. Such a thing had never happened to Qin Yue.

The woodcutter looked and saw indeed: the city police officer behind the desk was writing in his notebook, asking questions as he wrote; a hoodlum standing before the desk wore a fawning smile and bowed low. He hadn’t even become a traitor yet, but he already possessed the basic qualities of an excellent one.