Chapter 112

Zhou Dong coldly said: “Stop wasting words—everyone, halt! Do not advance!”

Sun Renzhi gazed at Qiao Feng in the pavilion, beside whom stood a finely dressed young man, and frowned: “Surely none of you know that Qiao Feng is a Khitan traitor? Are you all bewitched, deceived by him?”

Qiao Feng, hearing this inside the pavilion, changed expression drastically—his face flooded with grief and fury—and stepped forward to leave.

Zhao Ti shook his head and sighed softly: “I’ll go with Brother Qiao to see for myself.”

“Oh come on, you don’t even know that?” Mo Yan looked at Shi Jingtian’s serious expression as if staring at a fish that had never set foot on land.

Lin Chen said matter-of-factly: “We were training in the practice chamber; Shui Rou got hurt. If I don’t take off her clothes, how am I supposed to apply the medicine? Besides, the clothes were burned to rags—why keep them?”

Ling Tianyun assumed the old monk was once again suspecting some anomaly and wanted him to check—this time, he refused to fall for it again. Without thinking, he shook his head, indicating he had noticed nothing unusual.

With a loud thud, his fists slammed together hard, sending a powerful shockwave rippling outward—his long hair flew wildly, and a fine layer of dust rose from the ground.

No clouds of dust, no fierce gales—just two fists colliding like twin blocks of spiritual iron, producing a resounding clang that deafened the ears.

The more she thought, the more her heart churned; her teammates’ taunts of “coward” pierced her with quiet, persistent pain.

High above the skyway from the Heavenly Army Headquarters to the Five Elements Mountains, a figure clad in snow-white armor and wearing a demon mask sped forward. Though flying beasts passed along the route, none detected him—as if he simply did not exist.

How could he have imagined that one day he would stand before Fuxi? Even stranger—he was about to advise Fuxi, to help him create the Eight Trigrams?

After Wang Poyu’s aerial form vanished into the distance, three figures ran from behind a distant hillock: an elderly man with white hair but swift steps, flanked by two sturdy men around thirty.

She was an illegal Animagus; her transformed form was a beetle. Thanks to this beetle form, she could easily gather secret intelligence—this was her lifeline in the newspaper industry.

His father said this for two reasons: first, to urge Hui Hui Shiyeye to uphold ancestral teachings and avoid entanglement with the royal family; second, because an incident had occurred in previous generations.

Song Yue briefly recounted to his master the entire conflict with the Ouyang family, including his repayment to the Lin family.

But the original outline for Ultraman Orb truly ended here—perhaps the battle on Earth concluded too hastily; maybe he could have fought Dyna and Gaia before.

An Ran smiled shyly, yet internally wondered why officials would come to such an ordinary merchant family.

The awakened children immediately saw two gigantic figures battling behind the amusement park.

Of all the professors here, only Professor Snape earned his approval; the rest, in Draco’s view, either lacked real talent or were decrepit—there were barely any young professors, and even fewer who were good-looking.

It’s not that there are no experts left after the young prodigies are removed—among the demons now stepping onto the stage, even more terrifying beings may be lurking.

He could dodge the champions’ spells, but the champions could only watch helplessly as the spells struck their own bodies.

Mu Yaotian and the others had already planned to have Bu You look out for Lan Yue during the Ganggu Alliance’s team assignment, so they certainly wouldn’t conceal Lan Yue’s sword skills from him.

“Master, all the corpses have been removed—thirteen in total,” the Jiang household steward reported, directing servants as they carried the bodies inside.

Lu Moli stared at Qing Wei in shock—he felt the warmth of her body still lingering on his hands from when he had touched her.