Chapter 289: 044 Mutual Understanding (5k)

The news of WeChat’s transformation swept across the entire internet.

Alibaba acquired WeChat with lightning speed; almost everyone who saw this news immediately recognized its massive impact, guessing that the coming period would be a standoff between Alibaba and Tencent in the mobile instant messaging field!

The problem is…

There was absolutely no warning before this!!

Zhang Chaoyang of Sohu said WeChat was already defeated; Chen Yizhou of Renren said the competition was over; numerous industry experts

“Are Song Qing and Han Yue okay? They must’ve been terrified by this.” Zhang Zhao frowned.

Although victory was inevitable, his fighting style just now seemed a bit too extreme—if this attempt to get close by taking on a disciple backfired and crushed the other side too much, it would be counterproductive.

In his hesitation, Lin Yu’s soul had grown increasingly faint, reduced now to just a phantom silhouette, and the voices beside him grew clearer.

Looking at the cold expressions of the Great Crimson Lotus Knights, he suddenly remembered a major event that had occurred not long ago: during Jonas’s assault on the capital, it was Ares’s faction that killed the Demon God-level transmigrator and beheaded their mastermind.

Upon hearing this, the men behind the flying-head youth all drooled, their lust flaring up.

The QU team, being a new squad, had their morale frayed after repeated teasing; voices in the voice channel erupted simultaneously, overlapping into a noisy mess that made the entire atmosphere grow tense and agitated.

As Chen Bo rushed into the large courtyard, he hadn’t even caught his breath when the scattered raindrops suddenly intensified into a heavy downpour.

Yu Yan bit her lip; she didn’t want to call him that, but given how things stood now, did a title even matter anymore?

Accompanied by electronic interference, a set of footsteps drew nearer; Chen Bo could clearly sense that three people were approaching.

“No problem, no problem, that round doesn’t count—let’s start over,” one middle-aged man said, feigning retreat to gain advantage.

He took a small sip; as soon as it touched his tongue, the fragrance spread from the tip, instantly filling his entire mouth, then flowed down his throat into his stomach—warm, comfortable, fragrant, invigorating his spirit.

Tenglong Sword Art: Created by the ancient cultivator Feng Ping after his defeat by the Seven-Star Pan-Slaying Dragon, he secluded himself in the deep mountains to develop it. Though immensely powerful, it is extraordinarily difficult to master and extremely prone to causing demonic deviation.

Music critic C: Someone once described a late great rock musician with a single phrase—I think it fits Yan Chen perfectly: “He carried his guitar like a sword.”

The Sun-Moon Divine Sect, ranked among the top ten cultivation factions—this is the top ten across the entire Xuanqing Continent. Though Zi Renzi never directly invited him to join, everyone knew his intentions.

“Master, why has he come back?” Nan Feng asked, puzzled. The rain had stopped, but he hadn’t heard any hoofbeats.

Lin Yong pulled over in an alley behind a guesthouse, rubbed his numb cheeks chilled by the wind, and carried Ningning into the inn.

At that moment, five beams of light shot from Chang’s side—soft, mournfully beautiful, like the crescent moon on the first day of the month.

“But did she give any hint?” Shang Yangjun felt no hint at all from her—she’d nearly killed them.

The candy in his left hand hadn’t slipped during the collision, but now, it slipped helplessly… PAM! The fancy candy box crashed hard to the ground, scattering everywhere.

“Haha, I’ll take you to find them—let’s hold a meeting first, discuss our action plan,” Chen Zixuan said, stomping the gas pedal and speeding out of the old district.

The place was in ruins, unrecognizable as a building—only broken stones littered the ground, hinting at where walls had once rotted away.