Chapter 30

However, facing Wu Liufan’s lethal strike, Fang Xing showed little fear, a cold sneer flashing in his eyes.

"Brother Wuhen, do you mean we should travel day and night without rest, race ahead to the Liaoning territory not far from Yanmen Pass, and set an ambush along their mandatory route?" Yiyi realized.

As the two sides chased, their strength ebbing and flowing, they covered nearly two or three miles, yet the distance between them remained a steady ten to twenty meters.

I smiled, while inwardly wondering: who could have been the person who deceived Liu Yaolan?

Mu Hongye had a splitting headache; how had she never noticed before that Mu Yue'er was such a troublemaker?

"In all the world, I have never heard of anyone having things removed from their belly. Does this mean I shall be a cripple from now on?" The anxiety in the voice was palpable.

"Remember this: you are forbidden from coming here again. Otherwise, I will eat you!" The wild man’s voice rang out in my ear.

Hearing Chen Xiarong mention her name, Ye Xinran stood up, looking at the object in her hand with an impatient expression.

With one strike, the tail was severed. The next moment, Yu Ye cut off one of the tails, and the chakra chains dragged it into the mouth of the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path.

As long as Gu Chenyuan did not kill Fan Jingxiao, one day, Fan Jingxiao would appear before him, hale and hearty, to take brutal revenge for what he had done today.

The three brothers then went to a blacksmith shop to forge their own weapons. Liu Bei took up the double swords, Guan Yu the Green Dragon Crescent Blade, and Zhang Fei the zhang-eight serpent spear.

It was better to leave such matters to the professionals. Since Feng Yue and the others were already busy to the point of exhaustion, Lu Chuan eventually sought out the White Lotus Ancestor and the Fire Worship Ancestor—some of the charlatans and "holy men" who had been posing as mystics in the World of Divine Weapons.

Once they entered the dense forest, the cavalry's advantage would be greatly diminished, which would allow them to minimize their losses.

Luo Ercheng, who had already been somewhat nervous, turned even paler upon hearing Wang Jing’s words, his expression growing increasingly frantic.

"I’ve always heard that the Great Song is prosperous and overflowing with talent, but I never believed it... yet seeing this deputy envoy remain so imposing even after being late, I am convinced," a Liao military officer remarked with a sigh.

Waking the next day, I felt utterly exhausted, as if I hadn't closed my eyes for days. My entire body felt heavy, and every movement was a struggle.

The Prefect of Cangzhou felt a sudden sinking in his heart. Although he didn’t yet know the rest of the story, Luan Fei’s expression gave him a vague premonition that it would certainly end in tragedy.

The smile on Xie Luanyin’s face slowly faded. She stared at the short line at the end of the letter for a long time, then looked up, lost in thought for a while, before slowly folding the letter and placing it into a box by her side.

"Actually, he is right. Wei Jiuniang wants his life; this is retribution," Lin Zhizhi said indifferently.

It was as if a path of supreme glory had opened before his eyes, its brilliance nearly blinding Gida.

Chen Teng’s face was grim and his gaze cold. Looking at Yu Chen, whom he held by the throat, gasping for air, he said coldly.

Having said this, his opponent sat down cross-legged, and the surroundings turned dark and murky. The white mist gradually transformed into black, as if the very heavens had changed.

Chu Liuyu lunged forward, pressed his palms to the ground, and vaulted away, dodging the fierce rain-spears with the agility of a nimble monkey.

It was quite infuriating; some people had somehow ended up inside the belly of an ancient beast, and the key was that it had happened for no reason, which left them feeling rather depressed.

"Fine, fine, fine. It’s my fault for being annoying. Is that enough?" Seeing Wang Qing like this, Wang Fan had no choice but to raise his hands in surrender.

Tang Kui held his head high and chest out, striding onto the martial arts arena with bold, sweeping steps, not forgetting to glance back at the silent Tang Yu as he did so.

Suddenly, two earth-shattering roars erupted, shaking the ground and the mountains until the entire world trembled. The raging blast wave leveled everything in its path, sweeping across all directions.

Gida had just forgotten about the Monoblos, but the "helpful" shopkeeper’s reminder made him recall the whole wretched affair once more.

At this moment, the Black Demon wanted to see what would happen if the Divine Stone collided with Chu Tian, who carried the Star Codex. Thus, the Black Demon and Chu Tian vanished from their original positions.

"Fei'er never read the letter to my sister, so I didn't know the two letters were different." Ling Yufei continued to cover her lies, feeling a surge of resentment toward Leng Wuchen. She had no idea how he had bungled things to such an extent.

After Ma Yuan left, his illusion clone would likely do something quite irrational, perhaps even outside the aesthetics of illusion. However, Ma Yuan didn't want to dwell on it; the purpose of the illusion had been achieved, and that was enough.

Yet, Shen Yunxi remained calm and detached, as if Feng Qingchen’s words just now hadn't been directed at her at all. Not only did she not take offense, but she actually felt a flicker of excitement seeing the rage erupting in his eyes.

Ming Jingye felt as if he had just awakened from a dream. What was he doing? Yuan Ji was poisoned by the flower scent and was not in his right mind; was he losing his senses too?

Jiaoyu felt reluctant to leave, but once the sky brightened, her figure would be hard to conceal, and she would no longer be free to come and go as she pleased.

"Ling Yuwei, what exactly do you mean? I know that doing this is just to attract my attention. You’ve succeeded; are you satisfied now?" Once the Emperor and the others had left, Leng Wuchen could no longer contain his fury and confusion, shouting fiercely at Ling Yuwei.

Yuan Ji finally turned to look at him, his gaze as distant as if he were looking at a complete stranger. He curled his lips into a cold sneer and said nothing.

On the damp floor of the room, there was only a brazier fashioned from half a broken earthenware pot. The grey ash in the center emitted thin wisps of black smoke, providing almost no warmth at all.

Watching his sister work so hard, Chu Yun couldn't help but feel worried. Was she pushing herself too far? She had little cultivation, yet she insisted on using the staff regardless of her own strength.

Seeing this, Guang Zhe and the others felt a surge of frustration. They had never encountered such a thing before.

Seeing Yueyue and Chuan-chuan acting like this, Lele no longer wanted her father to carry her. She pulled her suitcase and walked alongside her brother and sister.

I would first review the handover logs, make notes, and then prepare to join the doctor for the ward rounds.

Huo Jinting wrapped his arms around her slender waist. Meng Qingge looked back at him; it was rare for him to be this affectionate, so she rubbed her lotion-coated palms all over his face.

"Liuli Hall?" He Dangui asked, propping herself up with a strange expression, "Wasn't it agreed that we would go tomorrow? Isn't today for praying for Brother Zhu?" She had an appointment with that man named Ning Yuan to begin their first day of "martial arts training and healing, dual-track cooperation, and mutual benefit."