Chapter 54: Butterfly (18)

The three exchanged glances and spoke to each other in secret, then their figures flickered, transforming into three streams of light that surged forward with terrifying auras, all aimed at attacking Yi Fan.

The sudden action startled Wan Ying, who felt the overwhelming pressure emanating from Yang Chengliu. She struggled to push him away, “What are you doing? Yang Chengliu? Hey, Yang Chengliu! Get off me.” But it was all in vain. Wan Ying finally realized that the seemingly weak man before her possessed astonishing strength.

Seeing Wang Po seated there, all the teachers present offered him warm smiles, a grand greeting in itself.

Yi Fan’s fury soared within him. These powerful families, feeling themselves superior due to their strength, looked down upon others, treating the weak like blades of grass, as if they were gods above. Yi Fan despised such fools the most, and immediately burst out with curses.

Wan Ying gave up, defeated, “Forget it, I’ve explained everything I should. I don’t want to talk anymore. Take care on your way.” She turned and continued with her social obligations.

“What did you say? She’s really not dead? Where did she go then?” The Imperial Master of Flame asked excitedly.

Returning to the main topic, in truth, the excavation of the ruins, without any clues to their origin, had to proceed slowly and patiently.

Meanwhile, as the commander of the Dark Night Elves pondered whether he had fallen into a trap due to underestimating his opponent, good news finally arrived: the enemy, relying on the firewall, was slowly retreating westward.

Everyone recalled in their minds—there was no sect by the name “Celestial Gang Sect.”

He thought his own talent was decent, but compared to this monster before him, he felt utterly abnormal.

Lightning flashed repeatedly, bursting forth and causing brilliant flashes to appear all around the space.

“Third Young Master, wasn’t that a bit too heartless?” Ji Hua felt utterly wronged.

Ran quickly lowered her head to look, seeing Mu Shenrong’s name flashing on the screen. She stared at the phone, unable to move for a long time.

“Heh—nonsense, reincarnation is eternal!” The Nether Emperor scoffed coldly, extended a finger with a contemptuous smile, and sent forth a burst of light. Six colors swirled and spun, forming a massive wheel of reincarnation that crashed forward.

Yan Yunchen waited for the Nine Nether Water Tower to finish absorbing, then immediately instructed Feng Ruoyu to arrange for the ship to continue.

Nine treacherous bends spiraled atop a suburban mountain; the entire road twisted like a sleeping dragon. Only after navigating nine dangerous turns could one reach the summit, where the racetrack joined the highway. Crossing a single street, one could return to the city.

But reality would not bend to the will of the True God of Slaying Immortals. Luo Chen, confident and bold, had already launched an attack on the peak gods of the four clans and the myriad divine beings.

At that moment, the Sky Demon Emperor realized who the person before him truly was. His expression changed abruptly, and he turned to leave without a moment’s hesitation.

Upon arrival, Ye Fan saw a Porsche parked askew beside a lamppost. The passenger side door was dented inwards from the collision.

Tens of thousands of ancient clan disciples, unable to withstand the shout from Yan Yunchen—now a half-step saint—spat blood wildly.

No matter how Stone Peak called out, Stone Yue gave no answer. The surface of the water was eerily calm; even the fish that had occasionally surfaced before had vanished without a trace.

“Challenge Bingqing? You’re not qualified yet. I’ll use only one hand. If you can withstand a single move from me, you win.” With that, he glanced at Bingqing, as if flaunting himself.

Yet Xue Yue made no further complaints, her cheek pressed against the broad back of Pang Tong. A warm and reassuring feeling overflowed between their bodies as the Thunder Tiger carried them swiftly onward.

Hearing this, Qiu Shuyun lowered her head and thought back. Indeed, since her husband disappeared, she had played both mother and father to Feng’er, shouldering all the burdens so that Stone Peak would feel none at all.

Under Bao Luo’s strange gaze, they automatically lined up in two rows. Four figures in red robes, faces completely concealed, each carried a corner of the stretcher, which was draped in black cloth.

“It’s alright. I’m just his son’s tutor, that’s all.” Pei Shiyin didn’t deliberately mislead Cheng Yiben. Though she knew she would ultimately have to part ways with him, she didn’t want Cheng Yiben to misunderstand anything.

Beneath the wild pear tree, several people suddenly heard the rumble of wheels, accompanied by synchronized footsteps—there were quite a few people. Gu San was confused, but Shi Jin understood, and Zhaoshui understood as well.

Over the years, though Lu Zihan had always been cold, she considered them mutually understanding.

But what was unexpected was that even after acquiring Lu Yili’s ten percent share, they still lost. How could that be possible?

“Long Yue, what do you think of this shirt?” Su Han led Long Yue into a trendy youth clothing store, picking out a fashionable shirt for him.

Xiao Yan handed over a few pills to send the man away, then turned his attention to the place, which was already dilapidated and inhabited by countless beggars, filthy and chaotic.

Ye Chengzhi watched the two figures; the coldness that had just filled the air suddenly dissipated, and a ripple appeared in his eyes.

Guden had ambition, but even more patience. He knew that acquiring a slot for the immersion ceremony would cause a great stir within the mercenary guild, so, for now, he must refrain from drawing attention. Biding his time and hiding his strength was the wise course.