Chapter 52

Qiu Tang shifted slightly to the side. According to his calculations, this dodge should have been enough to clear the shield. Yet, as if by a bizarre twist of fate, the shield slammed heavily straight into his chest, making it look as though he had thrown himself right against it.

"Brother, what should our next step be? Should we rush to this safe zone and seek the army's protection? Is what the radio said true?" Lin Ruoqing voiced the question hidden in everyone's hearts.

When Nan Xin arrived home, she noticed her pale complexion and had already suggested having Dr. Lin pay a visit.

Fatty Lin finally let out a sigh of relief upon seeing that she was unharmed. If she hadn't driven her Benz G-Wagon straight into that wild boar just moments ago, he and Zhang Shuya would probably have been mauled to death by the beast by now.

Xie Shura hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to broach the subject, as she actually had many questions she wanted to ask Yu Yan.

Reminded by Cuizhu, Xie Shura realized that she had been so tense while pondering matters in her heart that she had unconsciously clenched her fists and tensed her arms. Only when she noticed a dull ache in her back did she slowly relax.

Ever since Nan Xin and Shen Beichuan's marriage certificate hit the headlines, Madam Shen had been tirelessly searching for Nan Xin's whereabouts.

"Imprisoned in the Lian Family Village, her life is not in danger." Shen Congwei turned to look at Zhang Qingzhi, and seeing that her expression remained calm, he finally felt at ease.

Now, those four ghosts were engaged in a contest of martial arts and skill within the stronghold. Although they lacked fame, they possessed a commendable drive to improve.

After returning to Jiangcheng from Jiangxia, Yan Hongyi never dared to conceal that incident from his uncle again, though he prudently omitted how Chen Yuyi had flexed his power at the resort and hired others to deal with him.

At the suggestion of his adoptive father Fan Zeng, Xiang Yu, the Hegemon of Western Chu, set up a banquet at Hongmen to entertain Liu Bang.

Under such circumstances, simply accompanying the other party back to their home seemed to be the only viable choice left.

Seeing the situation, the formidable Mo Dao infantrymen under Li Shimin's command safely withdrew back into the city.

Leaving that matter aside for a moment, the Inspired King had managed to escape with his life by the skin of his teeth. Although he had checked repeatedly to ensure no one was pursuing him, panic still gripped his heart.

A score of one hundred represents the realm of the Martial Saint. Reaching the ultimate ceiling of one hundred and five is the Realm of Transformation, rendering one truly matchless in the mortal world.

"Cut the crap and get in the car. The evidence is conclusive, yet you still try to quibble? We'll talk back at the station." With that, several police officers shoved Cheng Feng into the police cruiser.

"Have you all heard? That Tang Monk is actually the reincarnation of a mighty being. Eating a single bite of his flesh allows one to attain the status of a Golden Immortal," said the Many-Eyed Monster.

Feng Bugui knew that Master Fangzheng had deliberately omitted a time frame to mislead everyone, making them believe Ren Yingying would be imprisoned for life. Doing this served a dual purpose: first, to test Ren Yingying's sincerity; and second, to prevent her from feigning the complete eradication of her fierce aura merely to secure a quick release.

Sensing the faint residual activity still lingering in her earphones, Yamazaki Kazumi hesitated for a moment and did not rush to restore the privacy glass to its original opaque state.

After forming a pact with Ling Wei'er, both Bing Lan and the Tiger King successfully advanced to the rank of Super Divine Beasts. Having truly taken Ling Wei'er into the depths of their hearts, they naturally grew concerned upon seeing her discomfort.

Maintaining a guarded watch all the way back to Galaxy University, the group finally felt a slight release of tension. Here, at least, they could lower their guard just a fraction.

Roy was busy devouring street skewers—ordering fifty mutton skewers, thirty beef skewers, a black fish, along with a few vegetarian items like grilled eggplants and shiitake mushrooms—at an online eatery boasting stellar reviews.

His foundation within the Federation was so rock-solid that he had reached a point where, given sufficient strength, he could easily conquer this entire plane—a feat unimaginable to other Reincarnators.

A cavalry troop of about fifty riders came galloping fiercely down the long street. The mounted warriors were all robust and fierce-looking, clearly Tartars by their appearance, yet their attire and equipment bore distinct differences from those under Altan Khan. At the vanguard, a rider hoisted a fiery red banner embroidered with a fierce-eyed, sharp-gazing goshawk.

The Lin family was originally a lineage of tomb raiders, and coupled with Lin Ying's years of swindling and bluffing, the family's financial resources remained formidable.

Precisely because the Heavenly Mystery Holy City possessed such a long history intertwined with ancient secrets, it harbored numerous unique and highly mysterious locations—so much so that even the five transcendent powers of the Holy City failed to fully comprehend them.

Simultaneously, flames, icy chills, thunder, celestial sword auras, poisons, and countless other attacks surged into the Chaos Cauldron. The shark-lizard beast had nowhere left to hide.

That vendor selling oden definitely had a problem; following him might uncover some clues.

To break your back working over something utterly nonexistent—Li Na, has your brain really been caught in a sliding door? It would be one thing if your own head had been crushed, but why drag your husband along to play the fool with you and pull off such an insanely dangerous stunt?

Do not underestimate these orange-robed clerics; while their assault capabilities were subpar and fell far short of B-plus tier, they were exceptionally difficult to kill. Furthermore, given sufficient time to prepare, their offensive methods were far from weak.

His attire and appearance were impeccably neat, featuring a high bridge of the nose and eye sockets as deep as an abyss... He wore a garment resembling a black trench coat or a dark suit, which accentuated his solidly muscular physique.

"You flatter me, Sister. I am merely a commoner, possessing only meager skills that thankfully allowed me to be of some assistance to Her Royal Highness." Zhu Qing did not dare to grow overly arrogant.

For instance, the blood of Mikoto, the blood of Kushina, and most importantly, the blood of Tsunade—hers was the most urgently needed.

Instructor Hayako thought to herself secretly, pondering whether she should teach her signature ninjutsu to Chiyu.

Chiyu rested his chin on his hand as he analyzed the situation, entirely unaware that a single casual remark on his part had caused Tsunade's beautiful eyes to widen in shock right beside him.

However, effort brings reward; accepting these items meant he indeed shouldered the responsibility of delivering a message for the Li family.

Within the Prison-Breaking Department, aside from the Xiezhi totem that served as the symbol of the entire bureau, magical treasures were scarce, mostly consisting of sabers and swords. An artifact like the red paper umbrella before them, capable of subduing so many vengeful ghosts simultaneously—even ordinary fierce ones—was enough to make any practitioner's heart skip a beat.

Yet they remained silent, instead producing a scroll and setting off to capture ninja beasts in accordance with its instructions.

Chen Nuo offered no explanations, simply continuing with her daily routine. Gradually, peace returned to her days.

"I am not; I'm a good person." Xu Que wore a white face mask, preventing the two from clearly seeing his features.

Duan Qizheng was wild with joy inside, thinking to himself that although Xu Que spoke thus, it was blatantly obvious he had changed his mind only after meeting Wang Yufei.

Fang Cheng wondered if the strong suspenseful atmosphere of the production had caused Zhou Zhiyan to become too immersed in his role and unable to pull himself out.

Xu Xiaoxing thought this to herself, but ultimately shook her head. Since she had already given her word, regretting it now was useless.