Chapter Forty-Four: Swallowing the Scar Organization

“Was it you who hit me just now?” Seeing Omori’s powerful build, the doctor felt much more reassured and, naturally, his courage swelled. “You’ll die a miserable death soon enough. Omori, teach this brat a lesson for me.” The smug expression on the doctor’s face didn’t last long before Omori’s face twisted in pain. The look of agony became more evident by the second, and soon there was a...

Song Anguo inadvertently revealed that he hadn’t listened to the zither piece at all. It was a melody every guest was expected to have heard, yet this man seemed completely unfamiliar with the name.

Su Zhengdi, satisfied, tightened his hold on Liu Xing’er’s hand. After thanking Master Dong, they agreed on the time to start work the next day.

“The matter I mentioned to you before, have you given it any thought?” Yuan Yun inquired.

“Stop dreaming about my sister,” Song Anguo replied coldly. Nangong Jin shot him a glare of exasperation; could this man be any more unreasonable? He hadn’t entertained any improper thoughts about Song Jiayao.

Ling Yue continued introducing everything in the house to Yan Yongning. After all, they would be living together from now on, so it was only right to get familiar with things—one couldn’t remain completely ignorant.

Taishi Ci drew his bow and shot; the arrow pierced the bandit’s wrist, pinning him firmly to the tower beam. The crowd outside erupted in unified applause.

Watching Nangong Jin’s departing figure, Song Jiarou felt a surge of excitement. Having won his favor brought her one step closer to finally acknowledging their ties; the thought alone filled her with joy.

Lin Feng’s reaction, oblivious to the circumstances, made the man’s scarred face contort even more hideously.

The demon overlord simply no longer desired to live; it had grown weary of existence. After witnessing countless deaths and farewells over the centuries, numbness was all that remained.

“Zhongda brought the elite troops of Qin and Yong, not to answer but to exhaust the enemy’s forces—surely not for nothing! He sought to secure everything with a single victory. Yet, after Kongming’s death, the Shu army withdrew, and Zhongda did not pursue. He did not anticipate Kongming’s demise; the enemy troops were still well-fed and unbroken, the road to Shu was perilous and easy to ambush, so he suspected a feigned retreat meant to lure him in.”

“Take this!” With a flying kick aimed at Kimimaro’s chin, Rock Lee unleashed his full strength. Yet the outcome was completely different.

“Everyone must be hungry by now. Time for a late-night snack.” Knowing the chess game would run past midnight, Cao Ying would never let her helpers go home hungry. She had already ordered boxed meals in advance; all that was needed was a quick spin in the microwave.

Ming Luo showed little reaction. Now, having nothing left to lose, the Royal Academy meant nothing to him. He was eager to leave as soon as possible.

“Pfft!” Yan Fei spat out a mouthful of blood. Damn it! Had he desecrated the system’s ancestral grave or what, to be treated like this?

“Luo’er, put it down.” The old man tried to keep his voice steady, but Ming Luo still caught the tremor in it.

A thunderous boom resounded at that moment as the Mizukage building suddenly exploded. Outside, the Hidden Mist ninja watched as the entire structure collapsed.

When Xiao Qubing heard it was in the northwest, his heart skipped a beat. He personally led two hundred riders in hot pursuit. Midway, he saw a signal flare burst in the sky. Xiao Qubing shouted that disaster had struck, ordered Nan Jiyun to bring up the team, and galloped ahead alone.

Lin Nantian’s battle formation was composed of cultivators Lin Shuo had brought from exile. Their reverence for Lin Shuo was absolute, and they would never allow the great dragon formation to attack him for real.

Mu Yan’er’s face was cold as she shifted her sword technique. A curtain of water hovered in the air, sword intent swirling around her. Lin Shuo could actually hear the babbling of a mountain stream.

Hearing this, Wenrou opened her mouth, at a loss for words. Flesh is flesh, whether palm or back—she would hurt for either.

“Come, let’s have dinner in the inner hall.” Chu Yu showed not a hint of surprise, raising her hand to lead Qu You toward the inner hall.