Chapter Seventy-Two: The Soaring Tiger Unleashes Its Might

When Chen Xinyi threw herself into Ye Feng’s arms, the crowd’s shouts came to an abrupt end. They had expected to witness the tale of Snow White and her prince, but instead, Snow White rushed into the embrace of a rather shabby-looking young man, and their manner was intimate beyond measure. In the eyes of the onlookers, Ye Feng and Situ Xuanyu belonged to entirely different worlds; everyone believed Chen Xinyi would choose Situ Xuanyu, given his status and allure...

“Hmph! This isn’t your Lingxiao City—do you think I’m afraid of you?” Long Tiandi said angrily, his figure appearing before the crowd.

Then, the group departed the wilderness in grand procession. As they passed through the outer realms, Demon Ruthless bid them farewell, promising to meet again in three years.

Rain Xi’s heart trembled, growing heavier with each moment. The man before her bore none of Li Shengjue’s temperament or personality.

The car rolled to a gentle stop at the cinema entrance. As Rain Xi and Li Shengjue prepared to get out, a sudden gust rushed toward them. Looking up, she saw dozens of reporters suddenly swarming like mad, encircling Li Shengjue’s car.

To Nie Wufeng and Qi Kang’s astonishment, these first-tier fiends could not withstand the massive, spindle-shaped fireball barreling through them. It crashed forward, scattering the fiends into clouds of dust, arriving beneath them in a flash.

Beside him, a hand rested on his wrist, feeling for a pulse. Eyes half-closed, surely a physician.

The office was shared by the clinical faculty, but at this hour, most teachers were absent.

Qin Yang only spared Yan Gaofei because he could speak well and was a dutiful son.

Suddenly, Nian Nian darted her head around, tilting it playfully as she regarded Rain Xi, her eyes sparkling like polished gemstones—truly beautiful.

“Of course you can. As a good citizen of Huaxia, every capable person has that right.” Ma Wanshan’s words were a clear grant of authority.

In Heroes of Might and Magic, the color purple always reminded him of the Purple Dragon unit. This eighth-tier creature was famed for its magic; its melee skills might only match the seventh-tier Red or Green Dragons, but its spellcasting was terrifyingly powerful—its outbursts were legendary.

“Too lazy to argue with you. Tell me, what exactly did you forget?” Seeing her like this, Su Jin rolled her eyes.

Stunned for a moment, he turned toward the source of the voice at the rear of the car, only to see the back of a cargo van come into view. Before he could process what was happening, the van moved forward a few paces.

“Forget it, whether it works or not is up to fate! Do you think any medical hall will treat our master’s wounds? If he survives this time, I’ll go to the Living Buddha Temple outside the city and offer a perpetual lamp for him.” It was the voice of an elderly man, rough and weary.

Though Niu Zhi was acting under Lin Qingquan’s orders, that cold, ruthless glance made him shudder violently, melting all the fat on his body.

“What is it? Are you asking your aunt to kneel and apologize to Lihua, or what? Speak!” Old Master Jin looked coldly at Jing Sheng.

Grandma Xia nodded, “That’s true.” Then she discussed with Xia Zhi what to fry.

Seeing this, Su Jin turned and went to a clearing not far from the cave entrance. Opening the ammo case and setting it on the ground, he waited quietly for their arrival.

Xia Zhi sensed that May’s words of gratitude didn’t come from the heart. She had met many people; she could discern such things.

Tong Shuang… Lady Frost… Li Zhu mused to herself, watching Tong Shuang’s retreating figure. She was truly terrifying.

Lin Qingxuan didn’t answer directly. He took Lin Yumeng’s hand and led her away. There were things he needed to tell his sister now; clearly, those people had found this place, still plotting to kill by proxy.