Chapter 43

Arriving in the Imperial Capital, as soon as the plane touched down, amidst a cheer, the passengers busied themselves packing their belongings to disembark.

"Heh!" Seeing him act so cowardly, Zice couldn't help but let out a laugh, but the very next second, his smile vanished.

Passing by Ji Changda, he said, "Alright, stop scaring them. Let's head back to the office; there's plenty of work waiting for you!" With that, he pulled Ji Changda along inside.

By the time Zhai Feibai had filled more than half of the jade box, the sky was growing dim. Estimating the time, he began his hurried return.

Zice's sudden interjection took them by surprise. Logically speaking, it was none of Zice's business, so why was he even angrier than the others? However, they didn't dwell on it too much, simply assuming Zice was sticking up for Pang Yueban.

"Master! The third watch approaches." Lu Qi, instantly snapping out of his joy, stepped forward to respectfully remind him.

Meanwhile, after an emergency overtime discussion at the school regarding Qian Xining's case, it was deemed that her behavior was utterly intolerable and must be severely dealt with.

While speaking, Jian Ju hurriedly broke free from his embrace, leaped backward, and maintained a safe distance from him.

As the internal elixir entered his body, Zhang Ziyun felt a wave of aching numbness spread throughout his entire being. The discomfort was scarcely any better than the attack from the Ancestral Witch's residual soul just moments before.

Hearing Su Meng's words, I felt a sense of rebirth. Put that way... I hadn't wronged Ye Shanshan, and if that was the case, everything else would be fine. I could not care less about anything else, but what I dreaded most was seeing Ye Shanshan sad.

That fellow Yan Shanshan actually showed quite a bit of respect for Lan Po'er. Although it was by association, she seemed fairly "loyal" to me. Of course, even so, I had no intention of letting her make a move.

She was different from Su Meng and Ye Shanshan. Su Meng had previously had a boyfriend, that Yuan Zhiwei, while Ye Shanshan and I had crossed that line because I had threatened her at the time, and only later, as our feelings warmed, did things gradually reach this point. But Lan Fei... could she still be drunk?

Some ghosts had witnessed the three of them arguing over something—it seemed to be related to money—though they hadn't caught the specifics. After all, these days, people hardly paid attention to those around them, let alone knowing their next-door neighbors, to say nothing of unrelated ghosts.

He knew that if the three clan heads of the Ancient Demons were all held back, it wouldn't be too difficult a task for Ye Chen, given his combat prowess, to fight his way to the formation.

The location was the Revolutionary Army base, situated in Jira Castle at the foot of the Ximaya Mountain Range outside Snow Region City.

"A demon?" I shook my hand; that last strike had left my fist slightly numb. It seemed I had still underestimated this dog.

I had never seen a Azure Dragon, but I would clear the name of the Azure Dragon's armor, telling the world that this was not a cursed suit of armor, but a supreme divine artifact, a priceless treasure.

After about half a month of recovery and recuperation, my body gradually returned to normal. One night, the weather was slightly chilly. The weather in this world was quite peculiar; even as the sky gradually darkened, a crimson glow still lingered on the horizon.

The resentment in his tone was genuinely chilling, and a fierce, bone-chilling wind surged around him alongside a monstrous aura. Although it wasn't aimed at the four of them, merely standing near him made Chuyunzi and the others' hair stand on end.

During the standoff between Cao Cao and Tao Qian, Liu Bei had already quietly slipped back to Xuzhou from Yanzhou.

While moving his body, Zhang Tiansheng's hands were also executing unpredictable martial arts forms. It genuinely looked like a set routine, much like the fist forms performed in a martial arts tournament, all leading up to a final push and thrust.

The path to the fourth floor didn't seem as difficult as Yejie had imagined; he made his way safely to the fourth floor without any major mishaps.

Along both sides of the street, aside from row upon row of shops, the sidewalks were also occupied by street vendors. Interspersed with the shouts and cries of hawkers, the sounds of fighting echoed from time to time.

The man had originally not wanted to argue further with Malone and the others, but upon hearing Malone's words, his expression darkened once again.

At that moment, Wang Zhan finally could hold on no longer. A large mouthful of foul blood spewed from his mouth, and then, with his eyes wide open, he passed away.

"Keep it up! They're almost wiped out!" Zhang Tiansheng roared, the long spears in his hands transforming into thrusting strikes with even greater lethality.

After dismounting the jet ski, Malone strolled around. There was plenty of clutter on the rooftop. In the central area, in front of an old, broken television screen, Malone stopped in his tracks.

And the weeping seemed to grow louder and louder! It sounded as though something was slowly approaching. A sense of death gradually pervaded the air.

Liu Feng's hands transformed into claws, infused with magical energy as if they had genuinely turned into a pair of eagle talons, lunging directly at Chu Yunfan's vital points. Every single move was truly lethal, aimed straight at where it hurt most.

Zhang Baizhi stood on ceremony with him not at all, continuing to grab a chair and smash it forward: "You tell me to stop, so I stop! Who do you think you are! I'm going to beat you to death, Hong Jiachan!" This was the living room; if there was one thing they had plenty of, it was stools and chairs. She could definitely beat him to death with them.

Running through the gates, the amusement park had once again reverted to its previous eerie state—the lighting was dim, and the surroundings were dead silent.

As for the sea of blood, crimson radiance danced wildly across all six directions. He was enraged, the fury of the blood sea surging with a wrath that shook the entire starry sky. Yet, Zichan used his own origin to manifest the Six Paths; even if they were peers, how could it be broken? Everything rested solely in Zichan's gaze, solely in Zichan's words.