47 The Final Game (2)

In an instant, Shen Muyu's path was completely sealed off by flying darts, yet she did not panic in the slightest. Spotting the projectiles, she executed a swift sideways dodge to evade the darts thrown by the three assailants. Immediately following the maneuver, she accelerated and closed the distance, rushing right up to one of the ninjas.

The car sped onward, hurtling with lightning-fast speed straight toward Keelung City, the economic powerhouse of Taiwan. Keelung City inevitably became the target of an assault by the Green Gang, but the branch stronghold there was guarded by high-ranking figures such as Gao Qiang, Zhang Yanjiang, and Huang Yan'er.

"This is the sword intent of darkness!" Ling Yi thought, feeling a jolt of shock as he immediately connected the sword technique "Smoke-Enveloped Dark Firmament" with this dark sword intent.

"What... what on earth are you people trying to do?" Zhang Tengfei swallowed hard, breaking out in a cold sweat as he stared in terror at the blade pressed against his throat. "Hmph, it's not a matter of what we want to do, but what *you* are trying to do. We came here in good faith to pledge our allegiance, yet you subject us to such deliberate hostility and humiliation," Yuan Tianzhong said, raising an eyebrow with a cold expression.

Right now, Xia Yu still had numerous matters to attend to, with cultivation taking absolute priority. Without a sufficiently high level of cultivation, attempting to accomplish many of those goals would be nothing more than empty talk.

"What? Leng Qingfeng actually lost?" High up on the grandstand, the powerful masters of the Divine Dao Realm wore expressions of utter shock.

Yin Liufeng waited anxiously in place. He dared not move Lin Yi casually for fear of causing any adverse effects, leaving him with no choice but to wait futilely outside. In less than two minutes, Ling Yuanshan appeared right before him.

"It's nothing. In short, if you want to see them, just go to Kyoto now." Having said that, Pang Hu fell silent once more. He leaped back onto Shen Muyu's shoulder and promptly drifted off to sleep.

The God of Wealth paused for a moment before replying, "It has probably been over ten years, I suppose." Deep down, he felt a sliver of doubt—what on earth was Su Li getting at by asking this?

Yet there was no other choice. Perhaps Zaiyi's luck was simply too extraordinary, and the heavens favored it far too much, for Ling Yi had appeared, bringing with him the hope of escape.

During their previous encounter, Yu Kuan clearly did not trust him, and thus had left a mark of karmic sin upon Zhuang Lan. Unfortunately for him, Zhuang Lan had long been employed by the Legalists and could instantly see through ordinary karmic sin marks; hence, upon entering the Ghost Valley, he had simply erased it using karmic energy.

Aside from himself, both Park Myung-soo and Jung Hyung-don reacted far too slowly and might not necessarily have been able to protect Noh Hong-철.

As Burt ran down into the yacht's engine room, the rear of the dilapidated yacht shortly began to emit a sputtering sound, culminating in a burst of thick black smoke rising into the air, immediately followed by the roar of the yacht's motor.

She could no longer hold it back. Driven by the thrill of transgression, she gently pushed open the bedroom door and crept stealthily toward the bathroom.

Inside Feng Jianjun's office at CCTV, Su Yue had left long ago, yet the three people seated there remained wrapped in silence.

Just as the conversation was in full swing, Su Yue's cell phone suddenly rang. Picking it up to check, he saw to his surprise that the call was coming from Big Boss Su.

Yang Ming did not pay much mind to this. Back when he lacked money, the infrastructure of the Capital of Delicacies had indeed been far too crude.

Its face was pale and bloated, and both eyeballs were completely gone, leaving behind two bloody, hollow sockets.

Yet this time, the enemy's troop formation and assassins failed to get close enough, and the destiny energy of the Fate-Binding Scroll could not cover the region where the opponent was located at all.

"It seems you are quite confident~" Erina glanced at her with a look of surprise. From any perspective, there was no way Erina could lose to her, so the trump card Alice was relying on must surely be her follower.

"This subordinate wouldn't dare." Came the identical response once more. Truly, there was no knowing how their master had trained them; they were undeniably loyal to a fault, but why did they always seem so utterly incapable of flexibility?

It was a full week after Lin Yuan was discharged from the hospital, and Lin Qizheng's health was also gradually beginning to recover. The doctor stated that after three more days of observation in the hospital, he would be able to return home to recuperate in peace.

Youqin Qingtian had known all along that Baili Ranfeng would eventually return to cause trouble, but he had not expected that this time, the target of his attack would not be himself personally, but rather his subordinates—peripheral figures whose vulnerability made them easy breakthrough points. Doing this was clearly a deliberate attempt to dismantle Youqin Qingtian's sphere of influence.

Fu Jingxing jolted awake from his sleep yet again, forced to rely habitually on alcohol in order to drift into a heavy slumber during the latter half of the night.

Mid-stage Spiritual Communication—this was an expert at the mid-stage of the Spiritual Communication realm, yet the power radiating from his body was far more formidable than the late-stage Spiritual Communication avatar of Iron Tree.

Huang Zheng mobilized the members of the Xuanhuan Sect in a pincer movement from both flanks, and in less than five breaths of time, all four formidable masters were blasted into fragments and swept straight into the Overlord Tongtian Pagoda.

"Second Brother, I grant you permission to lead the troops into battle, but I want you to return safely!" Mei'er uttered these words as she broke away from his embrace. She knew she had no way to stop him from going to war, just as she had been powerless to stop him from falling in love with her.

That son of hers was merely a good-for-nothing weakling destined to amount to nothing; before long, he would likely be shipped abroad and left to fend for himself and rot.

He had secretly linked Yao Xi's cell phone to his own, ensuring that even if she refused to tell him, he would still be able to track her down.

"Audacious! How dare you question the Holy Lord's words?" The armored guard standing nearby already had his iron-clad hands raised, moving to envelop Mei'er.

I nodded thoughtfully. A fatal traffic accident was also considered a form of violent death; according to the old man's account, this collision must have been catastrophic. Old man Yan's father had likely died instantly on the spot, perhaps harboring some lingering unfulfilled wish that caused his resentful spirit to linger at home, refusing to disperse.

"Does that mean I can become an official player again?" Li Jiangliu asked with a smile, pointing to the tip of his nose.

The Young Master of the South China Sea Floral Sect stared blankly at the sword-wielding figure with the "edgy" attire standing before him, before immediately thinking: *Even a swordsman with hands devoid of the strength to truss a chicken can parry a heavy strike?* His distorted face was painted with absolute disbelief.

Chen Rong and Lu Cheng shed all airs of superiority, enthusiastically helping to carry children and haul luggage, which utterly thrilled Guan Cheng and his brothers. After all, according to the tales told by Zhou Fengchu and the others, the two men before them were seasoned heroes who had been through countless battles.

Since it wasn't a formal visit to introduce himself to the family, Lu Jiang could not simply show up uninvited at the Feng household to pick up Feng Qingxue, leaving the two of them with no choice but to arrange a meeting at the matchmaker's home.

Without this, the father and son, who depended solely on each other for survival, would lose their only means of livelihood. As it happened, the owner of the chess parlor had called Jiang Fan earlier that day to inform him that someone had specifically requested to play a wager match against him, which directly led to the preceding events.

Upon meeting the Emperor Hantian, Qin Chuan naturally realized how extraordinary years of accumulation could be... yet he found himself utterly puzzled! Where had the Feathered White Dragon gone? How on earth could it have simply vanished?