Chapter Ninety-Two: No Need

"Oh? Is that so? Well then, I'll go with you and take a look!" Liu Amin's mood seemed to suddenly improve, and she reached out to wrap her arm around Shu Yiming's shoulder.

Shu Yiming tensed up, instinctively wanting to retreat, but in the next moment he realized Liu Amin's hand was caught in someone's palm.

Shu Ji, eyes red, looked at Liu Amin, her face full of grievance as she coquettishly pleaded:

"I won't pay any mind to your fake righteousness." Tang Zhen replied indifferently, and as he spoke, a gray mist seeped from behind his sunglasses into the eyes of the man before him.

Mugu Ren No. 2 laughed gloomily when he heard this, saying I was overthinking things, and that if I wished, they could even help send me back to days gone by.

"I'll go to see my lord now… Eshin, Puye, you will pay the price for your actions!" The Pope left in triumph, hurrying away.

Everyone watched Tai's gloomy expression, a sudden unease rising in their hearts, especially as Tai abruptly questioned Bitu about the military strength of Leopard City…

"So it's settled then?" Zhenqi excitedly slapped Xin Hongxue as she spoke. The latter nearly toppled from the force of the slap, and Zhenqi awkwardly steadied her, apologizing with a laugh. Xin Hongxue laughed as well, then asked if something had happened in Flying Dragon Hall.

Yu Yanxiao's smile curled one handsome corner of his lips—what a treasure he had. At this crucial moment, he was truly grateful for them. He was just considering how to justify sending Zhou Ying off with Gu Jiang’s help.

"Not tired." Yu Yanxiao's lips arched, not only was he not tired, he felt invigorated, refreshed—years of wishes fulfilled, everything seemed pleasing, every task brought joy.

Yu Yanxiao glanced back at her, shooting two icy daggers her way before continuing forward. Su Huan blinked rapidly, inwardly regretting her fate—how many lifetimes of bad luck had brought her to be targeted by Yu Yanxiao so miserably?

Beside them, Wolf King Klaus slowly drew his sword, his expression vigilant as he watched Ye Tian.

"I'll tell you before you die," the assassin said, his left gauntlet shifting to a gripping form as the right wrist flipped out an energy blade, lunging at Hong Senhe.

Driven to desperation, Wang Xiaoyi could only fight his way back into Hanging Island, rescuing his brothers there.

The bun seller naturally refused to accept defeat, claiming the boss was bluffing. The boss then bet with him—if he could eat them all, the buns would be free. If he failed to eat twenty, he'd pay double.

Suddenly she pulled Yan Su over, stood on tiptoe, closed her eyes, and kissed his cheek.

Lost in thought, they arrived above Shangtai City. Below, the bustling commercial street was teeming with crowds, a mall hosting an event with people everywhere.

Perhaps the atmosphere of the night was more intimate; Gu Sui Feng couldn't control his hands, gently tracing her face as he leaned in for a kiss. His tightly shut eyes, lashes dark and long. Gu Lingyun did not evade, feeling his tender affection. She too closed her eyes, welcoming the soft touch of his tongue.

Wang Xiaoyi felt quite pleased with himself, never realizing that if it were someone else, they'd have picked up on the meaning immediately—instead he was left guessing.

Three true masters floated in the air, manipulating the supreme artifact of the main formation—the Celestial Spirit Pearl! Endless void power stirred heaven and earth, and for a moment the ground shook, mountains and lakes became pieces on a giant board. The immense Patrol Bone Mountain wavered several times before stabilizing, all the Black Tortoise Guards holding axes, halberds, spears, and lances, gazing up at the heavens.

If you fall into Xue Rui's combat rhythm, there is no room to breathe, and you'd be suffocated to death.

Jiang Ping smiled, "Even 'maybe it'll help' is good enough. After all these days, everyone has been helpless against the curse on me."

But this person didn't seem as impulsive as the others, just following along, rarely speaking.