Chapter 39: Sixth Sense

A faint gunshot echoed. The silencer did its job perfectly—the sound was so soft it was almost negligible. At such close range, the quick shot found its mark with precision, striking Biaozi right between the eyes. His face was still lit with joy in that moment.

He fell slowly, without pain, as if drifting into sleep.

Casually, Cao Bin placed the roasted chicken leg back into his spatial pouch, then bent down over Biaozi’s body...

A black-clad assassin emerged from the trees, exuding an overwhelming murderous intent. The sheer power of his presence was almost tangible, enveloping everyone around him.

“Damn it, if I had money, would I be squatting here? Screw you!” Bobo snapped irritably in response to his words.

Jiang Muyun spat several times in quick succession, then, abandoning all decorum, wiped the lingering saliva from his lips with his hand.

Night Dance Frost couldn’t help but think of herself. If she were in that position, she, too, would have given up everything for him—her life, her very identity as an immortal. What difference did it make?

Left Spider frowned at me, clearly sensitive and resistant to this matter.

Other than the few direct disciples of our master, no outsiders knew that Night Dance Frost had once been his pupil.

“Is that really so?” Night Dance Frost knew nothing of her past life. The memories she did possess from a former existence were far from pleasant. If she could, she would gladly erase them and start anew.

I deliberately told the others that Pang Qi had been beaten by Murong Fulei. Each of them, like a brash youth, cursed Murong Fulei’s character and raged at his behavior.

At this moment, Bai Weiyang’s diplomatic skills came into play. Fortunately, the consul was a straightforward young man in his early twenties, seemingly easy to approach. Bai Weiyang respectfully inquired about their intention to purchase merfolk tears.

Why, then, was it impossible to see that her soul did not belong to this world?

“I... I...” His mind felt as though pierced by a thousand needles. Clutching his head, he spoke with excruciating difficulty. Only now did he realize how terrifying the young man seated above him truly was. His eyes darted between Chief Fei and Elder Chai, unsure how to respond.

One must admit, the rumor that had spread was somewhat effective. After Wang Ting and the others left for a few days, a trickle of cultivators began arriving to pledge allegiance. Though their strength was meager, a good beginning was always welcome.

Nagato’s body was pierced by dozens of intravenous tubes, each one carrying a stream of blood-red liquid. No one could tell whether it was being drawn from his body or injected into it.

“Thunder Style—False Darkness!” At that moment, Sasuke made his move. The Water Clone of Zabuza focused all attention on Naruto, which brought him many opportunities. Now, standing atop the water, Zabuza found Thunder Style the most effective attack.

Since the Xi people intended to attack Daxing City once more, why did they suddenly stop? This puzzled Li Ye greatly. Could it be that the Xi had captured Li Yan and intended to exchange her for the city? It seemed a plausible explanation.

His wildly beating heart slowly calmed. He closed his eyes, as if contemplating the final move with utmost focus.

“They’re pathetic. With skills like that, they dare to peddle drugs? I can’t help but admire their nerve!” Su Hu wiped his broadsword as he spoke.

Liu Moyan gazed at him with anticipation and delight, her arm tightly linked around the man’s body with unyielding strength. Yet Duan Jinrui felt no discomfort at all. He sighed inwardly; perhaps he truly would have to reconsider his decision.

“Very well. Since you’ve spoken so frankly, I’ll get straight to the point.” Tang Sanjue’s expression turned serious. “Brother Ye, I’d like to discuss a possible collaboration. Last time, I refused your proposal because my elders had not given their approval. I didn’t dare accept your offer without their consent.”