Chapter 68: Earth-Shattering Bad News
Since it was this fellow, could it be that the difficult situation just now was caused by this young man charging in? Where did this guy escape to through the pipeline? The sniper searched all around for a long time but still couldn’t find the young man.
Meanwhile, after Zhou Yunchuan and his group broke in, they quickly ran into Ma Wenjie’s men, and the two sides were already engaged in a fierce fight.
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As he finished speaking, Alice giggled beside him, then shook her head, clearly disagreeing with his statement. As his words faded, he extended a slender forefinger and gently tapped Zhuang Yiman’s red lips.
Wuxin cast a calm glance over, hesitated for a moment, then finally let go of the reins and walked along the ridge between the fields.
The Daoist Master Lyu Yuanzhi, with his bald head and clean-shaven face, wore plain white robes, looking rather out of place. Even more astonishing was the Soul-Chasing Boy, barely three feet tall, resembling a child, yet his eyes shone with a piercing light that made him seem formidable and hard to approach.
In this world, only the dead can keep secrets. In a country that claims freedom, people can still vanish without a trace. If she hadn’t shown mercy in a moment of compassion, that doctor would have been dead long ago.
“The Alliance Leader still has the Bone Flute, doesn’t he? Once the Twelve Profound Immortals are complete, I’ll recall Brother Bai. Then, as long as the Alliance Leader sounds the Bone Flute, all of Qi Shuming’s efforts will be for naught!” Master Dustbane said with a laugh.
“All right then,” Su Chen reluctantly agreed, reaching out to take the sheet covered in handwriting.
The man stood up abruptly, headed upstairs without the slightest courtesy, and left behind only a single command: “Steward, take the second young master to the hospital. If he can’t be cured, don’t come back.” He just wanted a couple of peaceful days.
But taking on a master was different; the traditional bond between master and disciple was meant to last a lifetime.
Above, the endless sea of fireclouds was pierced straight through, revealing a clear blue sky. Below, the pillar of fire continued to erupt, but was forcefully suppressed to a mere hundred feet, unable to regain its former glory.
“Come, sit.” Jiang Ciyun’s tone was unreadable. He continued drinking, shifting over to make space for me.
Most of the martial artists in the competition were visibly delighted; after all, qualifying for the King’s Battle meant receiving a handsome reward.
Fine snowflakes drifted down. On Jiang Ciyun’s smooth hair, the snow continued to gather. Tall and striking, with his eyes half-lidded, his long lashes veiled the entrancing depths of his gaze.
The man’s well-defined waist seemed even more pronounced than before. I couldn’t tell whether he was wearing anything underneath. Though he was sitting there so nonchalantly, he exuded a fatal allure.
Suddenly, the electronic door behind them slid open without warning. The young man released his grip, and the two darted through the door, their figures vanishing from sight.
“Why don’t you ask your brother’s wife and children what virtuous deeds they’ve done?” Zhang Mei sneered coldly, her eyes brimming with venom and spite.
Some claimed that the Immortal Path was the most suitable way for humans to cultivate, and even the demons could follow it. Yet those who walked the Immortal Path rarely lived among the tribes; when disaster struck, they were never there in time to protect them.
When the customer behind Xu Mu left, Jiang Ciyun and I took that spot.
Though not as gifted as many geniuses, it was still quite an achievement. Many martial artists spend their entire lives unable to break through to the Transcendent Realm, let alone the Heaven and Man Realm.
The slender sword in her hand trembled with her delicate arm, filled with defiance and surging with resilience. Yet, after days of relentless battle, her sword energy and spirit were nearly depleted; otherwise, this Killing Arhat would never have gained the upper hand today.
On Di Ting’s body, white fur flew everywhere. When he struck with a paw, even the earth trembled. The once dark red ground was shattered by the massive blow, splitting into countless cracks like a spider’s web.