Volume 1, Chapter 28: My Heart Is Missing

"Return to Xianyang!" The Mausoleum of the First Qin Emperor groaned in agony amidst the flames. A satisfied smile played on Xiang Yu’s lips as he issued the order for the Chu army to retreat.

Emperor Yancha of the Blazing Sand Empire was composed, and so was Yan Ren. Even Lin Xun, the vice-dean of Constantine Academy—who was a powerhouse at the Tianluo Realm and whose disciple had been severely wounded—spoke in vague, ambiguous terms, as if every sentence he uttered was merely filler laden with hidden implications.

"General Zhang, you are too kind. Please!" Lin Feng patted the General’s shoulder nonchalantly, leading Xiao Qi and the others into the oasis alongside him.

Furthermore, Black Armor had not only sprouted an extra pair of arms from his ribs, but a scorpion-like tail had also emerged from his coccyx. It swayed continuously with his every movement, poised and ready to strike at any moment.

"Really?" Tiankong Xiang found it hard to believe. Recalling the power of the Ancestral Thunder Seal's previous strike, he realized that now, having reached the peak grade of Red Severance, its sharpness might even rival that of a Yellow Severance peak-grade weapon.

The black tight-fitting suit accentuated a capable and cold temperament, while beneath the black veil, a charming face was faintly visible. The eyes, which had always exuded a savage aura, now showed a trace of confusion and fragility.

Yu Mo hurriedly sat up from the bed, supporting Leng Xuanye, and looked at the old worker with a face full of concern. Feng Yichen had vanished—how could he have just disappeared?

"Resist with your spiritual power. If you don't want your Star Core to shatter, withdraw your Star Energy immediately," Tiankong Xiang said slowly. The Star-Shattering Realm was truly extraordinary; a mere wisp of its pressure was enough to shatter a person's Star Core. So, this was the meaning of the Star-Shattering Realm—the shattering of stars.

Left alone to face the siege of many, the two of them could only retreat while fighting. The game on the court gradually ground to a halt due to the commotion on the sidelines. Someone let out a loud roar, "A fight broke out!" More and more soldiers began to gather, with some even joining the fray, and the scene descended into increasing chaos.

The young man's voice was imbued with profound internal energy, suppressing the noise of nearly ten thousand martial artists with a single utterance. Clearly, his cultivation level far surpassed everyone present.

King Xuan set off for the disaster-stricken area that very day. He had intended to send word to her after visiting the Western Palace, but since he had already seen her, there was no need for such plans.

Ultimately unable to let go of her concern for Yan Yun, Xu Yuan was led to visit the maid who had tripped and fallen while rushing out of Yan Yun’s room, only then learning the cause of the incident.

Hinata Ayako, dragging her severely wounded body, raised a hand toward his position and unleashed her illusion and sensory manipulation abilities.

"This arm belongs to your founder, Patriarch Yaoxian! He committed countless evils and wreaked havoc upon the martial world; he has now been purged by us." Qin Zheng slammed the door open and stepped out, his voice resounding like thunder, deepening the shock already etched on everyone’s faces.

Jin Chu despised Zhou Qingyang’s hypocrisy and self-deception. As a man who lacked integrity, he was inevitably plagued by all the greed, desire, and obsession inherent in human nature.

However, her spatial capacity was still limited; she likely could not yet store the weapons of an entire island.

As expected, the group of five scoured the entire back mountain but found no trace of the thousand-year-old ganoderma.

The youth lost consciousness amidst the boundless pain, slipping into a stupor. It was as if he had entered an infinite expanse of space and time, surrounded by nothingness.

Cui Shi sensed something unusual. It seemed the trouble this family faced was not merely a matter of unpaid debts.

"Human-Faced Red Demon Lion, do you really think the Savage Dragon will spare you once this is over?" Chen Mo asked calmly.

"Bang!" With a single shot, Wu Xuan pierced the head of the lead zombie, the bullet continuing on to penetrate the body of the one behind it.

Refusing to believe it, he rejected the result, waved his hand, and ordered his men to find a new batch of bonsai pines.

"He has communicated with me. Although the investors have changed, I do not wish to be acquired." Despite Zhang Tao’s honest appearance and high hairline, he was no fool, even if they were alumni.

Shuzhen made up her mind, and the three sisters-in-law set to work. Within a few days, Wu Liguo, Old Yang, Wu Hao, Wei Lai, and Dong Shu were all outfitted with cotton-padded jackets, trousers, and quilts that looked as patched and faded as ever on the outside, but were filled with warm, brand-new cotton on the inside.

Lianshan felt that his brother-in-law’s idea—to severely punish the mastermind behind the attempted murder and mobilize the commune members to drive that detestable family who raised such a killer out of the village—was highly reliable.

Seeing this, Tang Xiao did not hesitate any longer; he pulled the car door open and stepped inside.

Only after getting into the car did my heart finally settle. This catastrophe, at least for the moment, had been weathered without further incident.

The refined steel armor on his body was gone, save for the reinforced sections. His exposed skin was covered in spiral-shaped bloody gashes, pulsing as they bled.

Sighing, Duke Vasari prepared to rest, but Lisa’s shouting could be heard from outside the bedroom.

Taotao did not hesitate to click "upgrade," and when the word "confirm" appeared in her mind, she tapped it again.

"You—you stay away!" From her subconscious, Xiao Yao seemed to reject the approach of this figure with extreme aversion.

Xue Ya was dragged out of the Shen Family Clinic by Xue Chen. Only at the entrance did she manage to break free from his grasp.

They liked the ruthlessness in Feng Ya’s character, but this unfamiliar sensation also made them inexplicably afraid.

Just then, a low-flying object darted through the air. A mere moment later, it pierced through Chu Shen's head. Blood gushed like a fountain from his severed neck until his entire body withered away.