Volume 1, Chapter 22: The Assassin Sent by the Chen Family

At that time, those puppets were nothing more than suits of armor; it was hard to say which was superior, as each had its own strengths.

Outside, the long river suddenly surged, its waters roiling as if ready to burst, brewing a storm that rumbled like thunder.

"I don't care if you're dealing with a romantic entanglement or not; I'm not having lunch with you." Su Wei finished her sentence and prepared to hang up.

When Shen Zi'an saw that the person stepping out of the car was Tian Feng, his expression immediately darkened. If it had been anyone else, even in his current fallen state, he might have turned a blind eye.

Her arms were wrapped around his neck, her head resting lightly against his broad shoulder. All she could smell was the scent of pine and cypress radiating from his skin—warm, and inexplicably tinged with sweetness.

"Qi Ling, both of you are too eye-catching. You can both speak, and the ones being targeted will be you two." Qi Yueyao stared at the city guard hiding in the shadows, knowing full well that while they were after Qi Ling and Qi Hua, she would likely be the one killed on the spot.

Lakeman also impatiently drew the weapon at his waist. Just like Fatis, Lakeman was also skilled in using this sharp one-handed sword.

"Who stole the fruit? I emphasized repeatedly not to enter the orchard and not to destroy other people's property. Did you all treat my words as wind? Who exactly stole it?" Director Yu asked, furious.

The guests below watched Prince Qing, Xi Zhe, as he left midway through the banquet, then glanced at the expressionless Prince Duan, and finally darted a look at the bewildered delegation from the Duoluo Kingdom, unable to guess what the Prince Duan was planning.

Having abandoned the thought of forcibly absorbing Mo Feng's blood, the old vampire reluctantly accepted the reality.

I suspect that the paintings inside depict the scene of a great war between this kingdom and another. As for which side was this ancient civilization that collapsed a thousand years ago, I cannot tell.

"I'm idle anyway, so I might as well have some fun forming an idol group. We must sign them, absolutely!" After dropping this statement, Zhang Jin sauntered off to the magazine office next door to kill time.

I think if I hadn't met him before, I would never have believed that this homeless fool was, just a few days ago, the CEO of a major company with a net worth of over a hundred million.

The sensation of swaying continued, but my consciousness slowly began to clear.

"Make it clean." Captain Yang watched Lyle move out of sight, his face wearing a sneer of cold gloom.

***

"Haha, so that's it! I understand now, Brother Benchu, thank you!" Liu Tianhao suddenly realized something and laughed heartily.

With the four fiends gathered and two god-slayers—Accelerator and myself—on our side, seeking revenge against the Five Emperors was not entirely impossible.

Seeing those overwhelming numbers of people captured by me in an instant, my smile grew even brighter; this was the result I wanted.

Huang Jiabing used his death to pave the way for Chen Xingyu's promotion, allowing him to achieve a monumental merit during a 'peaceful' time devoid of combat.

Having narrowly escaped death, Meng Luo focused all his attention on the game, but the team fight was already reaching its conclusion; Twisted Fate, Vayne, and Kha'Zix had all met their inevitable end.

As soon as the words fell, the Spirit Emperor's figure vanished, leaving Shen Sisi standing there in a daze.

Following the incantation to seal the process, crystal-clear medicinal pills leapt into the prepared jade bottles.

This "Yin-Yang Black Fiend Hand" is an extremely vicious technique; those struck by it will turn half-black and half-purple, eventually dying from the corruption of their vital energy and blood.

The Bo warriors had been holding their breath for a long time, having long found them insufferable. Helpless, their high-ranking leaders had been cowardly, suppressing any resistance and allowing the White Lotus to run wild. Now that they finally encountered someone strong enough to lead them, they immediately grabbed their weapons and rushed forward in a clamor.

Lin Feng curled his lip. Although he didn't mind, there were simply too many rules. But there was no help for it; since she was the Senior Martial Sister, Lin Feng could only obey.

As he spoke, he gave Murong Qing a deep, scrutinizing look from head to toe, his "Yin-Yang Buddha Eye" sweeping over her.

With the sudden rise of Beichuan Xuanji and his previous disposition, the Beichuan Ancestor still held a glimmer of hope for this descendant.

Watching the rain of swords falling from the sky, Ye Kai would not sit idly by. With a cold snort, he spat out the Banana Leaf Fan and swung it fiercely upward. In that instant, he formed a seal with his hands, and the cyan lotus pedestal flew toward the puppet.

However, people waited for a long time without seeing any further movement. Many went to investigate the place where the spiritual energy had appeared, digging three feet deep, but they found nothing.

Good heavens, this creature had barely finished proving its own words before opening its beak to demand spiritual milk as a reward.

***

Tang Ming had arrived at Ghost Willow Island, but he was not an artisan and did not know how to craft puppets. Even if he obtained the secret scrolls, he would likely be unable to understand their contents.

Therefore, it is rare for fox demons to use their tails to attack enemies. The fact that someone like Tang Ming could use his tail to block the War Demon's warhammer was completely beyond the Red Leaf Fiend's expectations.

Of course, as guests and spiritual idols respected by these soldiers, Jeff and his companions naturally did not nitpick. It must be said that Jeff's carefree, straightforward personality played a significant role in buffering the situation.

There was no helping it; by the time Ye Yan waved his hand to stop them, they had already flown out of sight, impossible to catch.

For a man—a real man with grit—dreaming of having three thousand beauties in his harem is not a heinous sin, but a matter of human nature.

The outer layer of vital energy in his sea of consciousness had already been torn open by the Shadow's mental blade. The Shadow's mental attack had surged into Lin Yi's sea of consciousness, smugly preparing to wreak havoc, when suddenly a faint light shot out from the yellow glow within Lin Yi's mind.

Although Ye Fei's temper was flaring, he hadn't lost his mind. With a wave of his hand, Chen Xuance sat down, looking somewhat unwilling.

The implication was that cooperation is cooperation, but once the common enemy is eliminated, they would draw clear boundaries and go their separate ways.

"What? There is a second city wall inside? Did those elephant cavalry that charged in not manage to break through the gate again?" Wang Mo asked in shock.

If he chose to make an enemy of Ship, Ronald knew the hope of victory was extremely slim. He would likely never see the white horizon rising at dawn again.

"Senior Sister, is this truly the image left behind by the Chess Ancestor, Black and White Zi?" Han Feng asked instead of answering, his expression somewhat strange.