Chapter 26

Yet, intuition told Yan Xi that Li Xin was not a bloodthirsty vengeful spirit, but an ethereal, exiled immortal.

This battle was incredibly fierce; whoever showed fear or retreated even half a step would be seized upon by the opponent and instantly slain. Only by pressing forward, swearing to never yield, and fighting with one's life on the line could one hope to endure to the end and emerge the ultimate victor.

His stomach was still churning, acid rising relentlessly; he felt as though he were on the verge of falling apart.

Xuan, the sword spirit, led Wu Yun inside. The interior was even more opulent, with rare curios scattered everywhere. The walls and various surfaces were inlaid with Essence Stones and Spirit Stones, and strange murals hung about. Wu Yun had no idea what these murals were meant to depict.

Elsewhere, on the path to the playground, Lu Xiaoran rushed like a youth chasing the wind. His gait was frantic, every cell in his body trembling, his hands and feet cold as if covered in a layer of thousand-year-old frost.

After all, there are many ways to mask chakra perception, not limited to scientific ninja tools. However, for a SkyNet tracker to mask chakra perception, it must rely on scientific ninja tools.

Although she did not read the comments below, she could easily imagine what they said.

It was time to feed them some "dog food"; she had come along with another purpose: to take photos of the two of them and attract more fans who were only there for their looks.

In An Qimin’s eyes, there was nothing but heartache and guilt. If he had followed along, could he have noticed when the disturbance occurred inside?

"Brother, are we setting off for the Sirius Star Domain now?" With this matter concluded, Lu Fei had nothing else to do; now, his only desire was to rescue Shen Jie and Jiu Ling as soon as possible, then level the Sirius Star Domain.

"Niohuru? Consort Xi?" Ulanara paused, repeating what Huizhu had said in a daze.

The Emperor, whose heart is unfathomable, and Magistrate Zhu, who kills the chicken to scare the monkey—these represent the greatest power in the Great Zhou Dynasty. There are too few who can contend with them; families like that of Gu Shibanniang are merely mayflies trying to topple a giant tree, completely powerless to resist.

Hong'er sighed upon hearing this and said, "Zi'er, tell your sisters, how do you feel about Dong Yong?" For these past few days, they had all noticed how especially close Zi'er was to Dong Yong.

His voice was low, his hot breath grazing Gu Shibanniang’s earlobe. Combined with this ambiguous remark, Gu Shibanniang’s face flushed instantly, and she raised her hand to push him away.

Gu Shibanniang smiled at this. Peng Yizhen, the head manager, clearly did not spend much time here, and he hadn't hired another manager. In that case, as the processing master, she was likely the one in charge of the Peng Family Pharmacy.

"Hmph, I admit defeat for today. Even though I'm injured, do you really think your cultivation is enough to beat me? Without Lu Fei, you are nothing," Jiang Xue'er sneered.

Given that there was a certain issue that was difficult to debate in broad daylight, Xi Yan found it hard to speak up, and so the journey back was marked by a somewhat heavy silence.

"I know you have no ambition, but I beg you! Save them. I don't want to see them continue to be used as tools for murder; they are living, breathing human beings!" Having said this, he let go, drew a dagger from his person, pulled open the lapels of his robe, and bared his pale chest.

After Tokisaki Kurumi became a Spirit, life was not easy for her. And for Tokiya to take a Tokisaki Kurumi who had already been conquered at a certain point in time to conquer other versions of her at different points in time was no simple task.

The door was secured with a copper lock. While the Evil Spirit Dagger could break the lock, it would inevitably make a sound, alerting the thugs inside the suite.

"These are even more comprehensive than what I have at home. I never thought the Deacon would be so well-versed in this craft." Wang Chang looked at the tools, full of praise, his eyes burning with fervor.

Mo Xuan was locked in a struggle with the person before her when an assassin lunged from behind. A thick arm clamped around her throat; lacking the strength to break the chokehold, she was pinned as the man in front lunged with a blade, the tip aimed directly at her heart.

Once the conversation concluded, the figures of the group dispersed one by one. Not until the last image vanished did Zhang Heng rub his temples in exhaustion, yet a cold smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

However, these videos did not remain on the internet for long before they were all deleted. Yet, it was precisely because of this that the gossip-hungry souls of countless people were ignited. Some claimed they were new weapons developed by the British, others said it was superheroes battling evil forces; the theories were endless.

Assisting the 7th Army was the 8th Army. After occupying the Malay Peninsula, the 8th Army would head north through the peninsula into Thailand.

"The Blue Sky has perished; the Yellow Sky shall rise. In the year of Jiazi, the world shall find great prosperity. Let us, for the sake of the countless suffering masses, revolt against this unjust Blue Sky. Let us establish a Yellow Sky where everyone is equal and all is fair," Zhang Jiao declared passionately.

"As expected, the Aio Society was here for the T-1." Zhang Heng paced before the window, coldly watching the two hurry out of the hotel and climb into a black sedan, only then withdrawing his gaze.

Having said this, he joyfully pulled Ranzhi, who stood beside him, into an embrace, laughing: "Now all is well; Ranzhi no longer has any connection to that person, and no matter who comes, they have no argument left."