Chapter Forty-Five: The Three Disciples

His tiger’s mouth was violently torn open by Lantian’s earlier strike, blood steadily seeping from the gash.

Seeing the bandit leader flee, both Gao Changgong and Le Yi, whose anger from being suppressed had yet to subside, instinctively spurred their horses in pursuit. If they allowed this bandit chief to escape today, they would lose face. Besides, bandits seldom forget grudges; letting him go now would only invite endless trouble.

Li Jianhui drove the car beside the canteen and slammed on the brakes. The parking was clearly imprecise, but there was no time to fuss over it.

In sign language, clasping both fists together in a bow means "sorry," while bending the thumb twice in succession signifies "thank you."

Without wasting words, Shi Jin drew his pistol and aimed it at the security guard. If you don’t recognize the gun, what else will you recognize? The guard was dumbfounded.

Having found even the Six-Star True Fire ineffective and utterly helpless, Chen Mo could only endure the torment and await the moment of death and soul’s dissolution.

Wu Yihui had already received enough surprises today; he now only wished to tease Ye Feng, knowing that a man like Ye Feng, once he made a promise, would never take it back.

Seeing Ye Feng’s relaxed and ordinary expression, Xiao Lin couldn’t help but wonder if this was truly his full strength.

However, driving the robbers back into the bank was not wise. Now, the robbers were taking hostages and preparing to break out, while the few police officers who arrived later held their guns but were at a loss.

"This set of chess pieces was gifted by my father, with white jade as the pawns and black lacquer as the pieces—unparalleled in the world," Yelü Chen remarked as he played.

Huo Xiaoran said nothing. After a long silence, he even sat down beside me, his gaze fixed on the faint dawn on the horizon. The sun was already rising above the earth’s edge, the clouds tinged red, yet behind that red shimmered a beautiful white.

Every Taoist who received food bowed slightly, then took their bowls and sat in order at the table, but none began eating immediately.

The king remains the king, still the sovereign of this planet; how could he show mercy toward those who threaten his throne?

Gu Nianxi suddenly stood up to leave but was struck by dizziness, swaying dangerously as she nearly collapsed.

"We are family—no need for such formalities! This matter concerning the sun, you must keep it close to your heart. It can’t be delayed much longer!" The old man’s voice lost its warmth, his face growing stern.

"Vomiting blood means the toxins inside have been cleansed. After returning, a few doses of restorative soup will ensure recovery," Ye Zhen said calmly, as if none of it concerned her. Her tone was casual, as if the threats of swords and military orders had never touched her heart.

Zhi Shan was momentarily stunned. His once casually observing brilliant starry eyes gradually softened into a warm smile, like tender buds quietly sprouting on a tree branch under the spring sun, lazily blooming.

"Weiwei, don’t act rashly," Chu Haoxuan said softly, suppressing his anger. If Su Wei pulls the fuse, they would all be blown to pieces.

"Isn’t there a recording? Perhaps it’s time to expose that big gray wolf’s tail," Huo Xiaoran said coldly.

Only after the sound of the passing car slipped past less than fifty meters away did they dare to lift their heads and observe the distance.

"Thank you, Huihui, come sit!" Jiang Luo quickly invited Huihui and Tiao Yi to the sofa on the west side.

Fu Jincheng and Gao Yunjin toured every corner; Gao Yunjin could find no fault anywhere.

Bai Shuang placed both hands on her knees, forming a mudra resembling an "OK" sign, smiling down at the bowing mortals below, nodding gently: "My Buddha is compassionate, universally saving all beings, bringing blessings to all people and generations, freeing them from fire and water."

With such an attitude, Mu Xuexing had nothing further to say. Taking three steps back, he said, "If that’s the case, let me tell you, if you fall into my hands, you won’t die comfortably," then raised his hand to signal Zhang Chengye.

"Hahaha! Junior sister, there’s a fight here—how could your senior brother be missing?" Zhao Yunshan’s hearty laughter rang out.

The shoes inside the room were neatly arranged, except for a pair of high heels—one by the door, the other half a meter away—standing oddly apart.

Bai Dede quickly turned his back, coughing deeply for a while before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

The classmates burst into laughter. Wu Xuefeng’s face darkened, humiliated by the ridicule. He gritted his teeth, seething as if he wanted to devour Hu Tu.

Unless one had a foundation in martial arts no weaker than that of the Ancient Tomb Sect before cultivating their techniques, avoidance was impossible.

The lucky gem worth ten thousand system gold coins bore no side effects; for Liu Xing, it was an excellent choice.

At first, Qiu Xuan thought Uncle Rong would have a solution, but now seeing Uncle Rong’s thoughtful expression, his heart sank. He realized Uncle Rong had no answers, or he wouldn’t look like this.

That huge tree, as thick as a bowl’s mouth, shook violently from his kick, leaves fluttering down in a cascade.

After recounting the entire ordeal to her grandmother, the old lady nearly fainted. She could never imagine that her honest son could do such a thing. Now, with the family’s sole pillar imprisoned in a correctional facility, she couldn’t envision what life would be like going forward.