Chapter 57: The Sneak Attack

Thinking at this point, Ye Bingyin suddenly remembered that there was still one matter he had not told Di Yun. Perhaps this clue was of great importance to Di Yun; yet if this indeed was the clue Di Yun was looking for, then the situation would become complicated.

"By the way, I've thought of a way. But why are you asking about this?" Beiming Zhan suddenly said.

"Aren't we going to avenge Brother Liang?" Yingying slightly knitted her willow-like brows, suddenly realizing that she did not understand Chu Yang as well as she had thought.

The next morning, when everyone saw Quan Quan's exhausted look, they could not help casting strange glances at Ruan Yunyun, their faces bearing knowing, mocking smiles.

"Follow me from now on!" The prison guard looked at Chu Yang and said. After all, a young man with such formidable combat skills as Chu Yang was the prime candidate for a henchman and enforcer. First, they were young; second, they were naive, making them excellent tools to be used as guns, and practically all of them were fiercely loyal.

"Yun Muyang, you really are not just ordinarily foolish. The other gift is, of course, the baby in my belly," Mo Wushuang said with utmost confidence, pointing a finger at her own abdomen.

Feng Fan gripped the broadsword in his hand tightly, staring intently at Old Man Qian. A formidable aura radiated outward in that instant. Old Man Qian and the few individuals closest to Feng Fan felt a suffocating pressure imprisoning their body and mind, and an extremely oppressive sensation surged into their hearts.

As for the Zhepeng Academy and Zongheng Academy teams, which had already caught their attention, they did not disappoint Quan Quan and the others. They bloomed with dazzling brilliance and strength during the preliminary matches, seemingly lagging little behind the Four Seas Academy.

"Team leader..." Hearing the shout, the head of Class Seven turned his head. When he saw the hunting arrow piercing through Yi Yang's chest, he was so shocked that he didn't even notice the gun dropping from his hand to the ground.

"The Fierce Ghost Soul Banner!" The elderly man in green stopped and cried out in alarm. The shock this time was even more intense than when he had discovered the celestial-demonic treasure in his opponent's hands just moments before.

Waiting until the soul power within his body had barely recovered to a sufficient level, Chu Qiao's spiritual perception quietly spread outward, beginning to make contact with the Titan Giant Ape's soul ring.

The proprietor and attendants of Area Jia had long been kneeling in a row before the entrance to welcome him. Jin Xun walked straight through the doors without even sparing them a glance.

After all, while outsiders might be unaware, those within the inner circle knew very well that Mainland Cinemas was entirely an asset of Xitian.

Looking at Chu Qiao, who was drawing closer and closer to her, to the point where his very breath brushed against her pretty face, countless complex thoughts surged wildly like untamed weeds within Gu Yue's heart.

Her gaze toward Chu Qiao had completely transformed. Although she did not know what method he had used to break through to the strength of a Level 90 Titled Douluo at such a young age, his strength was undeniable; those four words—Titled Douluo—were enough to represent Chu Qiao's potential and foundation.

Though it was certainly still a long time before his father retired, cultivating a master blacksmith would take at least ten or twenty years before she could become a Saint Craftsman.

According to the records in the manual, more than a thousand years ago, the Southern Lihuo Sect accidentally obtained a Vermilion Bird feather deep within a volcano. They mixed it with the essence of underground magma and spent over a decade forging and smelting it before it finally took form.

Later on, she deliberately picked a fight with Shen Yue to further assess his strength, and then exploited his sense of guilt to bind him to a promise to help seek out the medicinal ingredients.

After finishing lunch, Lu Chen and Li Boyue decided to skip mahjong and promptly took their leave from Fu Jianwei and the others, departing the restaurant first.

All three of them possessed the heart to dare battle. If Chen Qing Tian could help them return to the Immortal Venerable Realm just like that, it would truly be wonderful news.

They saw that the patch of flat ground was now a pockmarked expanse of utter devastation. The surrounding barbed wire fences were broken in places, and the isolation glass was covered in dust and smoke, looking as though it had just been subjected to an airstrike.

Upon hearing this, every immortal who had managed to grab a red packet immediately picked up their share, furrowed their brows, and shoved the foul-smelling contents into their mouths with grim endurance.

Much like the earlier situation with Xiang Moyang, a crisp metallic clashing sound suddenly rang out, as if that punch had not landed on Tang Yi's hand, but rather struck a solid block of metal.

After all, if that were the case, Lord Laozi would not have needed to waste words arguing with him like this, and could simply have taken him away directly.

On the other side, Fanchen also surged forward, forming hand seals with both hands as his Dao techniques reached the heavens. Massive waves of sacred light scattered in all directions, dyeing half the sky in a golden hue.

This sensation reminded him of the eve of the Emma Empire's expeditionary fleet invading his homeland back when he was still in the Federation—it was a strikingly similar feeling. Yet there was still a slight difference; back then, his heart had been filled with a fearful dread of failure: if the renowned First Imperial Expeditionary Fleet of the Emma really broke through into their homeland, it would be an utterly unacceptable catastrophe.

Once the fatty figured it out, he could not help but admire the tight control demonstrated by a despotic state like Henryk amidst such a disaster.

"If you dare to touch her, I will never forgive you!" Wu Sanniang was startled into a daze by my roar. She simply lay there on the bed, quietly gazing at me, while I quietly gazed back at her. The air seemed to freeze solid at that very moment, yet neither of us blinked, staring fiercely at one another.

"Where is this place, and why is it so intensely hot?" A sharp gleam flashed through Huang Gang's eyes. As his cultivation power expanded to insulate him against the searing heatwave, his gaze swept searchingly around his surroundings.

My face grew hot, but at that exact moment, he steadily placed the cup into my hands, leaving me with no opening to vent my anger.

Yet when the thought crossed my mind, I realized that true despair belonged only to whoever had to endure it firsthand; it was not something one could simply brush aside with a few casual words.

He picked up a larger cotton cloth and began drying her hair stroke by stroke. "Who did this?" he asked.

Linglan also sighed, cast a sorrowful glance at Song Wei, and then returned to the podium. Without lecturing, she simply seated herself in the chair.

My eye sockets grew red, and tears began to trickle down my cheeks. I stared blankly straight ahead, the hand holding my cigarette trembling almost uncontrollably.

Compared to that Chinese man, the oppressive pressure emanating from the man before him was far from being on the same level.

At this moment, having steadied his figure, the Blood Lord flashed and stopped three meters away from Luo Hao, choosing not to launch another attack for the time being.

He refused to state his stance explicitly, wishing only to pursue better personal development for himself. The implication was already quite obvious: he wanted to see whether I or Li Fei-yang developed better and grew more powerful, and whichever one of us proved stronger was the one he would ultimately assist.