Chapter 48

After gaining a brief understanding of the situation, Ye Qiu told Hu Xiaoyu to proactively contact someone named Zhang Kaiming when she came tomorrow.

The three boys answered the media's questions earnestly. Wang Junkai looked up inadvertently, caught sight of Xuan Xinxuan, and could not help breaking into a smile.

"What do you mean by 'I don't know'?" Suzuki Sonoko was extremely furious. She had tangled her own mind into a mess and then just shrugged it off—that was simply too much!

Although Shan Xingyu kept launching attacks, his bullets had abysmal accuracy. Meanwhile, the humanoid card spirits on the opposite side, while engaging Shan Xingyu's card spirit, mostly retreated at the slightest touch, and over eighty percent of their attacks were actually aimed at him and his own card spirit.

Finally, when Lin Yan was nearly exhausted and the strength of the noose was approaching its limits, the black sword finally quieted down, and the aura belonging to Elloroti was completely worn away.

Meng Haoming raised an eyebrow, and a stream of metal-element spiritual energy erupted from him. Suddenly, a long sword materialized before him, instantly displaying a terrifying momentum.

At that time, his heart had turned to ashes and he was prepared to die, but he never expected that her husband would actually reduce the dosage of the medicine.

So what if he was the King of Agents? Wasn't the King of Agents made of flesh and blood? Wouldn't the King of Agents feel pain?

Yue Yanglou did not give up. He recalled the entire process from Cen Qingya knocking on the door to encountering the bizarre attack, hoping to find a glimmer of survival.

Slaying a god with a single blade seemed to suggest that the immortals of Kyushu were, to some extent, even more powerful than those Western deities.

Mei'er's vision was blurred. It's you, why is it you? You always wear purple robes; why was it a white robe during that chance encounter?

Since someone from the Dan Sect could arrive at this time, it went without saying that Qin Liang must have tipped them off. However, he probably didn't know yet that Dan Fengsheng was already dead, otherwise the people from the Dan Sect wouldn't have presented their calling card so politely.

The Underworld Emperor turned his gaze toward the silent ruins behind him. He knitted his brows tightly, pressed his toes hard against the hard earth beneath, and his gaze flickered incessantly.

However, the man before him—Uchiha Madara—transcended this world and this era. This man left him completely unable to see through or fathom.

She cast a fleeting, ambiguous glance at Yueying with a bewitching look, without revealing her previous murderous intent, yet Yueying could sense that she would definitely not let her off just like that.

Floating out of the cavern, she looked back from the precipice. The entrance was shrouded in desolate, misty white fog, obscuring the interior. Frowning, she turned back toward the cavern and struck three more aerial palm blasts inward.

What Black Fiend said was probably true. Without the power granted by an immortal body, how could he have lived until now, and remained so youthful and handsome?

He had witnessed the power of Heida firsthand. Since this Thaal had surpassed Heida, he should logically be stronger than him. That being said, how could he fail to leave even a single scratch on Howl-heaven when they fought?

For decades, he had no longer resorted to the practice of sacrificing his sword with blood. He could only rely on Biyu, who ventured deep into the bottom of the Ji-rui Mountain range every half year to shed blood for repairs, slightly subduing the raging fire by a fraction or two, allowing the light barrier to endure for many more years without the nourishment of its master's primordial blood.

However, I had anticipated such an outcome. Just as we were talking, Mu Meiqing's call came through. Over the phone, she said she was bringing a large group of people from No. 13 High School along with the Crown Prince, assuring me there would be absolutely no problem. Hearing that, I finally felt at ease.

At this moment, the only word that could possibly cross their minds was perhaps: run! Just imagine, not even a shadow of the plane wreckage was in sight yet, and their side had already suffered such heavy losses. Therefore, they now only wanted to flee this terrifying region; they no longer wanted to search for any plane wreckage.

Come to think of it, Madman was truly willful. He had assumed that such a major event would require at least ten days to half a month of preparation before reporting, yet this guy just showed up on a whim. Did this fellow really treat it as a spur-of-the-moment trip?

It was not hard to see that Qiu Mu had anticipated Han You's movement trajectory in advance when casting this skill, and his prediction was extremely precise.

The reactions of the three individuals in the arena were completely different. Chen Bo frowned slightly, then immediately brandished the Yang Walking technique and pursued them, since he still understood the principle of cutting weeds and eliminating the roots.

In such a short span of time, he suddenly figured it out—compared to an opportunity that could make Qiu Mu make a fool of himself in public, pride seemed, rather surprisingly, not to matter all that much anymore.

The two people inside the tent paused for a moment before a burst of loud laughter rang out. Immediately afterward, an illusory figure materialized before them, and upon closer inspection, it was none other than Soul-Eater.

He sat down as well, preparing to regulate his breathing through meditation. For some reason, he simply could not calm his mind today; he had a lingering feeling that something was going to happen. But what on earth could it be? He himself had no idea.

As Ray was making repairs, a gush of hot water suddenly sprayed straight out of the showerhead. Ray felt the water was a bit too hot, and then realized Blake hadn't turned off the hot water valve all along. However, the pipes should be fixed now.

Just at that moment, with a sharp "click," he looked down and saw that another bear trap had somehow appeared beneath his feet, trapping him firmly in place.

Qin Feng gazed at the fallen Son of Heaven on the stage, astonished in his heart. He hadn't perceived the time-stoppage just a moment ago at all.

"I truly never imagined there would be such a vast collection of treasures in a bar. Might Boss Qin be so kind as to take us around to appreciate them?" Mu Xiaobai said with a slightly excited expression.

That icy ring shot forth in an instant, freezing the heavens and earth instantly, and the space was filled with a bone-chilling cold.

True to form, Wu Changan, much like many unfaithful men who had tasted sweetness, would sneak off to fool around with Kang Baohong during the lunch break whenever he had free time.

The exact same thing was playing out successively in different places. These scenes were being broadcast directly to local stations via cameras. The vast majority of viewers in Huan'an City witnessed the reporter's predicament.

The Spirit Fiend Tribe and the Guihong Sect had been locked in a stalemate in Chihu City for many years, but a full-scale war had never erupted, nor had they fought to the death. Thus, it was clearly inappropriate to deal a fatal blow to them at this time.

Fuming with anger as she stepped out of the family quarters, she spotted that stubborn block of wood that always infuriated her, standing there like a wooden stake.