Volume 1 Chapter 33: A Persistent Specter

No matter how Lu Zhaochuan sneered and jeered, Shen Du paid no attention to his words. He carried Lin Zhiyu away directly, showing not a hint of annoyance. Watching their retreating figures, Lu Zhaochuan felt uneasy once again. He had seen clearly from upstairs just moments ago; the room was perfectly tidy, and both Lin Zhiyu and the man were fully dressed—it was obvious that they were innocent.

The middle-aged man had naturally employed extraordinary means to become the lord of Xuefei City; otherwise, how could he, a mere level-six warrior, ever become the ruler of a frontier city? Watching Tianxin walk toward him step by step, the middle-aged man felt a surge of panic.

Tianxin and his companions walked through the Mieshen Mountain Range. With its lush green valleys and beautiful scenery, it was hard to imagine that a war of the gods had once taken place there.

"Breathe, my foot! Get back to class, all of you!" Shu Ganglie glared, shouting viciously.

Situ Yun felt a sudden chill and, startled, hurriedly dodged the peanut, which was imbued with killing intent.

"Let us hope so!" the old man replied indifferently, as the second wave of the thunder tribulation began to take shape.

Having eaten only half a meal, Jiang Nuan, unwilling to return to the prince's mansion to face the demons so early, led A-Wen around, specifically seeking out places that sold food.

Crystal’s chest heaved violently, her lips pressed tightly together, her eyes filled with intense hatred.

Zi Ling sighed inwardly. Yuchi Linyu had seen her intervene after all; in such a critical moment, she simply could not bear to see Potato fall to the ground in such a manner.

Baili Linchen pulled the military command token from his waist and held it out toward Chen Zhongtian, his dark eyes cold and ruthless. The implication was clear: he was using the token to coerce Chen Zhongtian into action.

Behind the entryway was a row of sofas. Inside the sofas hung a beaded curtain, and through it lay a spacious, grand double bed. The curtains were drawn, and the chandelier cast a soft glow, giving the room a warm atmosphere.

Sikong Yanfei looked down at Hanyue in his arms. Her fair face was smudged with black soot; clearly, she had been spending all her time on the city walls and had no time to groom herself.

Lin Rongshen sensed my fear. He patted my shoulder twice without saying much, nor did he force me to look, though he gazed at Lin Haixin’s tombstone with a complex expression.

Men die for wealth just as birds die for food. How much money could the famous Kessef of Yage City possibly have? Even if he wasn't as wealthy as a nation, he would certainly not disappoint them.

She stood frozen there. After a while, I turned her around and discovered she was crying—weeping silently.

Hanyue’s gaze fell directly upon them, open and candid, making them feel increasingly uncomfortable under her stare.

However, the fat policeman, having been bitten by me earlier, was now very cautious and wouldn't let me get close. Moreover, being a policeman, he moved with great agility.

To Yin Qingyu’s surprise, Xiang Feng had also come. Honestly, why did the people he disliked always hover before his eyes?

But Iron Mask used an old-fashioned shotgun. Although he had to reload the ammunition and iron pellets after every shot, the blast he had just fired had sent countless pellets scattering.

Wang Qiao’s chessboard already showed signs of decline, yet he persisted, refusing to give up. His steadfast quality was so moving that it made Wen Ruixiu drowsy.

He had said to ask more questions, not to seek more opinions, meaning they had to discern for themselves which of the Inca sect leader’s words were useful and which were not, so as not to be misled by irrelevant advice.

"Oh, alright. Does anyone else have anything to add?" After scanning the people beside the centurion and seeing everyone shake their heads, Liu Fan turned his gaze toward the Divine Tiger Army.