Chapter 55 Revealing the Truth

Thousands of onlookers were stunned; although victory had been anticipated, no one expected the giant python to be slain with a single, decisive strike. The massive serpent’s body was shattered into countless scales, blood raining down like a storm, and fragments of flesh clearly visible everywhere.

One day in mid-April, Lin Chen had just returned from wiping out a group of third-level zombies when he unexpectedly received a notification from the defense office.

On the surface, it seemed like a stalemate—neither side dodged; Aludiba could not evade either, and both exchanged solid blows.

"Yes, Master!" Sandra Vicky responded respectfully, then rose and walked behind Brother Wuyou, her expression obedient.

Liu Kehong led the fleet on a spatial jump that landed precisely on the battlefront controlled by the Zerg super queen, Amida. Just as the fleet completed the jump, Amida’s underlings detected the target.

Speaking of battle, the officers present suddenly brightened with excitement. After all, how many soldiers don’t yearn for the chance to prove themselves on the battlefield rather than being stuck training in frustration?

When the lights came on, Ace spotted Old Nelson, who was also looking at him. Ace smiled and quickly took a step toward the warriors’ substitute bench.

“What’s wrong? Did something happen?” Zhou Dong’s voice came through the phone.

“Uh-uh-uh,” suddenly, sharp-eyed Kakun noticed Brother Wuyou’s somewhat improper or downright rude movements and began to make urgent sounds.

“Trying to catch me? Hmph!” Li Yifan snorted coldly. With a flick of his staff, he cast a soaring spell and leapt into the air. But before he could ascend ten meters, a swirling wind tightly ensnared him, preventing any movement. It was Fu Yi arriving just in time to intervene.

At that moment, Yihan suddenly recalled something and hurriedly leaned in. Deer Sen saw the two sneaking close together and, puzzled, squeezed in.

“Your Majesty, may I give it a try?” Qingyun’s gentle and beautiful smile brought an inexplicable sense of comfort.

She curved her red lips, not showing the slightest anger, and silently withdrew three checks from her pocket.

Zhang Huaitu was indifferent; after all, he couldn’t let the wine intoxicate him. With a slight exertion of internal energy, he could dispel the effects of the alcohol.

During this time, Ma Xiaoling and I kept our focus on the bronze mirror. I noticed that the snake-headed, human-bodied creatures in the swamp were starting to sink into the marsh. It seemed they feared daylight and were preparing to rest.

The duration was not long; by the time villagers returned to the village, the police had already been alerted and arrived.

In front of Zhou Donghuang, Yang Yunji displayed great enthusiasm. Yet, when mentioned, his gaze revealed a hint of disdain.

In his previous life, Zhou Donghuang had reached the pinnacle of the ‘Celestial Being’ realm, unrivaled across the universe.

However, this guy was really excessive; he cut off his speech midway without explanation and was busy with work yet deliberately “picking fights”—clearly making things difficult for me.

At first, Zhao Wan’s father didn’t take her running away seriously, assuming she had gone to her mother’s place. It wasn’t until the fifth day that he received some photos and videos.

Hearing everyone’s addresses, she finally realized it was real—she had truly followed Ye Chen You and become the young madam of the Narong Immortal Clan.

Ji Fan remained silent. Gao Yuan knew their relationship was complicated. Ji Fan was originally a police officer and understood the law better than he did.

The romantic fantasy of walking in the rain vanished; Bai Manwei fiercely threw herself into the arms of the villainous Snake, twisting his arm hard.

After passing the swamp, Zhou Youting faced a minefield ahead. Though not far, the few dozen meters were even more treacherous than the marsh.

The Eighth Concubine was most frustrated by her inability to seriously contend with Yu Qin. Being compared to Shu Yao embarrassed her; she was more capable, more knowledgeable, and equally favored by the Eighth Prince than Shu Yao.

A few days later, Shen Yuanfeng accompanied A Xing to the farmhouse. Upon entering, they saw Steward Zhou running wildly toward them, looking as if he had just found gold.

Tao Fei kept pushing Tao Bao’s head, evading her “attacks.” Tao Bao let him push her without concern, not minding her disheveled hair.

Behind her followed the psychic warriors, General Manager Yang, Director Hao, and others. The large group stormed into the conference hall, startling the anxiously waiting leader and others.

“The immortal means... the Guan family has already survived the catastrophe?” The matriarch immediately asked with joy.

Time passed slowly, but five days ago, Old Lu was killed by a dry ice bomb while napping. Truly, misfortune falls upon one even while sitting at home.

“Phew, thanks to this suit of armor, I’m still alive.” Tang Ming, who barely survived, still shuddered recalling the massive explosion moments earlier.

Two groups were fiercely fighting below: one was the fleeing remnants of the bandit-scaled demon apes; the other, an old acquaintance of Du Qianjie—the Snow Elf Clan.

Sure enough, in the blink of an eye, that person seemed to be flung away by some force, retreating beyond the fan-shaped attack zone and even away from the fire-lit mountain spirit.

He always spoke as if questioning, aggressively, leaving no room for others to negotiate.

Tang Chenghao felt strange today, especially in the way he addressed me. He had never used my full name before.

That emotion gradually spread. Su Yang suddenly harbored a particularly terrifying thought, and the feeling expanded bit by bit. This time, Su Yang was determined not to stand by and watch Nuqi come to harm.

Because as soon as they approached the fold space, those psychics, like dogs with noses, would immediately track their signals. Once located, the psychics would strike without giving Su Yang and the others any chance to escape.

A gentleman loves wealth but acquires it by proper means. This money wasn’t ill-gotten but a reward for helping others. Of course, this owed much to Daoist Jingyang. Yet he didn’t care about the money, saying it was merely an external thing and only asked for half of it.