Chapter 42: Side Story – Song Yang

With that, he formed hand seals with both hands, continuously tracing bizarre trajectories in the air. An ancient, desolate aura suddenly permeated the entire space. As this aura emerged, everyone's expression shifted.

Therefore, should a fight actually break out, one could hardly say for certain that Chen Feng would easily emerge victorious against them. After all, the strength of Xuanyuan Huihuang back then was roughly on par with these individuals.

The fatty and I let loose and threw ourselves into the fight, our combative blood already fully ignited. If another ten or eight opponents were to come, the two of us would accompany them to the very end. Just as I had finished dealing with another thug, I caught sight of Young Master Deng fleeing wildly toward the exit of the bar.

Everyone present was utterly astonished, staring dumbfounded at Zhu Jian. Had this fellow lost his mind? Even the lackey beside him was bewildered, wondering if the boss had gone mad. Wasn't this the exact mockery I had directed at Chen Feng? Why was the boss taking it seriously himself?

It was all for the best that caution had ultimately proved unnecessary. Ye Zhu's spiritual consciousness closely pursued that trace of intent which was about to vanish completely, waiting only for it to be utterly pulverized so that he could set his mind at ease and refine the vital essence he had not yet fully gathered.

A streak of golden light was unleashed, and upon contact, all evil entities were instantly reduced to fine dust and dissipated into nothingness. Thus, all the way through, Chen Feng and his companions advanced completely unimpeded.

"Are you a pig? You can't even recognize my voice?" The voice echoed through the corridor once more. This time, Yang Jian identified the source of the voice—the surveillance camera.

"Ridiculous." Lixia stirred up a vortex, which exploded atop the hotel roof mixed with white flames. The deafening roar startled everyone, causing them to raise their heads and watch the fragments of fire gradually fading away from the rooftop.

Among the various types of puppets, this kind belonged to the most rudimentary category with the fewest capabilities. These were standard-issue puppets, typically used for guarding homes, protecting sects, disciple examinations, and similar purposes.

The silver alone amounted to one thousand taels, leaving Madam Lin and Chen Dongsheng trembling for a long time, not daring to accept it. Seeing that the messengers were left standing there awkwardly, Chen Yu could no longer just watch and took it upon herself to accept it.

Xie Bangui had already used a knife to pry out the nail. As soon as the five-inch-long nail left the body, a flow of water mixed with silt gushed out from the seven orifices of the corpse.

Because of the heavy rain, I didn't go out to buy anything and stayed home with nothing to do, simply passing the time by checking the clock.

"Don't stop, pour more." The impact of the water current had no great effect on the enemy beneath the city walls; it merely brought an unbearable soggy sensation. However, the first team responsible for pouring water remained frozen in place right after their task, completely forgetting what they were supposed to do next. Seeing this, Lü Bu had no choice but to urge them once more.

"Uncle, Auntie, Yong'er and the others are already fathers now. Since you are so reluctant to let go, do you intend to keep managing them for the rest of their lives?" Chen Yu leaned against Zhu Qing, asking playfully.

Chen Dongsheng now treated Madam Lin like a national protected treasure, jumping at the slightest sound to the point where Chen Yu's scalp went numb, and he was even less inclined to let Madam Yu step through the door.

At this moment, the shadow of a dragon coiled at the bottom of the lake was not only becoming increasingly distinct beneath the water's surface, but it was also constantly vibrating its body, seemingly impatient to break out of the water and devour humans.

"It is said in records that in ancient times, a certain mighty being cast all the ferocious beasts of the immortal realm into this primordial wilderness, and then laid down supreme arrays around its periphery."

After all, things had already reached this point; even hacking Zichen into a thousand pieces wouldn't change a thing. At most, the Iron Sword Sect would grieve the loss of a legal cultivation genius, but it was far from enough to shake the foundation of the sect.

No matter what, the once-celebrated genius of the Iron Sword Sect had now been reduced to the status of a sinner of the sect, kneeling helplessly in the rain, awaiting the verdict on his destiny inside the grand hall.

This leopard possessed a coat that gleamed brilliantly, with golden markings so rich that some parts were intensely dazzling. Furthermore, a single paw of this leopard was larger than Luo Bai's entire body.

Just as he rushed out of the door, Lin Qianyu saw Qiao Zhenxiao in military uniform striding toward them under the winter sun.

"Xia Yimo, for the very last time, never ask again. Whatever Mu Jingchen says goes, and whatever An Weixi says is a complete lie!" The sound of rushing water splashed loudly, yet it was even more jarring and deafening than the vexing noise in her heart.

The soldier's three dogs were practically a match for a whole army; with Jiuyue's current strength, she stood no chance of defeating them.

That is simply how ordinary key high schools operate nowadays: first, your score meets the threshold; second, you pay the fee.

The luxury cruise ship suddenly shuddered, the entire vessel violently jolting. Hua Zhihui and the others were caught off guard and almost lost their footing.

Immediately afterward, she saw Fu Xiche pull a seatbelt across her front and fasten it with a sharp click.

They were the ones who had collectively raised the issue. If Xin Ying failed to resolve it for them, what would they think in their hearts?

Consequently, they had no mood to investigate whether the past incident was a deliberate plot orchestrated by someone or merely a drunken mistake.

Nie Jingchen strode inside, where Nie Xingchen was kneeling before the hospital bed, holding Song Qiuyun's emaciated hand. Song Qiuyun's eyes were bright, seemingly lucid—this must have been the flash of clarity before death.

The White-Faced Immortal suddenly transformed into a massive white snake, lunging from the air to snap at Qin Chuan.

What did that mean? Chuxia looked blankly at the squad leader who uttered those two words after listening to her account, unable to figure out whether the other party thought she was meddling, thought Jing Zhe was meddling, or thought Ye Meiru was meddling.

Since the age of five, Ye Tian had been playing with copper figures and was intimately familiar with the acupuncture points of the human body, capable of finding them without error even with his eyes closed.

The more arrogant and overbearing people acted in front of common folk, the smaller their official rank, the thinner their wallet, the lower their character, and the lesser their genuine ability actually were. Precisely because they lacked the capital to truly enter upper-class society, they had to flaunt themselves in front of ordinary people, flashing their meager assets. In truth, this was merely a perverse manifestation of incompetence and deep-seated inferiority.

The fox reached out, its index finger scratching the junction between Aruru's chin and neck, causing Aruru to narrow her eyes in sheer contentment.

Like a shadow following its form, Qin Chuan arrived in front of Qin Hai once again, simultaneously pressing two fingers against Qin Hai's forehead.