Chapter 52

"Just a mere magician. Can't someone with Patriarch Lin's extensive connections even find a single magician?" said the one-armed Xuan Yuan, uttering a rather stunning remark.

Chu Yue was the only one who did not move to block Zabuza's executioner's blade. This was because Zabuza's blade never touched Chu Yue at all.

Hearing Lin Mu's words, Wu Di's expression shifted several more times before he finally managed to calm down.

The boundary river was guarded by sentries dispatched from various sects. If they saw such a large group of people entering the Azure Underworld Realm, they would undoubtedly panic and report it to their respective sects. In that case, their operation would be exposed even before reaching the Constellation Sea.

When Lu Xiaozhen arrived at Shouwu Town, Fang Qin was just then manipulating the puppet in his hands to launch an attack on the town's residents.

Although the scene before him differed slightly from what he had imagined, the difference was negligible; it was basically as expected. The only obvious discrepancy was that the Ming Dynasty's urban landscape was much cleaner, lacking the chaotic clutter of the 1930s Republican-era streets.

After Du Chun's second son finished speaking, he struck with startling ferocity, thrusting his hand directly into the special envoy's dantian.

In the past, whenever he used this move, a single spin would allow him to shake off his pursuer's pursuit. Today, however, he had to use it consecutively, executing two turns before finally shedding the opponent.

Standing in the void, he reported his background to the Bull Demon King. For an instant, that quasi-monarch of the Phoenix Nest Ancient Realm was struck dumb, his expression freezing in blank astonishment.

After finishing dinner, Honoka lay down to the side just like she usually did at home. However, there was a sofa in Maki's villa, and lying on the soft sofa made Honoka feel even more lazy.

What was wrong with the man before her? Even if he discovered they were "bird-men," there was no need to change his expression so abruptly, especially since they had revealed themselves to her without any hesitation in the first place.

Luo Yangxuan leaned back into his chair and lit a cigar. Smoke shrouded him, making his expression and gaze hazy and indistinct.

Thrud watched as Yue Bai remained steadfast and casually resigned, adopting a fearless expression that invited him to do his worst.

"I have already decided on this matter. Although the engine project was donated to the state, this company is still mine, and I have the right to make decisions. From now on, it belongs to you all," Ling Xiao said.

It was akin to an ordinary person who had gone two nights without sleep; forcing themselves to perk up would naturally allow them to rush into a fight, but the fatigue and drowsiness would not vanish on account of that.

No matter how he cursed and shouted, the surroundings remained utterly silent. Just as he was preparing to set fire to the place, a faint voice suddenly sounded in his mind.

At that moment, in a secluded room, Zhao Junjie was silently studying a stack of manuscript paper, while Li Xiaoyi sat directly opposite him, appearing to have something to ask but not knowing how to broach the subject. In the end, it was Zhao Junjie who broke the silence.

"It's just like the situation between Bai Baoguo and me. As long as I'm not dead, he won't be able to sleep in peace," the second brother sighed.

Checking my phone, it was only ten o'clock in the morning. The thought of spending the whole day with Shen Yiyi filled my heart with delight; I hadn't seen her in so long, and I really missed her quite a bit.

With that, Cheng Yue swung her long sword, and instantly a vast wave of biting cold surged forth. At the same time, Li Xiaoyi's fists trembled continuously—not from the cold, but from a profound and agonizing sorrow.

"How does Her Majesty wish to deal with Imperial Concubine Jue? Does old maidservant need to think of a way to pull some strings?" Hearing the Empress's intent, it seemed she had already made up her mind; seeing her calm down, Mammy Qiao breathed a sigh of relief.

Under such circumstances, every single action Night Sacrifice took risked violating the rules of the ritual, causing the event to spiral in unpredictable directions. The mission would become uncontrollable, and it might instantly reduce Night Sacrifice to ashes.

Regarding Lu Tianming's progress, the Valley Master was not the least bit worried; in fact, he wished he could instantly turn him into an Innate martial artist. Because the Mother-Child Reincarnation Demonic Art existed, Lu Tianming could never escape his grasp—as long as he activated the mother art at a critical moment, Lu Tianming would be utterly incapable of resistance.

Su Xia felt a warm current surge straight into her body from her pulse gate; her previously stiff and uncontrollable body seemed to regain its vitality under the influence of this warm current.

To turn at least half of Goguryeo's population into slaves of Fusang Dao, ensuring that the Goguryeo population did not drop below five times that of the Fusang people, and coupled with the mermen and the barbarians of the Southern Seas, the foreign population must reach seven times that of the Fusang people.

"That damned old hag didn't agree!" Jian Tingting interrupted Lan Xiyu's words with an indignant expression.

The Su family's influence was far from as simple as it appeared on the surface. Within the unseen darkness, every clan passed down through generations invariably possessed forces unknown to outsiders, or even to their own family members.

"Mom, mom, could it be what...?" Shu Mo asked with a curious expression. Why did she feel that her mother's trailing words were of the utmost importance?

While speaking, he nimbly ran to the water room of the Yixian Courtyard to brew tea. Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one around, he quickly dissolved the previously prepared calming pill powder entirely into the pot, then carried it back to the west wing.

"If we had known grandfather was also here, we should have gone to see him!" Ning Yuanlan said with a trace of guilt.

Xu Teng did not care about this matter, nor would he discuss this topic with Senator Tarsly. Everyone was a clever person; Xu Teng was merely a businessman looking to make money, and he knew very well what could be discussed and assisted with, as did the US military.

Speaking of this, Ye Bubai had to properly thank Ren Woxing. Their previous brush with death had already awakened the third layer of his genetic potential, so no matter what, he had to properly entertain the other party.

The ground beneath the phoenix tree was three parts harder than cold iron. Earlier, when Yuan Li pierced the ground with the iron rod in his hand, he received lavish praise from Feng Jiu. Yet now, Yang Yang's thousand-foot-tall body was half-submerged in the earth, bursting the ground into massive fissures.

When it came to doing business, Xu Teng's style was identical to Wang Pi's, largely because Xu Teng had modeled himself after Wang Pi to a great extent.

It was precisely because of this legacy of the Martial God that their Divine Martial Temple possessed the foundation of heritage and the root to stand tall in the world. Otherwise, where would they find the capital to forge an alliance with such a behemoth as the Yinglong clan?

A succession of popping sounds rang out as those "Name Hunters" all cried out in agony and were sent flying by strikes from someone.

Some of the older people in the hall, upon hearing the news of Liu贺's arrival, had already retreated to the inner courtyard, unwilling to pay formal respects to the Human Emperor.

This time, on their raid against the encampment, every knight had two cloth bags hanging from his saddle, containing the secret weapon Chen Hao had specially prepared for them.

"Clang... Clang..." The church's great bell suddenly rang out, accompanied by a low, distant piano melody originating from an unknown source. The center of the surface cracked open, and countless fragments floated up as if weightless. The surrounding darkness grew even thicker, resembling ink about to overflow.