Chapter 29

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"Nezha stands upon the flying treasure, the Wind Fire Wheels—an unparalleled artifact in the celestial realm!" The middle-aged man hurriedly reminded Ye Kai, fearing he might not grasp Nezha's formidable power.

Though Zhang Ruocheng and Luo Xu shared a deep bond, this matter concerned not them, but the Guanghan and Kunlun Realms.

The Feathered Sword Saint sat beside a spiritual spring, clad in a pale purple robe. His jet-black hair was coiled atop his head, secured by three crimson-gold hairpins, forming a hairstyle imbued with ancient elegance.

At that moment, a figure swiftly darted onto the arena. Before anyone could react, a sword descended, aiming to sever Ye Yang’s head.

As for Lü Bu and his men, they awaited reinforcements from Youzhou. Lü Bu’s recent raid had seized Shangdang County, one of the eight counties of Bingzhou, but only wiped out Cao Cao’s forces there. Full occupation depended on officials dispatched by Chen Gong, which would take time.

“Whoosh…” The golden armrests of the Dragon Throne were shattered into dust by a single palm strike from the Holy Emperor Song Xingtian, scattering fragments upon the floor.

Chu Yue and Tong Ren emerged from the bedroom to find Shen Wu and Naoya seated in the living room, engaged in conversation.

Chen Shihao immediately felt a chill rise from his heart, identical to the ambush he faced at the police station. Yet this time, he sensed an impending attack without the presence of mortal danger.

Since the broken engagement, Yang Fan had persistently appeared in her life, delivering one setback after another. Yue Wu bitterly wished she could tear Yang Fan limb from limb, but every failure ultimately befell herself.

All she knew was that many of Wulin’s devices had been loaded onto ships, and some soldiers boarded vessels; beyond that, everything remained unknown.

His smile was dazzling, but to all eyes, it resembled a demon crawling from hell—sinister and terrifying.

August 1653, Plymouth Harbor, Britain—the heartland ruled by the “Hogwarts Sea Witches.”

Soon, an energy burst forth from Duan Feng’s body, engulfing the entire chamber instantly.

From the moment he resolved to wield Murasame and walk the path of slaughter, had he not already decided? To bend these forces to his will by his own strength.

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As the territory of the Wu King of the Ming dynasty expanded, the distance for supply transport grew increasingly long, raising higher demands for food preservation, especially in the scorching regions of the South Seas. Even compressed biscuits could not be stored for long.

This caused the bald giant’s expression to darken further as he pondered how to overcome the enemy’s formidable defenses.

Yet plans can never keep pace with change, and at this critical juncture, the “appropriate disruptor” surfaced.

A sharp cry rang out as a heavy battle blade abruptly extended from Luo Zixiu’s clenched fist. The blade bore a vividly carved dragon pattern, as if it might break free at any moment.

The group exchanged glances, seeing expected resolve reflected in each other’s faces, then stepped forward resolutely.

I patted myself down and laughed, “Not a copper coin on me today!” A pang of disappointment struck me; I should have asked Baoyuan for some silver to carry.

“Can we really only watch without treating her?” Su Mubai asked again.

Liu Yan was more surprised, “You are…?” He found her face familiar but hesitated to say more.

This time, everyone suffered heavy losses inflicted by the ghost of Dantai Fengyi; it was only natural to be wary.

Behind Liu Yan, a junior high student who had been crouching suddenly pulled out a sawed-off hunting rifle. As Liu Yan turned in surprise at Tian Zhili’s shout, the barrel pointed directly at his face. At the moment the trigger was about to be pulled, a yellow light seemed to surge from the muzzle.

“Mo Ming…” Feng Yufei called out, unable to hold back as she watched Mo Ming walking with his head down nearby.

“But the Empress Dowager ordered the maid to take the princess to Hengshou Palace…” Fang Ruo hesitated.

“Speak then, what do you want from me?” Ling Jiajia was confident; sending Ye Shu out must mean there was something she needed to ask.

Su Yun slowly paced to Mo Ming’s side, gently placing a hand on his head. Crystal tears, like beads that had broken loose, rolled down her cheeks, her voice choked with emotion before she could speak.

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A clear sound rang out as Ye Luo flicked Zhang Yuqiong’s smooth, pale forehead with a finger.

Though initially a bit uneasy, Chen Lan felt bolstered and confident with such a straightforward friend running out to warn her. She smiled, nodded, and withdrew her hand to grasp Zhang Huixin’s.

“If you want to touch me, just come here—why bother with those lifeless things?” Yin Juntian’s breath brushed her neck, instantly flushing her cheeks.

While the couple spoke, Thunder and Lei Jun had already driven over the massive carriage specially made for Li Jingtian. Li Jingtian helped Wang Qifang into the carriage, then turned to instruct Mei Jian and others to guard Fengyuan and protect the heir before entering and closing the door. The carriage slowly rolled out from the rear alley of the Duke’s mansion.

Unexpectedly, at the gate, they ran into Li Jincai, whose expression was somewhat flustered—later explained as morning exercise.

On the high seas, the aircraft carrier Abia was returning at normal speed. Its mission was to retrieve Jack—but this was merely a pretext; the true purpose was to intimidate Red Beauty Island.

“Grandfather, the past is the past. There’s no use dwelling on it,” Zhen Niang advised.

Yin Juntian had held onto a sliver of hope that the child was not his, but now, seeing the child’s countenance, he felt as if plunged into an icy abyss.

After a moment, the roar still echoed, as if to tear through the heavens and shatter the earth. The monks bowed their heads in worry, reciting sutras in unison. For a time, the chants of ten thousand monks and the roar of Ke Yunshang resounded across Leifeng Mountain, unceasing, their sound waves colliding like a battle between Buddha and demon.

“Everyone, smash with all your might, no need to hold back,” Ye Wutian shouted cheerfully to the burly men under Li Jun.

He slowly approached the carriage, wary that someone might suddenly emerge. But the carriage lay silent and still. When he reached its side, he found it empty.