Chapter 57

The overwhelming wave of familiarity brought a splitting headache. Wearing a mask that obscured his features entirely, Mingxuan maintained such an almost morbid restraint that even his breathing remained undisturbed.

"No." A pair of cold, thin eyes tightened instantly. Before Bai Yan could finish, Ye Hua suddenly lowered his teacup and dropped to his knees before the Emperor with a sharp thud to interrupt him.

I stepped forward and gently embraced Gu Qingyuan, who wrapped his arms around me in return. We stood there quietly holding each other in the corridor, while a gentle breeze swept past by wisps, leaving behind a refreshing coolness.

For Xia Mu, a battle devoid of meaning and with slim prospects of victory was simply not worth undertaking.

Shang Qi minced no words: "Zombie siege, number unknown." As soon as these words fell, involuntary panic washed over everyone's expressions.

However, Chen Xuan did not even need to lift a finger; the other probationary disciples had already severely beaten this obviously dim-witted fellow.

Jiuer swept her long leg straight at the middle-aged man's knee, throwing a punch with all her might straight at his face. The middle-aged man felt a momentary daze; as he fell to one knee and crossed his arms in defense, he suddenly felt a chill in his back and a sharp pain in his chest, his heart bursting like a deflated balloon.

In the eyes of outsiders, Zeshen had it all—gaining the trust of the Woodfolk, the Werewolves, and the Vampires, he was a legendary figure who had ascended to the throne through his own sheer strength. Yet, only beside Alice could his soul find true peace.

Cuihuan had been personally trained by Master Fu, and her etiquette and conduct were flawless, leaving no room for criticism. Since Master Fu had assigned her to instruct Banxia, Qingbao was naturally beyond grateful.

Jiuer did not answer, her gaze fixed intently on the lying Ji Mengyuan. That arrogant face wore a rare look of weakness. Slowly drawing closer, Jiuer listened clearly to the other's whispered words, her eyes dark and unfathomable.

Even though his body felt exhausted today, his mind remained remarkably active. After a long period of contemplation, not a trace of sleepiness could be found.

Without hesitation, she stepped forward, grabbed one in each hand, and tossed the Fatui soldiers blocking the door out one by one like a stack of arhats.

This startled him terribly, and he hurriedly shut his eyes; upon opening them again, he found himself drenched in cold sweat.

Hua Weiwei and Zhang Li exchanged glances, voluntarily reaching out to exchange greetings. After exchanging a few polite words, the two walked together toward the parking lot.

The disparity in strength had always been the hard condition the Zhang family used to suppress the Shen family. Even with a ninety-nine percent certainty on Shen Jiang's part, Chi Zhen was determined to cover that remaining one percent.

Gu Qingcheng frowned slightly. Before the Silver Fox was handed over, this was hardly a good thing; the inclinations of the Xie, Qin, and Jiang families were enough to make anyone green with envy.

Strolling through the bustling, clamorous Liyue Harbor, the worries in his heart finally dissipated by a large measure.

Gao Wei suddenly lowered his head, tightly covering his eyes as if experiencing excruciating pain. Unable to speak, blood began to seep continuously from between his fingers, and bloody tears traced down his palms to the ground.

Only then did the crowd understand; a portion of them expressed immediate regret for not having believed Hu Wanli.

Luoyang was a place blessed with the most auspicious omens, and the people of Bianzhou secretly hoped their city would become the next Luoyang so that everyone could grow prosperous—they were naturally thrilled by the prospect. For a prefecture to produce not only a celebrity but also auspicious omens was a matter of great prestige.

The fierce battle raged on. Seeing that the two bodyguards protecting Ouyang Lingyan were no longer by her side, Su Hao realized they must have been killed in the thick of the fighting.

Shen Mobei was terrifying today. Remembering the near-accidental entanglement outside the Charm club, Xibai instinctively wanted to retreat.

Amidst the chaos, many people were injured and fell, everyone seeming to have plunged into a state of madness.

He was debating whether to find some time tomorrow to visit the Esports Club and intended to properly greet Chen Meiwei face-to-face.

Su Hao walked forward silently, but suddenly felt a wave of warmth. For some inexplicable reason, he had a strong intuition that there would be a household ahead, and fueled by this thought, he happily pressed onward.

During their long stay in Shanghai, Chen Meiwei had only visited twice, and both times she stayed for just two days before leaving, leaving them to rely mostly on video calls and WeChat for contact.

Looking at Murong Xian, Su Hao asked, "Murong Xian, what on earth is going on? Why does everything feel so strange?" Seeing the perplexed expressions of Su Hao, Wang Yuyan, and Wang Yuqi, Murong Xian looked at Su Hao and said, "The feud between my father and mother dates back many years."

Though he lacked teleport, he possessed Boots of Mobility and Ghost. The moment a skirmish broke out or the enemy forced a team fight, he would undoubtedly arrive at the scene in the shortest time possible.

"Impressive, to be able to phase through with people in tow. I reckon you must have practiced celestial communion in your past life." Su Qian pushed up his glasses, displaying his profound erudition.

No, he absolutely could not be dragged away. If he were taken, could he still survive? Qin Yi did not know, but even if there was the slightest risk, he could not allow it to exist.

Hands like that could only be explained in two ways: first, a congenital deformity; second, a martial artist who practiced external Kung Fu.

Long Luo reached out to touch the stone monument, seeing it surrounded by spiritual energy. This was indeed a rare treasure in this world, and he wondered how Yunxuan had acquired it. Jin Yin remarked, "Such a massive piece of spiritual source is of inestimable value. Aren't you afraid someone might steal it?"