Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Poetry Competition, Part Two

Upon seeing the word "White-Hair," Shen Shuwan’s eyes widened, and a fine layer of sweat beaded on her forehead. Her gaze darted frantically through the crowd, filled with hope, praying for someone to step in and save her.

Jiang Cheng stepped aside, and Chen Wu’s eyes turned cold. In truth, Bai Xing should have died long ago in his hands, for as a purple-level esper, his death would have guaranteed the manifestation of psionic energy.

"We've reached the school; can you let go of my hand now?" Gu Zelin felt uneasy as the passing crowds began to stare at them.

Its fur was short and coarse, its horns encased in a thick layer of ice, and its coat covered in snow. It appeared to have been hibernating here for so long that it looked as if it were dead.

Later, in the main hall of the underground palace, Wan Yu found Yan Chixia and brought out the remaining wine from his internal storage space.

The red and white conical tower, standing three hundred meters tall like a sharp blade thrust into the earth, was Tokyo Tower; it was not far from his apartment.

The chauffeur, who had walked around to open the car door for Xie Yan, saw their clasped hands and dared not move any closer.

Nice! Trust Yi’er to handle this; handing the problem over to her was the right call. Meng Xing’er was already cheering wildly for Zhu Qingyi in her heart.

Qingxuan and the King of Hell, shocked by such baseness, steeled their expressions and rushed simultaneously toward Susu.

Perhaps he possessed a certain stubbornness; in common parlance, he would not shed tears until he saw his own coffin. He had to see his own nexus explode in a game to truly accept that he had lost.

Meng Liche could feel Xie Xingzhuo’s fury through the phone, but it was Xie Yan’s gaze that frightened her more. She trembled violently, biting her lip tightly and remaining silent as she stared at him.

If such things truly existed, Feng Ling preferred to believe it was a natural phenomenon—that certain places possessed unique magnetic fields that gave rise to such occurrences.

Xing paid no mind to it—because the lights of the skills below had merged into a single sea, making it impossible for her to distinguish which monster had cast which—and besides, none of them could break through the Demon Dragon Armor.

Thus, they remained safely at home, drinking wine or sipping tea, waiting for the warriors of Yanjing to drive out the foreign invaders and restore a clear and bright world to them.

It laughed silently, the black mist emanating from its form growing denser and obscuring it further; that black fog was the dissipation of its own ferocious aura.

Although Li Chensha had not cleared the fifteenth floor of the Flame Tower, he did not feel discouraged.

The other person rushed out like a bolt of lightning, aiming directly for the people of the various sects in the distance.

The heavy gate creaked open in response, kicking up a cloud of dust. Once it settled, the group peered inside, only to find a vast, impenetrable darkness.

*Thwip.* A sound pierced the air from deep within the tomb passage, quick and uncanny. In the silent, empty corridor, it sounded profoundly out of place.

The Drunken Daoist’s mood was surely identical to his own, back when he had learned the truth and snuck back to the treasure land he had fashioned in the Golden Light Great World.

He sighed softly and continued, "I know I broke their hearts by doing this, but had I not been so reckless and callous, these two doctors, bound by such professional integrity, would never have left my side for the sake of a few gentle words."

The Xuanlong Ancestor landed on the ground and opened his eyes to find himself pressing down upon the body of a golden dragon over a hundred zhang long. Looking around, he saw hazy light and mist, the land beneath him damp and obscured by swirling, ethereal fog.

A man like that deserves to be taught a lesson, otherwise, he will never learn the true measure of the world.

"Medium height, rather thin, usually wears a black jacket." As he spoke, he pulled out two photographs: one showed the man in a car with the license plate clearly visible, and the other was a snapshot of him walking.