Volume 1, Chapter 27: Had She Become a Substitute?

Liao Xue said indignantly, "That is why I am taking her to catch them in the act. I want her to see with her own eyes whether I am making things up or if her husband has truly been betraying her all along."

An Xiao was so frustrated that she stood with her hands on her hips, taking a deep breath and left speechless.

Yu Jingguan exchanged a glance with the person beside him. After asking a few more questions, the two shared a knowing look, gathered their things, and walked out, leaving Lin Fan alone in the room.

Pei Xuran lifted his eyelids nonchalantly, then coolly raised his long leg and delivered a heavy kick, slamming his foot into Qi Jin's chest with a loud thud.

Xu Ke said nothing; she simply took a gun from someone else's hand and aimed it at the traitor.

Many people in this country are obsessed with war, yet they never join the army or set foot on a real battlefield. Instead, they stir up trouble from the rear, occasionally shaking the morale of the people.

Lin Chi’s voice was full of cheer, seemingly influenced by Lin Yu’s mood, as he too felt remarkably high-spirited.

He did not strike directly at Liang Zhiming's lair; rather, he gathered everyone in the plaza, all to better harvest the faith points.

His nemesis, Elder Fang, was acting as if he were having a seizure—every time he looked at him, he would hunch over and twitch obscenely, then look again and hunch over to twitch once more.

Because of her deep-seated inferiority complex, Wen Yunyao piled these opulent and noble garments upon herself to hide the barrenness and emptiness of her soul, which only made her feel more restless and insecure.

"Tell me yourself—what is your secret?" Chen Shanhai took a step forward, his Earth-realm cultivation pressing down upon Yang Leiting.

Feng clapped his hands and then spoke, "Forget it. Since you all know, I won't play with you anymore. Who said I only had these coordinates?" With that, a smirk curled his lips, and he vanished from the battlefield.

Zhang Ning did not notice this; he clutched his eyes in agony. As the Eye of Truth collapsed, a series of sharp, needle-like stabs pierced through his vision.

He wrapped his coat tightly around himself and crept down the stairs, one floor at a time, one step at a time, terrified of making even the slightest sound.

Just as the crowd stood in shock, unsure of what would happen next, they saw Zhuge Liuyun step onto the arena stage once more.

"Yes." Xia Rao rolled her eyes internally, but in the next instant, she noticed a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

The current leader of the Wudang Sect was no longer Zhang Sanfeng, but another man: Master Ziyang, known as the First Divine Sword of Wudang, whose strength was unfathomable.

Cold-Blood nodded, followed the trail, and headed out, with Heartless, Begonia, and Jin Lin trailing behind.

"Impossible. How could he be a nine-star martial artist? The captain must have misunderstood." Even though they had witnessed Zhang Ning slaying the beast with their own eyes, they still refused—or rather, were unwilling—to believe that Zhang Ning had reached a height they dared not even imagine.

The smile on Jiang Bei's face froze instantly. A wave of dizziness washed over him, and he nearly fainted on the spot.

"Hello, Mr. Meng Chen. I am the Operations Manager for the Kuaishou platform. My name is Yang Ming," Manager Yang said respectfully.

He knew his previous actions could be classified as desertion, and he knew that once he returned, he would likely face severe punishment.

"Don't be anxious. Charlie still has one final ultimate move—pay attention!" Tong Zhen whispered a reminder.

Song Xixi pursed her lips and, seizing a moment when Tang Zhihuan was distracted, quietly hooked her arm through his.

While arguing and hurling accusations, as they looked at the hideous, distorted faces of the people opposite them, they both felt a sense of disillusionment, disappointment, and revulsion.

Su Mingyue began to calculate earnestly, her hand movements quickening as her brow furrowed in deep concentration.