Chapter 52: Returning to the Old House for Battle

The man in the suit felt a surge of dread in his heart. He could no longer care about consequences; the energy and blood within him began to surge violently as he prepared to activate the sacred artifact he carried. The faces around him showed nothing but shock and beads of sweat. Normally, they would not sweat unless there was a drought—a calamity of the highest order. If their body temperature rose too much, death was inevitable. Yet, looking at the lady, there was not a trace of pain on her face. Was she a monster?

Given the temple’s previous conduct, their words hardly carried any credibility. Still, the crowd had no choice but to compromise. Wu Mian sensed through his skill card that the other party’s energy fluctuations spiked to the extreme, his eyes glowing red.

The human model not only simulated the joints and damping characteristics of a real body but also mimicked the response of human muscle materials, closely matching reality. Its defensive power was more than double that of an ordinary person. Yet, when Lin Yifeng struck with his sword, it pierced effortlessly through the chest and emerged out the back.

On the morning of the second day after returning to the group, Lu Feier rose early and sidled up to Ningning, intent on observing her expression, but found not the slightest trace of emotion.

First, he needed to confirm the exact spot where he had snapped the photo, identifying the landmarks. Once his “Heavenly Eye” was activated, he would stand in the same place and take photos of the stall for comparison.

A chill ran through Gao Yumin’s heart, quickly replaced by a surge of bitter resentment. All for that lawless younger brother of his, he could say such things to coax and force her! In his heart, what did she, his wife, even mean to him?

For a family of only three, having four bodyguards seemed somewhat excessive—especially since Bu Xu was formidable in his own right.

Hand in hand, the prince and his consort strolled down the street. Within half an hour, news of the royal couple’s outing spread like wildfire across most of Shenfeng City.

Xiao Yuyin blinked in confusion, arching an eyebrow at Nalan Heng, who had just brought up this matter in front of Nalan Xiao—and in her presence, no less. She couldn’t fathom his intentions.

Some time ago, when Han had ascended to the status of an imperial dynasty, all the strongest of Tianfeng Prefecture had gathered, only for Han to deftly resolve the crisis. The story had begun to circulate. Ao Run had heard these tales, though the Western Sea and Han, despite being neighbors, had little contact. Now, with Han suddenly dispatching envoys, he wondered what business they had.

The medical university students were still blank slates, but their capacity for understanding and acceptance was greater.

He also refused to believe the four Duan brothers would betray them, given all they had been through together.

You call me, I call you; sometimes we’d meet up on the street for milk tea or coffee, chatting about our lives and troubles. I listened as you sang for me, watched as you drew ever closer to your dreams—while I remained rooted in the same spot, making neither progress nor retreat.

Similarly, possessing innate martial armor did not mean the strength of their string-force amplification all reached twenty-nine percent, nor that they approached the level of god-grade martial armor.

“Form ranks and prepare for battle! Today, unless we leave Zhang Fei here, I will not be rid of this hatred!” Cao Cao said through gritted teeth.

A mournful sound drifted through the air. Su Qingge, graceful as a bird in flight, withdrew her iron wire in midair and slipped into the Mo family mansion.

“Honey.” Li Yaojie sat beside Fifth Yao, but she scooted an inch away from him.

Looking down, she saw Mai Bao’s bright eyes fixed curiously on the beautifully wrapped box in her hands.

“No, Father, don’t treat me like this.” Lin Baijuan burst into sobs, but no one inside the room pitied her. She had brought this upon herself.

Jiang Shu hadn’t expected anyone nearby. Her fingers paused as she plucked the peony, and she instinctively turned her head.

Chen, now Lin Maoze’s favorite, had become essential to the household. Any mishap would plunge the residence into turmoil.

She knew she couldn’t linger here, or else word would reach the old madam, and with Ye Hujiao and Ye Xiyao’s embellishments, it would become a real headache.

“You insisted on suffering, so I shall grant your wish,” Qin Hao said, commanding the Void Creature to strike with the move Qin Wuxin had just demonstrated.

This was an honor he himself had never attained, yet now this upstart he looked down upon had claimed it.

Remy remembered that enthusiasts of “Fruit Phones” were called “Fruit Fans”—and they were truly fanatical.

Meanwhile, the old man, having just tidied up the house, was resting under the gourd vine, chatting with the Gourd Babies. Suddenly, the whole cliff shook violently. Caught off guard, the old man nearly toppled over.

“Wendy will stay at the hospital to care for Mother. It’s rare to have just the two of us at home; cooking myself is nothing special…” Lance smiled gently as he spoke.

Qin Wuxin remained silent, his lips curling into a sly smile as he saw the three-headed flood dragon targeting Qin Hao. He didn’t know why, but he was pleased.

After the Xianbei tribes split, each could muster twenty or thirty thousand elite cavalry, plus another twenty or thirty thousand regulars—a considerable force.

She stood about 1.6 meters tall, but the grandeur of her figure was completely out of proportion to her height.

“Managing to bring together the two people I most dislike can be counted as my own talent.” Leng Huaping sneered. In her past life, Leng Yuping had stolen her position as crown princess and taken Zhou Yuming from her.

Pulling aside the heavy curtain revealed a massive glass window overlooking the street, where hurried pedestrians betrayed the coming storm.

Come! Let’s face this together. I, Fan Keping, may be timid in normal times, but I am loyal to true friends. Rice Bucket also grabbed Long Feng’s other arm and resolved to stand together.

Some deserters, once outside their superiors’ oversight, had likely sneaked back home, changed their names, and never returned to the army.

Hearing the news from Fengshan’s lips, Xia Haoxuan finally breathed a sigh of relief. He had no desire to cross paths with the mysterious Underworld Sect, but his ties with the Purple Thunder Sect ran deep.

“Trust me. Put this money away, and don’t let anyone steal it,” Leng Huaping said nonchalantly.

“Get out of my way!” Unexpectedly, the Supreme Elder below shouted, waving a hand and sending the disciple flying.

Ye Xunhuan saw a beam of purple light shoot from the Amethyst Sun Crystal, illuminating the map of the Turan Ancient Dragon Clan’s tomb. A completely new route appeared on the map.