Volume 1, Chapter 39: You're Back?

"Behold, this is Fang Cong! The outer courtyard's supreme prodigy!" Fang Zhu eagerly introduced him to Xiao Cheng and Fu Kang, his tone brimming with pride.

A sudden burst of white smoke permeated the entire area, causing all the assassins to cough violently, unable to see anything around them.

Ji Shuhan nodded upon hearing this, hastily hoisting the person onto his back and darting out of that eerie cave as if fleeing for his life.

This was a recent application of his Weapon Fruit ability, or rather, a new usage mode developed after acquiring the "Optical Photography System" and the "Telepathic Wave Transmission" technologies.

I nodded in silence, refusing to put any trust in Fu Mingzhan. No matter how eloquently he spun his tales, I would never believe him. They were all cunning, human-devouring old foxes, utterly terrifying.

If communication truly proved impossible, she might have no choice but to ask her younger sister to step in and lend a hand.

After listening to Ailan's account, Qu Qingyou and the other two wore complex expressions. Clearly, they felt a pang of pity for Ailan. While his actions were certainly heinous enough to warrant dying ten thousand deaths, his tragic background was equally sigh-inducing.

Along the circular perimeter at the center of the island, dozens of trees towering tens of meters high lay scattered in disarray. The outermost trees had been blasted into charcoal by lightning, while those further inward presented a bizarre half-charred, half-verdant state where life and death coexisted.

As the melody came to an end, the crowd remained lost in a trance for a long time, deeply intoxicated by the tale told through the music. Even long after the final notes faded, the grand hall remained dead silent, as none wished to shatter such exquisite beauty.

Yuan He shook his head in bewilderment, feeling equally baffled. Yet, as strange as he found it, it did not interfere with his sharp intuition.

Staggering toward his own quarters, he caught sight of a man in red along the way—a delicate face with vermilion lips, a handsome posture, and boundless charm, holding a folding fan in his hand.

Major Qiao Hui twitched the corner of his mouth, flicked the ash off his cigarette butt into the ashtray, and the indoor circulation system instantly decomposed the ash, presenting a pristine ashtray before him once more.

Upon hearing Na Tie's words, Yu Qiaoyue's eyes immediately brimmed with tears as she gazed at him with a tearful, misty expression.

It was not that he disbelieved the joint reports filed by Chen Cheng, Zhang Fakui, and the others; rather, the news was simply too astonishing, dealing a direct blow to his nerves.

Lying in bed and reading those text messages, Jiang Fengyan felt a wave of warmth in his heart, his face radiating joy until he eventually drifted off to a slow and peaceful sleep.

Facing this iron wall of thousands of fans, no matter how hard she tried, she could not advance a single inch further.

Over this matter, he had gone out of his way to mock him from afar, wearing an expression of schadenfreude that made Jiang Fengyan wish he could beat him until his face was paralyzed.

Wisps of subtle energy rapidly began to manifest. This was the power of the Heart of the Great Wilderness; every single strand of it was incomparably mighty, capable of communicating with heaven and earth, shrouding the four directions, and even turning rivers and overturning seas could hardly be considered difficult tasks.

For a moment, the Sweeping Monk was rendered speechless, weighing in his mind how to respond. Back in Qingzhou City, at the moment of parting, Lian Xing and the Sweeping Monk had communicated using their minds, leaving the monk caught in a difficult dilemma.

After pondering for a moment and preparing to call Luo Zhengguang, Zhang Yong noticed that yaxue was sitting in a daze off to the side, her emotions somewhat abnormal.

Fan Ye frowned, intending to go cultivate, when Yue Meng immediately flashed a cheeky smile and declared she would cultivate alongside him so they could make progress together.

A smile appeared on Fan Ye's face as he handed the tier-ten equipment set to Yue Meng. He would naturally participate in this battle, but he would certainly not act as the vanguard shielding others. Fan Ye guessed that he was likely the Sword Lord who had blasted the Lord of Gods to pieces, so before he fully matured, it was best not to confront the Lord of Gods head-on.

This shot had no impact whatsoever on anyone at Beaumont High. To Palmersand, that center had simply received his teammate's pass at the precise moment; he lacked the courage to go toe-to-toe with him. What was there to fear about an opponent who dared not clash head-on?

A chilling, gloomy voice emanated from beneath the black robe, devoid of any emotion, cold and freezing just like a lifeless machine.

Luo Yu raised her head, and upon hearing those words, a glimmer of light seemed to return to her eyes.

Nie Yan's strength surpassed that of Du Yao, and she had no one by her side capable of putting up a fight. If she refused, it would likely jeopardize her own safety, and she dared not gamble on whether the other party would become desperate enough to leap over a wall.

Johnny had originally intended to ask about the pistol, but now he didn't dare utter a word. Terrified, he hugged his head and lay trembling on the ground, doing nothing except shaking his head.

The afternoon air felt somewhat frozen, stuffy enough to stir an irritable restlessness within one's heart. An occasional breeze made the treetop leaves sway slightly before dying down entirely.

Lady Diyong the white-haired mouse spirit and the Medicine-Pounding Rabbit were both still around. If the Buddha of Merit wandered about aimlessly, who could guarantee they wouldn't entangle him?

Because this was indeed advantageous to them, allowing them to largely shift the spearhead toward secluded aristocratic families like the Qin family.

Subsequently, Old Zhu withdrew his left foot from Long Zhibai's back, kicked out with his right foot, and sent Long Zhibai flying into the Red Sand River, splashing countless water droplets.

Being poor, and with the northern horse-breeding regions all in Cao Cao's hands, how could Liu Bei possibly piece together a cavalry force? It was impossible for him to pull off what Cao Cao did and stubbornly assemble the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry—the Tiger Cavalry as heavy cavalry and the Leopard Cavalry as light cavalry.

To be on the safe side, he even meticulously searched every single classroom and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that there were indeed no traces left inside.

Ye Chen waved his hand, sending a strand of spiritual energy into Sun Wukong's body, then vanished from the spot without even sparing him a glance.

Huan Si and A Yu Luan had achieved their anticipated goals, yet they felt not a shred of joy in their hearts.

Night Festival wandered around for quite a while without locating the third-year senior high section. According to logical deduction, they should have been on the fourth floor, but the fourth floor was completely empty...

Regarding this, the chubby fellow was terribly anxious, spending a vast amount of time every day forging weapons, engaging in self-reflection, and seeking counsel from others.

The Crimson-Eyed Flame Lion, already in an injured state, finally had one of its eyeballs blasted out after being struck by the fused martial skill.

Aunt Hua caught sight of this scene from afar, let out a cry of exclamation, hastily shielded her eyes with one hand, and scurried away.

Even a demon could not last a single round before him, inexplicably collapsing limp onto the ground.

Yet current-day her could love no one, nor could she offer Xiao Changque the things he desired—just as she could not offer them to him. She did not even know how much longer she had to live, as every bout of poison affliction subjected her to a fate worse than death.

One must understand that if Sheng Shaozhen were to genuinely take action and clash head-on with that handsome fellow, the consequences would be unimaginable.