46 Usurping the Han (18)

Tomorrow marks the opening day of a major international sports event. Not only will athletes be busy, but idols are also eager to ride the wave of popularity. All-around superstar celebrities like Yoko Okino naturally would not miss such an opportunity.

The good news for Dio is that sound waves are essentially the propagation of vibrations through a medium. Since the long-period infrasound produced by Echoes Act 3 cannot travel, the gravitational effect on Dio is naturally eliminated, and there is no need to try to increase the distance.

Although they were minor wounds, when multiplied by thousands, the cumulative effect became terrifyingly devastating. More crucially, Miyamoto Musashi, who was already severely injured later on, was suddenly ambushed by Miyue, who abruptly intervened and forcefully dragged him into the darklands on a whim. Not only did he fail to receive timely medical treatment, but he was even denied basic peace and quiet to rest.

"It's me!" The man removed his eye mask and took off his face covering. The person who arrived was none other than Mo Shanhai. However, given how dark his face was smeared, it was hardly possible to easily recognize that he was Mo Shanhai.

What surprised Pisili even more was that suspended inside each tall crystal pillar was a weapon of a completely different shape.

Before the Basilisk could thrash wildly around the hall in excruciating pain, Malfoy decisively leaped off its head, just as his flying broomstick soared over to catch him.

As soon as Mishima Nagatake finished speaking, one of his assistants, Ito Takayuki, charged directly at Liu Jun. The surrounding temperature plummeted instantly, and countless ghosts filled the dark, oppressive sky. Opening their mouths one by one, these ghosts shrieked and lunged toward Liu Jun.

"Cough, cough!" Asano Yoh and the other three were all sprawled on the ground, having canceled their Over-Souls. Although uninjured, they looked thoroughly disheveled, and their stamina was severely depleted.

"Sachs, Lily, why are you back? Didn't you just say you were going out to gamble a bit?" Other members of the Barami Pirates were sitting in the spacious living room of this inn.

Liu Bailai's head was already covered with crawling green-headed flies, yet these flies remained obediently motionless and made no sound at all.

Jiang Han congratulated himself on having such a good memory, managing to memorize all the contents thoroughly within a mere ten minutes. All martial artists possessed this same capability; memorizing those secret chants and mental formulas was by no means easy.

Li Qingning did not dare to casually nod and agree to this. She turned her gaze toward Liu Zhiwen and Li Qingling, asking them whether they could go.

Pang Junshan's car was parked right outside. To my surprise, it was a very ordinary domestic vehicle. As soon as I got in, Pang Junshan dropped a remark.

Instantly, Lady Liu's expression stiffened, and she awkwardly chimed in, "Where on earth would we get that much money at home? If we had that much money, I would have already gone to present the betrothal gifts for Laifu long ago; why would I wait until now?" The money she held in her hands could not be spent carelessly.

Several elders of the Shaking Light Sacred Land recognized Ye Tianxiu and swallowed hard. Each of them swore to high heaven never to make an enemy out of Ye Tianxiu; this fellow was definitely no ordinary pushover.

Good grief, she had just wanted to rejoice over surviving the disaster, so why did things turn into this state the moment she opened her eyes?

Even knowing that Jiang Yifeng was thoroughly drunk and couldn't possibly hear what she was saying, Du Shiyu couldn't help but speak out anyway. Her mother's experiences had given her profound inspiration.

Ding Yu had prepared well in advance with precise calculations. The very moment the God of the Underworld entered the cave entrance, he launched a sudden assault, unleashing all three thousand of his avatars to trap the God of the Underworld firmly inside.

"But Fenghua, haven't you always liked the Prince of Nanhua? Now that the Prince of Nanhua has personally come to your doorstep to propose marriage, why do you want to reject it? Isn't this what you've always hoped for?" Bai Lingxi walked over at that moment, speaking with a look of incomprehension and pity, though a hard-to-detect trace of jealousy flashed deep within her eyes.

Otherwise, if the people of the Demon Altar were to unite with those of the Destiny Altar, that truly would be fatal.

At that moment, the middle-aged man took one last drag of his cigarette, exhaled a thick plume of grey smoke, and gently flicked the cigarette butt with his right finger. The glowing red ember of the butt traced a dazzling arc right before Ah Hao's eyes.

Empress Wei successfully shot and killed the three rebels one by one with poisoned needles, looking extremely pleased with herself. She unhurriedly retrieved the box in her hand and revealed a wicked smile.

Realizing that he was looking over, Bao'er met his gaze without the slightest bit of fear. Yet this time, she caught sight of the suspicion and anger burning in his eyes.

Fan Lihua looked hesitatingly at the person before her, feeling a sense of déjà vu, yet she couldn't recall where she might have seen them.

It was only today that Ding Yu finally came to fully understand what the true VIPs within the universe were yearning for and pursuing.

"Shh—don't shout. Do you want the whole estate to know what we're doing? But... if that really happened, I wouldn't mind either, hehe, that way I could marry you into the family even sooner..." Wuchen split open a row of white teeth and chuckled cunningly, his face full of craftiness.

Bai Lingxi trembled all over from fright and hastily turned around, meeting Elder Bai's deep, profound gaze. He had approached completely silently, and she hadn't sensed it at all.

"No, no, our Section Chief Qi is definitely benevolent to the people, the absolute best person under heaven. Every time he comes, he just eats his fill and leaves, and never harasses anyone," the proprietress stammered in reply.

She had heard that the Bai family was considered a top-tier household in Lin City, but here in Yuzhou, the one who called the shots was Madam Murong of Bai Yungui's household.

Slowingly materializing, Murong Xian first cast a deep glance at Murong Zixuan, and then prepared to set off in pursuit of that young man.

For he had thought of another far more credible fact: even if we gave them the chance to slip away by entering the room, wouldn't we immediately pursue them given the extremely short distance between the room and the stone pavilion?

Gu Fengcheng nodded silently. He knew that Qiu Huiyan had told quite a few lies along the way, and his vigilance toward her grew steadily stronger. However, he was unwilling to expose her lies just yet; he preferred to wait and watch how things developed to discover Qiu Huiyan's ultimate objective.

Two makeshift oars improvised from gun barrels and plastic boards dipped gently into the water, stirring up ripples across the murky current as eight fully armed team members were ferried slowly toward the opposite bank.