Chapter 42

Apart from the independent operators led by Liang An, officers from nearby police stations and supporting auxiliary police officers also rushed to the scene one after another. Although there were only eyewitness testimonies regarding the appearance of firearms, and no one had even heard a gunshot, any sighting of such lethal weapons—even if it was far more likely to be just a replica—demanded the utmost attention.

After all, they were strangers, and crossing paths purely by chance had already ruined his mood, so there was no need to meddle further.

A strange wave of energy, centered around the gigantic golden coffin, rapidly spread across the entire tomb.

The moment the Lingyou Flying Sword was flicked out, a ripple resembling water waves emerged upon that layer of restriction.

His refusal was quite reasonable; after all, such aggressive and pressing questioning felt rather abrupt. Yet Xu Tianyi did not hesitate at all, looking as though he had been prepared all along.

The trial-taker’s movements paused, and the despairing look on the prey’s face on the ground instantly turned to immense joy as both turned their heads toward the source of the sound.

Having come through all these years, Zhong Jiaqi understood Fu Zhongting’s temperament better than anyone. Beneath his icy exterior, however, beat a passionate heart. In the past, it had simply never been ignited, but now that it was ignited, she knew he was not cold at all.

In fact, she had already seen Ximen Qing during the last concert, but due to excessive nervousness, she had never been able to have a proper conversation with her.

Naturally, Chen Fan would not let him have his way. With a press of his finger on the power button, the screen went black, and then he stood up.

At this moment, Ye Feng’s yearning for the Square Inch Space became particularly intense.

The two guards stationed at the front gates recognized Chuzhou the moment he appeared. Trembling all over, they immediately contacted the higher-ups of the Ji family to report the situation.

Luo Qing had heard that Zhang Ruolin possessed the Heavenly Spirit Seal, while Mo Yuyao possessed the Earthly Spirit Seal.

Zhao Qingsong hung up the communicator, rubbed his ears which had been nearly deafened by Meng Ling’s roar, and quickly left the place.

Therefore, while the earlier success was attributed to many factors—courage, boldness, and wisdom—martial might undoubtedly occupied the greatest weight.

The expressions on the faces of the remaining ministers varied, and they involuntarily began to guess the reason behind the Southern State envoy's visit to the Jin State.

Just as Chuzhou finished speaking, Zuo Yue let out an excited, piercing whistle, grasped the Blade of War, and aggressively charged forward.

Not only was Xianyue Yi unastounded, but her body even relaxed. If the memory check yielded no issues, then the Demon Lord was no longer a problem.

"The Tang army gave us a stern warning the moment they arrived here. I cannot swallow this insult; we must teach them a lesson," Dawo said in a deep voice.

This question was an offense to Garp. Both Koby and Helmeppo held Garp in the highest respect, so they believed there must be a reason behind it, even if they didn't understand it yet.

Tang Chen's somewhat suspicious self-promotion left Wolfe and the others speechless, while Senior Sister Siliya and Shangguan Xinyue's eyes lit up—they already understood what Tang Chen wanted to do.

However, Gu Chen was not charging at the very forefront at this moment; instead, he stayed mixed in the middle of the crowd.

"Healing magic?" Orcs didn't have healing magic. Healing relied entirely on witchcraft and medicine. The Orc King was puzzled.

Both sashes of the neighboring window were flung wide open. At that moment, there wasn't a shred of daylight, and the streetlights on the outside avenue hadn't even been turned on yet. When that chilly wind swept into the room, it was bracingly thrilling.

Yet immediately afterward, his anger and heartache turned into a agonizing scream of severe injury. The flames spread from the Painted Halberd onto his hands, instantly reducing his black gloves to ashes, while countless blisters erupted on his hands at a visible rate.

Emotionally, he was not someone who would pester others relentlessly, nor would he lower himself to beg for reconciliation, and certainly, he would not deliberately make the other party regret or feel embarrassed.

After pondering for a long time, he slowly opened his eyes, which contained an endless intent to kill. Any mortal who locked eyes with him would undoubtedly go blind in less than half a breath.

Hearing their leader's words, the group quickly perked up, because even if they all rushed him together, the Great Perfection Deity-Transformation expert would only glare blankly, utterly helpless against them.

Look at these four dishes of mine: one looks like some kind of leafy vegetable, boiled in water and squeezed dry before being casually lumped onto a plate. Another looks like some kind of insect, roasted over fire and lying black on the plate.

Yet none of this hindered Jin Gang from being her friend. Acquainted for over twenty years, their friendship began in the humblest poverty, weathered the shifting winds and clouds, and persisted through all the setbacks right up to the present.

Yingniang walked up to them and bowed, her face glistening with crystal-clear sweat, her sleeves rolled up high, and a speck of tea leaves still smudging her hand.

Just as the words left his mouth, a commotion came from the stairway. That double-sword-carrying swordsman had already descended with his weapon in hand.

Lin Menghan turned her head to look, and not a single person wasn't grinning broadly. Even Ning Xuanyuan, usually a cold and aloof beauty, rarely revealed a standard tooth-baring smile. Could it really be that her movements just now had been truly ungraceful?

Ning Xuanyuan’s expectant gaze lingered on Allen's face, hoping that Allen would validate her top-tier taste in handsome men.

"I wouldn't call it divine foresight; I just knew that people don't visit without a purpose. Brother Feng and I have no prior connections, the only exception being that matter I kicked up that day," Yunling touched her nose and said.