40. Rebellious Spirit

He gave Fatty He a heavy nod. Despite the agonizing soreness in his arms, he mustered every ounce of remaining strength to hoist his sword and sprinted straight toward the opening stone gate, transcending all else in his path.

They purchased bricks and tiles from Hu Lang. Hua Mian had Li Mo and Ji Yunyao stack a fire tower, while he took Liang Yinchu into the forest to gather branches. After fifteen minutes of collective labor, a sizeable fire tower stood complete.

Too many inexplicable events had occurred surrounding Huang Quan, and he certainly wasn't foolish enough to sacrifice himself knowingly if he didn't have to. With this thought, Li Xiaoshang grew calm, his frantic energy dissipating as he fixed his gaze upon the Shura Blood Top.

"I never imagined that you, Xing Zongyunhen, would actually be in cahoots with Jian Chen. It’s truly disgusting," Le Jian cursed while running.

"Absolutely not! We just labeled him a traitor last time; how can we possibly let him return?" Night Rain Battle Soul immediately voiced his loud refusal.

Nine massive branches plunged into the spring water, searching for Shi Quan, yet they came up empty-handed.

Tang Feng, however, remained unconcerned. It had been a long time since anyone had dared to cause trouble at the mercenary tavern, and not solely because it was backed by the Mercenary Guild.

There were many scarecrows in the Golden Wheat Field, perfect for refining his combos. Aiming to improve his slow attack speed, he adjusted the first strike after a knock-up: it would now be an upward slash, followed by a direct cleave and a horizontal sweep.

Although his father had abandoned the martial path for commerce and never inherited the family's chivalrous reputation, Fang Wei had trained with his grandfather since childhood, mastering the ancestral silver halberd to a divine level.

The ornate carriage gradually receded along the wide, clean street. No one noticed that just a short distance from the mansion gates, a youth in green robes stood watching the family depart.

Sun Mingxiang felt puzzled, yet she dared not let her guard down. After a moment of hesitation, she smiled and called out to Sister Hong.

"Then why don't you hurry up and give up your seat? Are you not afraid upon seeing me?" the young man demanded angrily.

"I’m not. Isn't this me learning?" Yan Zhi muttered. Seeing his uncompromising attitude, she suppressed the irritation in her heart and refrained from pulling away.

Yan Zhi washed up, changed her clothes, and glanced into the bronze mirror; her lips were indeed red and swollen.

Had the student Xiao Xiao been well-behaved and kept a low profile, Mo Tianwei might never have thought of her again for the rest of her life.

Slaughter-Sword, even in later ages, remained a recognized path of cultivation. Mo Tianwei had once encountered sword cultivators who tempered their sword intent with the aura of slaughter and battle.

Chen Fang, seeing Han Lili’s rise in status, had defected to her side, a choice that left him feeling deeply stifled.

"Thank you for your kindness, but I think I’ll pass. I’ll just be a landlord and host you all when the time comes!" For the sake of the Green Ox Palace's reputation, Han Yu decided to risk it all. At this point, unless his master returned, no one else’s word carried weight; after all, Han Yu was the sect leader of the Green Ox Palace.

Once she sobered up and regained her senses, Tang Su had already released Chen Danjin and dumped her at the bank.

At this thought, she felt an indescribable sorrow, and an even stronger desire to catch one last glimpse of him.

Moreover, the Pei family was wealthy. After the incident, they proactively found a psychologist for the student and paid a hefty hush-money fee. They had no obligation to do so, yet they took a step back for the sake of their child and caused the school no further trouble.

Yuan Zhen scrutinized Yun Xi, remaining silent for a long time, his expression deeply enigmatic.

"Sect Leader Shi, announce the winner!" Chen Mo said coldly, his gaze fixed on the man before him.

The disciples of the Vast Sword Sect, upon seeing Li Chenglin and his group appear suddenly before them, saw their expressions shift. They instantly activated their spiritual protective barriers, preparing for battle at any moment.

Footsteps were drawing near, perhaps only a thousand meters away. If I ran now, they would surely see me.

Now, all that remained for her was unease. No signs, no calls—could she really be someone held in his heart?

"Did he tell you how he saved you?" Chen Mo seemed to have caught a glimmer of inspiration and pressed for an answer.

Lei Yi was just that confident; perhaps this was a comprehensive understanding of his own strength following two complete transformations.

The Swedish Short-Snout dragon was roughly similar in shape to the Tree-Peak, save for a shorter snout and the absence of spikes along its spine.

Just as the cyborg’s claw was about to strike Uncle Feng’s head, Lin Yuan arrived in the nick of time, swinging his sword to slash diagonally at the cyborg’s arm.

At the same time, the black dragon embodied by Lei Yi moved. With a lift of its right claw, a fierce wind swept through the underground hall; then, with a downward press, another gust followed, suffocating the very air.

Her face was cast in gloom. A normal person would have been jolted awake by such a vivid nightmare, yet he remained trapped, unable to wake, caught in a state of agitation and terror.

To say nothing of the fact that the piece before them was a genuine original, even if it were a fake, Yao Youqing knew that such things shouldn't be exposed to one's face. One ought to preserve the other's dignity, waiting until the servants had left to speak quietly. Yet, Ji Yunwan had bluntly called it out in front of everyone.

Madam Mu tried several times to speak, but she realized that if such a thing were to happen to her, it might drive her mad. She chose to say nothing, ordering the servants to take the three children away and stay with Nine-Niang.

In the room, Zhu Fugui had been dead drunk, but the impact of a knee brought him back to his senses. Seeing where he was, his drunkenness vanished, replaced by terror.

Sometimes a child's status allows one to act in extreme ways, but clearly, at this moment, the child's status was of no help. To persuade Dumbledore, one had to be on equal footing.

Gan Lu clutched her phone, her vision blurred by tears that obscured his face on the screen.

Li Ziting paced the courtyard, ignoring her calls entirely. He kept his head down, staring at something, his handsome face tense and clouded with gloom.

Though his expression was hideously grim, the trembling in his roar betrayed the fear deep in his heart.

Therefore, with Lu Xiuying serving as Pan Haodong's assistant, providing a reason for her to stay, Big Bear had no logical grounds to object.

Once Yaheng sat in the driver's seat, he urged him urgently, "Hurry, I can't hold it anymore!" His voice was filled with excitement and stifled anticipation, causing Yaheng to shake his head with a wry smile before driving off.

As for safety after reaching the Dragon Pit, there was no need to worry. Across the entire territory of Myanmar, Liu Feng possessed absolute confidence. Even if someone were to harbor malicious intent regardless of his status, once the goods arrived at the Dragon Pit vein, even the most arrogant Ruan family in Yangon wouldn't dare to intervene.

"Our work isn't easy! Yours is simple!" the old guard remarked, seemingly having noticed something as he explained from the side.

Facing the attack that Li Zhong had unleashed with eighty percent of his power, Qin Tian channeled fifty percent of his own strength and swung a fist to meet it.