Chapter 44: Battering Banter

Back at home, the air seemed to be suffused with a subtle and delicate atmosphere.

As soon as she stepped through the door, Yan Xiyue slumped heavily onto the sofa, crossing her arms tightly across her chest as if broadcasting her inner discontent to the entire world.

Diyi Qingcheng, on the other hand, maintained a calm and collected expression. She neatly changed her shoes with unhurried grace, glided lightly over to the water dispenser, filled a cup, and tilted her head back to gulp it down. Having been worked to the point of exhaustion at the police station, she hadn't even had a moment to spare for a single drop of water, and her throat now felt uncomfortably parched.

"Today's case was truly a handful. If it weren't for you, heaven knows how long we would have been dragged down by it."

Diyi Qingcheng was the first to break the somewhat oppressive silence...

Inside the pitch-black room, guided by a faint blue glimmer, Bidi vaguely discerned that the space was packed with shelves, and the shelves were laden with jars and bottles of all shapes and sizes.

Although they excelled at practicing restraint, they ultimately needed an outlet to vent their suppressed emotions.

Glancing back repeatedly at the dense horde of skeletal remains trailing behind him, Tang Feng simply decided to lead his legion of skeletons on a stroll through the first layer of the mass grave, smashing everything that stood in their way into pieces one by one.

He Jumao suddenly blurted out in a fit of inexplicable terror, before turning on his heel and bolting outside. By the time Zhou Hao snapped back to his senses, he was already long gone.

Zhang Han raised his goblet of wine toward the three generals. "Come! Real men that we are! Drink the wine in your hands, and let bygones be- bygones. Do not seek trouble with each other anymore. Consider this a personal favor to me, how about that?" The murderous aura radiating from Zhang Han was overwhelming, imposing heavy pressure upon the three generals.

God knows which word had struck a chord in Yun Sang's sorrowful heart. He took a very deep, long drag of his cigarette and exhaled a wisp of smoke rings.

After finishing his meal, Tang Feng went out for a stroll to get some fresh air. Upon his return, he could just lock the front gate—truly a brilliant stroke killing two birds with one stone.

Had he failed to dodge it, and been pounced upon by the fully armed, charging gorilla, the best-case scenario would be shattered bones, while the worst-case scenario would leave him crushed flat into the earth...

The moment Tang Feng logged back on, a flood of private messages rushed in. He decisively checked the box to block chats from strangers before leisurely opening the message from Dancing Phoenix in the Nine Heavens.

"My friend, you can't just go around saying things like that. I am an honest, law-abiding, and thoroughly legitimate businessman," Tang Feng announced to the entire world channel.

A six-fingered spirit monkey, a bone-gnawing rat, and a serpent-marten crashed heavily to the ground. The piercing whistle of arrows cleaving the air faded into silence, sending shockwaves across half the battlefield. Four arrows, four magical beasts slain—four Tier 3 magical beasts, including a serpent-marten whose strength rivaled that of a Tier 4 beast. When had magical beasts ever become this frail?

The figure that dropped directly in front of the crowd was none other than Instructor Liu Qing, the direct superior of this batch of ability users.

Before many could even register his movements, in the blink of an eye, Li Yunxiao's head had already been sent flying through the air, crashing squarely onto the table of a neighboring Demon Lord.

After retrieving her blood-stained robe, Su Xin did not linger for a moment. She sprinted all the way up the mountain, crossed the boundary of the barrier, and then put away her Yin-Yang Chessboard.

Xie Hong could no longer sit idly by and watch. This was no longer merely a domestic dispute; it had already begun to threaten the very future of the Xie family.

"Your pet stole my seed of power. Naturally, the responsibility falls upon you as its master. Don't even think about denying it. Pay up!" the middle-aged man shouted loudly.

One must admit that the theatrical plays of that era were in a constant state of progress and innovation, truly worthy of being called a golden age of great development.

A fellow who had been peeking outside through a door crack let out a miserable scream as he was knocked flat to the ground, immediately crushed beneath the heavy wooden door panels, his tendons snapped and bones broken as he fainted away from the excruciating pain.

Everyone heard the sound of the vanguard consisting of over a thousand Yue cavalrymen departing from the camp, yet not a single person dared to utter a single word of inquiry.

Tianya respectfully returned Yin Yuzhen's dagger, then laid his own longsword and bundle horizontally across the table.

"That's even better. Today, I have come to challenge you," Guiyun stated bluntly, making the purpose of his visit crystal clear.

Of course, for Li Lingyi, no storage space—no matter how heavily guarded—was any more difficult to crack than reaching into his own pocket to take something.

The nation of Marley, however, was different. They were not isolated from the world; instead, they lived on the mainland, bordered by other surrounding countries.

Yet before I could finish my question, Junyuan, who was walking beside me, suddenly bolted away like a gust of wind as if he had caught sight of something, chasing wildly into the distance.

In particular, Chef Wei and the Mountain Deity looked precisely like a pair of livestock that had just broken out of their pen. With a wild, echoing roar, Chef Wei marched straight over and snatched up the entire basin of hand-pulled noodles, while the Mountain Deity didn't even care about the scalding heat, grabbing two massive bowls in his hands and diving right in.

Even so, upon hearing both Yu Hua and Ding Ku express the exact same sentiment, a wave of profound shock inevitably swelled within their hearts.

However, what she loathed was not Eren, but rather his father. Since the power stolen by his father now resided within Eren, it was only natural that she harbored an inexpressible resentment toward him.

Every word and action of a saint aligns implicitly with the celestial decrees. Who indeed is Taishang Laojun? How could he ever leave a karmic debt to the Buddhist sect unpaid? That was precisely why he chose to turn a blind eye to the journey to the West, allowing the Buddhist sect to establish its orthodox teachings in the Eastern world, thereby giving rise to a monumental catastrophe.

Su Hao gazed at Xiao Yu with a mixture of envy, then glanced toward their master and the others who were gradually fading into the distance, and asserted...

If she had previously worn a rigid mask and disguised herself as a rogue cultivator merely to conceal her identity, that would have been entirely understandable. But now that she was safely inside the Qingdan Sect, she still wore that same stiff expression—which was rather peculiar. Could it be that she still needed to keep up a facade?

"It should be over now. We likely just caught a glimpse of a branching river of time, but it doesn't matter; that future will never come to pass." Fang Bai tossed a mung bean pastry into his mouth, finding the taste quite pleasant.

At the thought of this, my tears flowed uncontrollably. Shanshan... is she really going abroad? Will my father find a way to drag her back home?

"Is there really no more intimate nickname between us? I wouldn't even mind if you called me 'Scum-scum'!" Deadpool whined, looking deeply aggrieved.

Restricted by the barriers of elemental interference, Leng Lingyun had not sensed anything out of the ordinary, though she could not entirely rule out the possibility that her senses were being masked by lingering wind elemental forces.

"Be a good girl, Yangyang. Auntie knows what needs to be done." Having had a thoroughly heart-to-heart conversation with Su Yiqing last night, He Niannian was well aware that Meng Fanlang's feelings for Su Yiqing were merely the innocent affection of an older brother toward a sister-in-law.