Chapter 99: The Chief

Now I only hope that all disciples can return safely; the confusion and doubts in my heart will be left for Master Zhuxu to explain later.

A shriek rang out almost simultaneously, and everyone turned their heads to see the scheming bodyguard clutching his left hand over his right, the gun in his right hand already flung aside.

Jiao Zhaodi brought the people inside. As soon as Zizi saw Wei Chi, she smiled sweetly, kicked off her shoes, climbed onto the kang, and settled herself naturally in Wei Chi’s arms, her eyes mischievously fixed on Xie’s belly. Ever since Xie’s belly started growing, this child always stared at her stomach every time she visited.

Chu Yunxi felt helpless when he heard this, but suddenly remembered that Lu Mingxuan just said Meng Huaxu had also received a set of immortal tools, and immediately asked curiously, “Senior Brother Meng, is your immortal tool the same as mine?”

“Tsk tsk, you used to be so grand in his eyes. What a pity!” Ye Ping laughed.

Heavy-armored infantry, equipped with heavy armor and strange swords, could not maneuver nimbly due to their equipment’s weight. The army of the Great Food Nation could rely on earth walls and trenches as cover, and contend with the heavy infantry. Defeating them was not impossible—it was, in fact, quite feasible.

It’s time for the autumn hunt! I used to think time passed slowly, but now, truly, the years fly by like a knife, each blade urging one to age. Well, let it flow, let it urge, let old age come—why is it autumn hunt again?! It’s really frustrating.

This time, I plan to follow Granny Yang’s method for inviting the gods, but it’s certainly not feasible to do it anywhere in the school. Even in my rented room, it’s a bit inconvenient. If I make too much of a commotion, wouldn’t it be shocking?

Sun Yi struggled to pull out a transmission talisman, briefly recounting what had happened here. The talisman transformed into a yellow light and flew away. The two waited for someone from Sun Yi’s shop to arrive; meanwhile, Jin Feiyao calmly continued eating, with no intention of sharing a bite.

Now, Ba Fenghan was gradually touching upon the essence of the Dao, which meant he began to understand the principle of the spear, how to wield it for maximum power, and how to employ it in various ways. This was the true mastery a real user should attain.

As for the mid-stage of becoming an Ancestor Immortal, it took several hundred years; reaching the later stage, even if it didn’t take a thousand years, it would still require nearly as long. This time, comparatively speaking, was rather lengthy.

Ren Tian made a sly remark, criticizing the previous losses of Lan Qiji’s sect in the last two matches, eyes full of disdain as he glanced toward Liu Peng.

After the battle at the Wild King’s Tomb, Li Tianming returned to report to the mastermind—Professor Longtou Zhang, and introduced the skilled and enigmatic Mo Lao San to him.

These bosses harbored resentment in their hearts, but recalling Zhao Chen’s words—“wealth allows caprice, damn it”—everyone was in tears. Fine, better leave.

In fact, Jian Wushuang’s original intention was to utterly crush Blood Emperor and Heartless Monarch. The ten True Gods slain under his command should have belonged to those two monarchs.

Fang Su had been gone for decades; given Fang Su’s speed at the time, he must be extremely far away. At least, previously, when Ba Fenghan was condensing the Golden Light Seal, he couldn’t possibly catch up.

In the blink of an eye, she rushed through the barrier of the formation and landed on the white jade stairs, never sparing Du Yuesheng another glance.

Everyone looked up together, only to see a large patch of grey “rock” on the cave’s ceiling squirming.

Cang Yan’s blood was stomped into the ground by Du Yuesheng’s foot, as a cold and indifferent voice echoed in his ear.

“Fortunately, the World Bank allows reissuing gold cards; as long as you provide the correct password and identity verification, it’s fine.” Lin Xiao sighed helplessly and walked toward the World Bank’s branch in Yangzhou.

The killer on the motorcycle, seeing that the stab hadn’t killed Tang Feng, didn’t stop. He sped off, and it was clear he couldn’t be caught.

Now, a meteor streaks across the sky, an ominous sign. Could this meteor represent Sun Jian?

Cao Zhenggong is the second-in-command of the Scorpion gang; he and Chen Tianhe, the leader of Ghost Shade, have no friendly ties whatsoever. Thus, his call to stop Ma Yunhui was definitely not for avenging Chen Tianhe.

Chen Yan felt a sharp pain in his back and cried out loudly, surprised that he was wounded twice in less than twenty moves.

“What’s the unreliable method?” Qi Bigmouth was taken aback and immediately lowered his voice to ask. With years of experience wandering the martial world, his instincts told him something was off these days—he kept feeling as if a pair of eyes were watching him, but could never pinpoint their location.

Following Bai Meng’s instructions, Ma Wanhui arrived at Canal Road. After careful observation by the riverbank, he finally set his sights on the twenty-seventh streetlight pole from south to north on Canal Road.

Qiu Zhan and Chen Gangliu appeared almost simultaneously at the door of Ma Yunhui’s private training room, their faces filled with obvious concern.

Lu Feng smiled coldly as he watched the trouble-seeking master and disciple disappear, then took the twenty thousand yuan and went into the inner room.

“Nothing but slick words and flattery to win His Majesty’s favor. Honeyed words and a dagger behind the back—relentlessly undermining colleagues!” Now that everyone knew about his conflict with Li Linfu, Yang Guozhong made no attempt to hide his contempt, sneering and replying bitterly.

However, seeing the two strange eyes whirling around in the Shadow Demon, Robin still hesitated.