Chapter 47: The Demon Child's Radical Transformation of the Kryptonian Child

The Battle of Mawei was filled with countless moments that provoked deep regret and sighs. Just like Zhang Peilun of the Zhu Ming era, who truly dared to clash with the French; though defeat was inevitable, it was not to the extent that after a total rout, the French fleet suffered only five deaths and fifteen injuries.

As if hearing his call, Su Yan slowly opened her eyes and glanced at him drowsily.

Perhaps Ni Chang’er had grown bored, though it was unclear whether it was the tenth lord who was bored or she herself.

The chips in Mo Weiyu’s hand were dwindling, yet there was still no sign of Huo Tingchen’s return... Unease crept steadily through her heart, spreading until it filled every fiber of her being.

Several disciples from the Great Luo Sect showed expressions of surprise upon hearing Xu Qin’s words; even Wu Feng’s eyes held a trace of astonishment.

Lin Muru was also aware of Zhang Yunfan’s predicament. The two walked a short distance before sitting down on a bench. The night grew deeper and the street lamps flickered intermittently, waiting for the darkness to fully settle before collectively bursting into light.

This was partly because all three were direct disciples of the True Martial Sect. Fang Yun was a disciple of Fang Zhenshan, while Wang Cheng and Chu Feng both had fathers who were masters within the True Martial Sect. Thus, their martial teachings began earlier and were more comprehensive than those of ordinary disciples.

Just two steps outside, Gong Sicheng’s phone rang, forcing her to stop. She peeked at the caller ID: “Dead Old Man.”

“Young master, how is this possible? You’re only a cultivator at the Initiation Realm, and just recently promoted?” Man Zhan nearly ground his teeth in disbelief; the news was too shocking.

This incident had occurred several days earlier, but because Lin Canghai’s injuries had yet to heal, and knowing his volatile temper, Yaohui had kept it from him, not revealing the matter.

Standing at the entrance of the southern gate of Jinmao City, Shi Tian was stunned as he observed the scene before him—something he had never witnessed.

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“Your brothers planned to trick Li Muzi, not to elope with her?” The old monk’s words nearly choked Lin Canghai with disbelief. What did he mean by elopement?

Since then, whenever the ancestral wizards saw someone passing by, they would randomly utter this phrase, leaving countless people puzzled for a long time. The twelve ancestral wizards merely chuckled to themselves.

Zhang Mingyu’s deep eyes paused for a moment as they first landed on Ouyang Qing, a strange glint flashing through them.

A sneer curled Zhang Mingyu’s lips in disdain. He grabbed him and casually tossed him aside.

Mo Yuan had participated in repairing starships, and the starships she was familiar with did not have this function. Could this be his own creation?

As for Dawei and the others, after losing the last confrontation, they had kept a low profile. I instructed them to regroup quietly, and they did so. Despite several conflicts with Da Kai, they endured without rash actions.

The girl immediately looked at me with a plaintive expression. I shuddered inside, just about to drink with the people at a nearby table when a sharp voice rang out in the hall.

“This girl owes you money. I’m offering fifteen thousand; any more than that? I’ll add five thousand for medical expenses. Listen carefully: if you don’t accept, come to Fourth Street and see if the Ye family can keep all of you!” With that, I turned and left the chess room.

“Hey? Sang Ruo.” It was Aseza struggling to pull Sang Ruo out. Though he failed, the step beneath his feet seemed to comply, delivering him right under Sang Ruo.

Yun Shu was accustomed to the gazes of the crowd and did not side with the妖族 (Demon Clan) or the human clan. The two stood in the middle, between the Demon Clan and the humans.

“If that’s the case, why not have the elders of the imperial tomb step in? Wouldn’t that be simpler?” The Great Yan Dynasty’s imperial tomb housed many ancient figures, some with half-emperor cultivations, others at the path lord level. Most had not yet entered the inner sanctum, so it was unexpected they had been entrusted with such a heavy responsibility.

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Black fierce wind emanated from the nine bronze bells, enveloping the entire horizon in an eerie darkness. The crimson red figure shone vividly against the blackness. Layers of strange fierce wind morphed into savage hands, directly slapping toward Qi Xuanyi.

This was truly a battle of brute force! Many pilots were puzzled, wondering where the feint attack had gone.

Occasionally, the distant cries of children and the interspersed shouts and curses of men could be heard from another direction.

Entering the gravity chamber and closing its doors, Lin Xiu did not immediately activate the gravity system. Instead, he sat cross-legged on the floor, beginning to access the system interface within his mind.

Vera spoke without sincerity, merely to placate Yuna. Yet, inadvertently, she altered Yuna’s understanding of love. Yuna had resolved to never let Fuwei bear any guilt or burden; she would quietly leave the Nebula, severing their tenuous ties completely.

As the crowd surged outside, Xia Yi saw Fang Zhi approaching beyond the glass door. Stunned, he was suddenly bumped from the side by a figure pushing through. Instinctively, he swatted the person away. The figure fell backward, as light as paper, landing on a man behind him.

As night deepened and the question of sleep arose, Xia Yi’s hometown had only three rooms. Zhao Dezhu, Ma Bang, and the trio of Hong, Huang, and Lv naturally chose to sleep in the car. The remaining three—Zhou Jin, Jiang Yu, and Guo Manyuan—shared a room.