Chapter 51

"Now that you are safe, are you planning to return home to fulfill the three-year agreement made with Wang Ke, a disciple of the Danhua Sword Sect?" Bo Shengqian asked in a deep voice.

Yinyin listened to their conversation and smiled. *Marriage? Tonight will be your deathday.*

Looking down at the sharp blade pressed against her throat, Mu Yan frowned. She still disliked the feeling of being held hostage.

"Buzz..." Gu Fengchun's mind echoed with a loud roar. He seemed to begin understanding why all these scenes were appearing here.

Bai Yuhan's head felt heavy and foggy, and her thoughts were extremely sluggish. Having no idea why she found herself in this place, she could only nod continuously while muttering incoherently.

Then, utilizing the inner space of the broken blade once again, he discovered that the space no longer blocked his entry, which somewhat calmed Mad Rakshasa's heart.

"He Fang, pay with your lives!" Having spoken, his pale face revealed a sickly flush of red. With a giant lotus phantom suspended behind him, he charged directly toward He Fang and the other two.

He Fang had long since lost his wits. He didn't feel a hint of pain from his father's slap, nor did he hear a single word of what He Jianghai had said. He was plunged into deep guilt and self-blame.

Consuming karmic power to rewrite the destinies of others allowed Zhou Sheng to harvest even more karmic points in the process. Such a cycle repeated endlessly without the slightest depletion.

Li Zhenghong couldn't help but wonder if the military governor was someone completely incapable of distinguishing between romantic love and a soldier's loyalty.

"I just wanted to scare you. Who knew you were so clumsy and stepped on my foot yourself..." Chu Tong explained, before asking hesitantly, "Are you really alright?" Seeing no response from her, he reached out his arm and lifted her up. Siren bit her lower lip tightly, pressing her hands against her knee to endure the pain.

Never did they expect Lin Chen to be such a blockhead, laying out all their delaying tactics right to their faces.

With a single sweep of the sword, myriad streams of fire erupted and sword Qi crisscrossed. The solid phantom of the giant fish behind the fish monster whipped its tail forward to strike, extinguishing all the sword Qi like a torrent of water dousing a blazing fire.

Three strands of soul-killing attacks surged forward. Standing motionless in place, Chensheng finally moved. He stomped his foot decisively, leaving cracked and scorched marks on the ground, and vaulted straight into the void. The three soul weapons, losing their targets, collided violently and exploded with a deafening roar.

For instance, one side might utterly crush the other in strength, yet the entire defeated faction stubbornly refused to surrender.

"Dad, Mom, wait for me for a moment, I'll go upstairs and check," Siren said as she headed upstairs. Pushing open Shen Si's bedroom door, she found them both inside, looking as if they were deliberately waiting for her.

"It seems we think alike. The first thing he needs to do right now is make the proud Wolf-Slayer accept him," Mr. Zheng chimed in.

Clenching his fists tightly, his heart at that moment became incomparably resolute. The former glory of his father would—he would definitely take it all back.

Wang Miansheng returned to his dormitory, took the luggage off his shoulder, and began organizing his belongings. Suddenly, he paused, pulled a black fragment from his embrace, and examined it. Its material resembled jade, but it was shattered; this black piece was clearly a fragment of a once-complete jade artifact.

Lin Chen couldn't help but stare in astonishment at this, though upon second thought, he felt he had somehow gotten the short end of the stick.

"I... am... not... resigned..." Spitting out bloody clots, Akiyama Masakazu gasped out these words intermittently before his head slumped limply, and he collapsed to the floor, breathing his last and meeting his doom.

The Third Hokage and Shikaku hurriedly rushed to the massive sphere of water to observe. Sure enough, all the Reanimations had been dispelled.

Like a whirlwind sweeping through a pile of fallen leaves, before the four unarmed maintenance workers could even react, Qifeng had already beaten them senseless with a set of wild, chaotic ancient punches.

Since there was still plenty of time to spare, before heading to Meng Jing's home, Qifeng used the thousand bucks he had just acquired to rush to the mall and, relying on his glib tongue, managed to secure a rather decent outfit.

Despite the seemingly one-sided situation, Chen Feng gradually grew concerned, feeling that Rudaoling's state was somewhat bizarre.

It abruptly opened its wide maw and viciously spewed out a massive mouthful of blood-red mucus. Goodness gracious, the moment the trees were touched by even a trace of this mucus, they melted away as if dissolving, billowing black smoke and turning to ashes in mere seconds.

In terms of seniority, Elder Zhao belonged to the same generation as the fathers of Li Chenggui and the others.

"Those who don't want to die, quack like ducks for me right now, or I'll blow his brains out!" Qifeng adopted the demeanor of a desperate outlaw, waving the pistol in his hand as he roared.

Ever since Chen Feng gained fame, quite a few people had purchased dilapidated houses in Huanghua Hutong purely to get closer to the inn and draw near to Chen Feng. Even if they couldn't become his disciples, just catching a glimpse of him was reward enough.

Putting everything else aside, since the call had already come through, ignoring it wouldn't do. You could run from your problems, but you couldn't hide forever. With a somewhat tragic expression, He Ning answered Xia Rong's phone call.

She softened her footsteps and walked slowly over, shaking her head helplessly before turning back to look at the person on the bed. Murong Qingran sensed someone nearby and snapped fully awake. Just as she was about to speak, she saw Chuo'er's profile come into view.

He wasn't sure when he would be able to smile again, but he knew very well that happiness was out of the question in the short term.

Sitting inside the luxurious carriage, Xuanyuan Che gently stroked Murong Qingran's forehead. At that moment, she was already fast asleep, and when she woke up again, she found herself deep within the Xuanyuan Imperial Palace, inside Xuanyuan Che's bedchamber.

"It's fine. Although the battle isn't going our way, it's not quite that bleak," Xia Zixuan nodded. The opponent was truly formidable; even after unleashing his full combat power, he still couldn't do anything against Pulao, something he had never imagined possible.

The calm words instead filled me with dread. By now, I had drawn close to the area littered with countless giant wolf corpses. A massive polar bear was roaring, yet tactically, a stark polarization had emerged.

Zhou Liang recalled the "Divine and Ghost Oddities" strange stone left behind by the "Mud Bodhisattva." If someone could fuse with this divine object, perhaps they could calculate everything just like the "Mud Bodhisattva," or at the very least, gain some crucial clues.

The man was terrified by this sudden turn of events, but with nowhere left to flee, he could only watch helplessly as that hideous canine maw lunged straight at him.