Chapter 59: Midnight Terror, Han Guodong's Violent Act

Gu Tingzhou woke abruptly from his sleep, a soldier’s sixth sense for danger making his skin crawl. In an instant, he rolled over and sat up. From the darkness came the sound of banging and clashing. He held his breath, pressed himself to the wall, and listened intently for a few seconds.

He gently nudged Li Qingyun beside him. Half-awake, she was about to speak when his large hand pressed over her mouth, startling her into full alertness. Leaning close to her ear, he whispered, “Someone’s trying to break in. I’ll check it out. Be careful.”

Li Qingyun could hardly feel at ease letting him face danger alone, even though he was a soldier.

The gorilla pounded its chest with both fists, then roared into the surging waves and raging flames. The force of its roar actually scattered the strange martial arts of water and fire, causing sparks to rain down from the sky.

Shen Mengxiang’s expression turned awkward as she suddenly realized she wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing—her entire body exposed to Zhou Lin. Her cheeks flushed red, and she hurriedly pulled the quilt over herself, wrapping her body tightly.

Because Yang Yiyun possessed a unique constitution, his sea of consciousness was unlike that of ordinary people, making it especially suitable for her. The two reached an agreement: the Black Lotus would reside within Yang Yiyun’s sea of consciousness, nourished by the power of his soul.

As he muttered to himself, tears streamed down Yang Yiyun’s face. He knew that Liu Lingling had cared for him all those years ago, and though he’d worked hard, he’d let the opportunity slip away time and again.

The first time might have been luck, but now Zhou Lin had cured two cultivators—this was true ability.

Monkey Three looked on with disdain. After chewing a few bites, he spat out the residue with a couple of “ptu, ptu” noises, then bared his teeth at Sister Lin: “Let me show you how it’s done.”

This was the side effect of forcibly raising one’s cultivation through a secret technique from the Supreme Martial Arts. Chu Nan lay half-dead on the bed, tormented within an inch of his life.

At that moment, Ouyang Yuqing caught a glimpse of the panic and evasiveness in Jia Beilei’s eyes, confirming her suspicions. Internally, she felt devastated. If Jia Beilei were truly pursuing her sincerely, as he’d claimed in their conversations, perhaps for the sake of the child, she might have considered it.

As soon as they left the village, someone cried out, and then everyone stood there dumbfounded. Many didn’t even react when the tools on their shoulders slipped off and landed on their feet.

All the Dortmund fans present were leaping and singing wildly, turning the place into a sea of joy.

This was an expanse of foul water—only a meter or two deep, yet boundless in size. Yao Guang felt it was larger than all the oceans on Earth combined.

In truth, Ouyang Hao wasn’t unattractive, but Lin Qian found him increasingly disagreeable.

Saying this, he gripped his longsword, lowered his body, and, emanating an icy killing intent, charged directly at Shao Haogui without hesitation.

In the past, Mario Vrancic had been the star of the Mainz youth team—the club’s and coaches’ focal point. But now, Gu Zhen had taken that spotlight. Although Gu Zhen was his good friend, Mario couldn’t help but feel a little uneasy about it.

“All right, let’s go,” he said, releasing Meng Xiran and taking two steps forward, only to find she hadn’t followed.

They all carried weapons—some with knives, some with swords, some with iron hammers, and others wielding bones from exotic beasts.

By releasing spiritual energy, one could unleash a burst centered on oneself, instantly covering the surroundings with frost—this was the Frost Nova. A simple yet highly practical skill. But to achieve this effect with just a roar—this was the first time Lu Lin had ever seen it.

Time swiftly moved to the next day. The Black Forest was still in late winter, and at five-thirty in the morning, the sun had yet to rise above the horizon. In that darkest, quietest moment before dawn, a shrill and urgent bell suddenly exploded in the dormitory building.

Feng Dan released her spiritual energy and formed seals with both hands. A flash of golden light, and a flaming gold warhorse appeared before her. The horse snorted, crimson-gold light swirling around Feng Dan. In the blink of an eye, a suit of crimson-gold armor condensed upon her body.