Chapter Thirty-Two: Into the Tiger’s Den

"Miss, is this your shirt?" Yang Yongli approached slowly, holding out the blouse.

Han Duoduo looked up and saw Yang Yongli's face—a scar crawled across it like a centipede. Seeing him up close made her feel a flicker of fear, but she quickly composed herself, forcing a pained yet polite smile. "It's mine. Thank you..."

"What happened to your foot?" Yang Yongli asked with concern, his gaze sweeping over her. Han Duoduo was bent over, holding her ankle. Her fitted clothes could not conceal her slender waist, a small portion of which was exposed.

"I came hiking with a friend, but I left my phone at the hotel. I went back to get it, and on the way, I twisted my ankle..." Han Duoduo clutched her ankle, wincing in pain.

She knew well enough what fate awaited the stray cat if she let it go, but the scene before her was simply too brutal to bear.

Upon receiving his orders, Qiu Zhenhai wasted no time. He immediately led two companies of brothers charging down from the ridge.

At this moment, when Luo Chen asked about the purpose of going to the shop, Yi Qiu answered honestly.

His reaction was calm; there was neither eager excitement nor any hint of displeasure, as if this matter was of no great consequence.

An intangible tension began to gather. In Gao Qiuyu’s hand, a slender silver sword traced lightly through the air, a chill rippling out from it. Wherever the blade passed, pale streaks lingered in the emptiness.

Princess Iron Fan was startled to discover that the Grand Supreme Elder before her exerted immense pressure, seeming even stronger than the previous one she had encountered.

There was nothing especially rare among the items—apart from three jade tokens of fine quality, there was only a palm-length, jet-black key. It appeared unremarkable and did not stir any obvious hunger within Xu Ruogu.

The shifting of mountains and filling of lakes had a profound impact, affecting many continents. Numerous impoverished continents began to emulate the Tianya Shenhuang continent, attracting investment and pioneering development. For a while, the Tianya Shenhuang model was all the rage, and the Yu Huang Sect became the most renowned among the reformist sects.

The moment gunfire erupted, Wei Qiang led several hundred soldiers in a full-scale assault on the northern city. For a time, shouts and killing echoed through Feng County, shaking the heavens.

"It's just their death throes. As long as we endure this assault, victory will be ours in the end," Qin Feng said with a faint smile.

At the time, I thought you were unwilling and intended to call off the engagement with my father. But the next day, you agreed, and I saw strawberry-shaped marks on your neck.

Murong Zhaoyun said nothing at first, gazing silently at Lan Chuchen for a long time. Her look unsettled Lan Chuchen until Murong Zhaoyun finally spoke, her words laced with biting sarcasm.

Ming Mo’s words struck Xiao Fan like a thunderbolt. Resurrection—a sacred word—he’d waited tens of thousands of years for this, all for the chance to bring someone back. Who would have thought it would finally happen today?

"King Yama's Nemesis" Xue Muhua listed several rare medicinal herbs. Everyone present gasped; each herb he named required at least a hundred or a thousand years to mature, and some were only known from legend.

She giggled as she opened the door. Only then did the people outside stop and look in at the pair.

Just as Zhaolu was sinking into utter despair, a fierce clash of blades rang out from beyond the window. The suddenness of it caught Feng Xiao entirely off guard, but she still kept her grip tight around Zhaolu’s neck to prevent her escape.

Xia Xue and Xia Rou stood dazed, nausea rising within them. Lord Tiger’s methods were simply too cruel to stomach.

"Yin Yin is rather hot-tempered. If you push her too far, she could lose control and attack you. If you can avoid seeing her, do so—I’ll handle this matter myself," Yuan Shengque said.

In Mani Cave, Li Zicheng could not sleep soundly—his old head injury was troubling him once again.

The army dispatched to Lin City to apprehend the traitorous Prince Rui was encamped at the foot of the mountain. The largest and grandest tent belonged to Crown Prince Hou Chengyun, who had been ordered to command this force.

Rain began to fall from the sky, as fine as silk in the spring—so dense, so secretive, Qing Rang could not tell whose tears they were this time.