Chapter 58

As Ye Shan uttered her final sentence, she felt a distinct lack of conviction; that promise indeed seemed far too illusory.

Although the superconducting batteries produced by her own family were exceptionally powerful, the primary issue lay in the fact that these batteries required spar crystals, which were exceedingly difficult to acquire in that plane. Much like the dozen or so kilograms of fusion batteries carried by the marines, they similarly required spar-based superconductivity to establish an ultra-strong magnetic field capable of securely containing the energy fusion.

The next moment, Li Jing’s expression drained of color, terror flashing in his eyes. He watched in disbelief as the two halves of the corpse he had just cleaved apart reassembled themselves in a bizarre fashion, as if the blade he had previously struck was merely an illusion and nothing more.

Several reporters nearby, spotting a spectacle, swarmed over. A few local American journalists burst into loud laughter, and some even let out wolf whistles.

This ship boasted several restaurants, employing chefs from various countries to prepare meals. Though Guo Dalu found the culinary skill merely average, to ordinary tourists, it was already quite a novel experience.

Just as sea turtles appear to be weeping when laying eggs—due to the necessity of expelling excess bodily fluids accumulated within them—similarly, this magical beast was discharging a large quantity of glucose accumulated in its tear glands, and that glucose served as the "raw material" for sweet cola.

"But this is the finals after all, isn't it? Once things reach a certain level, the allure shatters our usual constraints and preferences." Addison’s lips curved upward slightly as he prepared to lead Granger and her companion away from the crowded airport.

Qinglian rambled on incessantly, though deep down she harbored a trace of fear toward Fang Lin's father; ever since their marriage, he had never treated her with much warmth.

Back then, they were foolish, naive, adorable, and pure—subsisting purely on love while remaining brimming with hope for the future.

Yet in his imagination, Liu Chen—a high-profile military criminal personally requested by the colonel—should have at the very least been stripped of a layer of skin even if he escaped death. There was simply no way he could appear here safe and sound.

She felt a tinge of helplessness, yet offered no struggle or resistance. Such was Zijin's temperament; it was best to simply go along with her.

Therefore, Cheng Xuege did not rush off to the Zichen Palace to frolic with the others that afternoon. Her mind was entirely consumed with guessing what Yun Sanqi's intentions were. Why had he suddenly asked to meet her? And in such a secluded place, clearly attempting to avoid prying eyes. He must have harbored the exact same thoughts as her—he simply must have. What should she do? The matter had arisen so abruptly, leaving her completely unprepared.

Today, Nalan Sixu was somewhat different from usual; her cascading black hair nearly obscured her entire face. To evade detection, she had also smeared a touch of ash across her features, rendering her truly rather unappealing to the eye.

As for those two simulation infants, they were ordered because her prenatal checkups revealed a twin pregnancy, prompting Lu Yichen to specially commission someone abroad to craft two hyper-realistic dolls. This allowed them to experience the feeling of being new parents in advance, sparing them from panic once the babies were actually born.

Yu Anxia had previously discussed the matter with Lu Yichen, and both agreed that Tong Yuxiu must have retained a contingency plan, though she would never easily escalate matters. If she were truly that impulsive and brainless, she could never have smoothly remained in the Mu family for so many years and lived quite comfortably. Even her current predicament was entirely a consequence of being implicated in that accident involving Mu Hongfeng.

Chu Hengzhi had been waiting for her for a while. Zhou Yun worked at The Night, though Chu Hengzhi rarely came by to look for her there. Pushing open the door, Zhou Yun found him frowning in deep contemplation.

Zhu Siyun took a deep breath, plastered on her trademark smile, vaulted lightly to the floor with Keke's assistance, and raised her head openly.

Amidst the cheers of the crowd behind him, Simon led Luo Ye out of the bar. Struck by the chilly night breeze outside, his gaze—already scarcely tinged with intoxication—grew even sharper.

"Nanny Zhuo’s Cloud Osmanthus Pastry is truly marvelous." Meng Jingxuan had already finished an entire plate, one hand pressed against his abdomen while the other held a teacup. After taking a small sip, he wore an expression of lingering appreciation.

From subsequently routing Yu Canghai in Fuzhou and executing Tian Bogong on Mount Heng, every single experience made this extraordinary genius—who aspired to become the "Second Best in the World"—far more mature when confronted with actual combat.

The royal tent of the Chagatai Khanate looked quite imposing, its interior decoration exuding luxury. Dova sat cross-legged on a tiger-skin mat, gazing in silence at the young man prostrated at his feet.

The newcomer was none other than the former leader of the Demonic Cult, Ren Yingying's father, Ren Woxing. He grunted softly, paying no heed to Shangguan Yun, and not even sparing him a direct glance.

At this moment, within a dim, clandestine hall inside the Palace of Lianzhen, two figures stood—none other than the Chief of Lianzhen and the God of the Moon from earlier that day.

Upon reaching the courtyard, Li Simian had already released Li Muyang's arm, thrusting a packed large cloth bundle directly into his embrace.

"Grandfather, what has happened? Is it father..." Inside his own tent, Xie Cheng made no attempt to conceal his feelings; his troubles were plainly written across his face. Thus, the moment the eldest grandson of the Xie family stepped inside, he noticed it instantly.

Yue Lingfeng stood directly in front of Ren Yingying; any evasive maneuver would leave Ren Yingying's undefended flank wide open to a fatal strike. Shaking out his long sword, Yue Lingfeng consecutively thrust the fourth form of the Dugu Nine Swords, "Sword Against Spears," at that split-second interval. With a series of sharp clangs, nine long spears, along with the hands gripping them, dropped simultaneously.

Ye Li approached the spot previously occupied by Puyu. Curiously, the surrounding crowd automatically parted to clear a path for him. Ye Li cast a suspicious gaze at the confident-looking Jiayu.

"Another mine? Our manpower is running a bit short. That newly arrived batch of recruits isn't yet ready for assignments," the fat man muttered impatiently.

She had only just finished lunch after Luo Qi piled a massive bowl of rice for her and continuously heaped food onto her plate—refusing to eat was out of the question, as wasting food was disgraceful.

Indeed, who could this be if not Chu Chaoge, the very person Wang Hao had beaten into flight the day before, forcing him to take refuge directly within the City Lord's Mansion?

The car halted at the entrance of Yun Huan's home. Carrying the takeout food, Yun Huan was just about to express her gratitude to Chu Songzhi when she noticed a trace of tension in his expression.

Hearing Su染's words, Chu Yan suppressed the impulse to push open the door and remained stationed outside.

Under the venomous glares of the disciples from the Heavenly Mystery Sword Sect, Tai Youqian strode before the plaza, wearing an exaggerated expression and asking with feigned curiosity.

Xing Ziyuan pointed at himself. At that moment, the other nine individuals present were completely overshadowed. Jiang Xuan stared at Xing Ziyuan in astonishment as tears streamed down her face.

After effortlessly dismantling the Dharma array with a casual wave of his hand, Shi Xiao flashed forward, charging directly toward Tao Yongfu and his companions.

Mu Yiping gazed at Yun Huan's retreating figure, suddenly feeling that his own life was far more fortunate compared to hers.