52 The Twenty-Eighth Person

Youlian frowned, switching between the displays on the screen to observe different corners of the battlefield. Tactical plans formed in her mind one after another, only to be dismissed just as quickly.

The Serpent clan did not transmit this news to other races; instead, they reported it directly to their tribal leader, Chilian. Chilian's response was to execute the supreme powerhouse of the Zerg race.

Benefiting from distracted control, Eisen gradually gained the upper hand over the netherwolf, which began to show signs of defeat, stumbling backward.

Regarding this, Qinya's sense of guilt toward Eisen grew increasingly intense. If Eisen were to suffer any mishap in this incident, the kind-hearted Qinya could only atone for him with her life, departing this world alongside him. However, thinking of young Xinxin, the kind-hearted Qinya hesitated.

"Sister Lingyi, we finally found you! I said I waited left and right without seeing your shadows, where did you go?" Chen San took the lead and stepped forward. When he caught sight of the tragic corpse on the ground, a look of horror surfaced in his eyes.

Some discerning individuals cried out on the spot, losing their composure entirely. Even so, they still blurted out the raw material of that jade pendant, because such an item was simply too precious and rare.

Liu Yu's guidance and comfort were delivered with profound sincerity and impeccable reasoning. Li Zhi was already completely won over by his words, and the melancholy that had weighed heavily on his heart for years finally dissipated like parting clouds.

"Brother Shiyi, what's wrong?" Lu Yanyu and Liang Shiyi stopped under a tree on the campus. Catching her breath with difficulty, Lu Yanyu began to ask.

Su Yun's cultivation was merely at the initial stage of refining essence into qi, having cultivated for only a single day. If he were to force his way through, he would have no chance of survival.

If Chen Qingyang could not reign supreme among the younger generation, what qualifications did he have to face even more terrifying opponents?

"Greetings, young lords and ladies. Are you heading out?" People paused their work one after another to greet them. Some even casually picked up some fruits and insisted on stuffing them into Cheng Yu and the others' hands. The common folk knew how to express gratitude, even though their abilities were limited and they could not offer Cheng Yu anything too lavish.

As the master of the sect, he represented the sect itself. Every action he took should prioritize the greater good, and he could not allow the prestige of the Glorious Splendor Sect to be tarnished.

"You scoundrel, you've finally arrived?" Riding in a carriage all the way straight to the Earthen Pig Tower, they reached the city gates after more than an hour. By the time Cheng Yu and the others were led by the guards to the entrance of the Tower Lord's Mansion, they saw Zhu Ganglie waiting at the door. Catching sight of Cheng Yu at a glance, he raised his hand and shouted.

"Who dares to barge in?" Chuntao's willow-leaf eyebrows stood on end, and with a cold, fierce look on her pretty face, she glared at the people before her and snapped.

Moreover, his current strength was much greater than before. Thirty seconds would probably be enough for him to step into the third-layer treasure hall.

Although spiritual fruit wine was excellent, it was hardly enough to make Yuan Haichan bring Chen Qingyang all the way here from Haicheng.

Picking it up, she rolled it between her fingers. The bead felt icy cool, smooth, and round, seeming to contain some kind of dark liquid inside.

He had been feeling somewhat restless these past few days, constantly sensing that something ominous was about to happen. Therefore, he frequently came to the edge of the territory to inspect the situation.

Xiao Nan stared blankly at Qin Ruyue's back. He had never seen her look so flustered before; even when facing the assassination of the Black Skulls, she had remained so calm and collected.

After dawn, I took Qiu Yuqing and hurried back to Jiangcheng. Upon arriving at Brother He's Fengyu Media, I discovered that the company had expanded, and the office building had gained several more floors.

The zither—from somewhere unknown, the sound of a zither drifted over. It was serene and elegant, free of anxiety and agitation, crisp yet steady, lively yet restrained, winding and soothing like gushing mountain springs and flowing streams. Truly, it was exceptionally beautiful.

Hu Yan rolled over, turning her back to Hua Qingran. After warming her back as well, she turned back over to continue warming her chest.

Yet he was the most suitable person on the scene to act as this notary. While he could not blatantly favor Xia Lianqiao, he could at least ensure fairness and prevent any favoritism toward Huo Rong, as well as stopping Huo Rong from playing dirty tricks.

Zhang Xiehou lowered his head to look for a moment, suddenly noticing that his own reflection in the well water was twisting. The water beneath began to surge upward, and bubbles started to bubble up.

I hadn't expected Lin Yufei to intercede on my behalf at a time like this, and I couldn't help looking at her with a hint of surprise.

"What are you doing?!" Instantly, her slightly babyish voice cried out in shock. Pressing the pearl into her palm, she forcefully shook off that hand, which felt chillingly cold to the touch.

As a physician and a poison master, she was naturally sensitive to such matters. Besides, the scent lingering on the poison master was far too potent—it carried the fragrance of alpine pennycress.

Hearing Su Mei's voice, Xiao Nan suddenly smiled, abruptly lowered his head to plant a fierce kiss on her red lips, and then walked over with a hearty laugh.

Old Mrs. Sun Meiqiong's tears fell drop by drop. Worried that his mother's emotional fluctuations might be too much for her frail body to bear a moment longer, Lu Hongtian hurriedly steadied her and appeased her, saying, "Mom, I will handle this matter properly."

Looking at the broad-shouldered middle-aged man in brown clothing with slight stubble before him, Fan Wu somewhat understood that this spiritual artifact was probably forged for his own use.

Although the turtle shell appeared to be a full zhang thick, its surface was shaved away by a foot in an instant. Elder Leng's divine ability was indeed formidable; no matter wonder he dared to go head-to-head with Shen Danwu.

Without that man, the Divine Land would have long since been reduced to a vassal territory of extraterrestrial demons. How could there be eras of prosperity lasting ten thousand years and the rise and fall of a hundred dynasties?

Although these words sounded somewhat abstruse, everyone understood her meaning. And it made sense—the truth had been told to them, and whether to believe it was a matter of personal choice! They had merely done their best, seeking only a clear conscience.