Volume One, Chapter 71: Tenderness on a Rainy Night

“We have completed our investigation. It was you who deliberately pushed Comrade Su Ningxia. You must offer a public apology to Comrade Su Ningxia, undergo regular ideological education and reform, and compensate Comrade Su Ningxia with one hundred and ten yuan for emotional damages!”

Fan Yun’gang was greatly distressed by the overwhelming might of the ferocious boxing technique. Waves of terrifying innate energy swept toward him, and to his dismay, he realized that all routes of escape had been sealed off. He had no choice but to confront Hong Wu head-on. He had always followed a subtle, yielding path; even a fool would know that clashing with Hong Wu directly would only end in disaster.

The aftermath of the battle was still evident, and the sight of Uchiha Itachi, collapsed on the ground, evoked a sigh. In life, he was a superior ninja who had not lost to anyone; in death, however, he was no different from any ordinary person.

Excitement rippled through the crowd as if the three hundred million dollars were already in their hands. Each face twisted into a frenzied smile.

The head of the Chang family allowed a smirk to curl his lips. If he could not handle a mere Silver-ranked tribe, he was unworthy of leading a Golden-ranked clan.

While he was still lost in immense shock, Ji Xiaoqing was equally astonished. She had developed a mysterious fondness for Yang Tian before, and after he accompanied her back to her hometown to solve a problem that had plagued her for years, her heart had, without warning, settled on him.

Looking at JR Smith, Qin Yan was filled with emotion. After all, this man truly possessed impressive skills. Once JR entered his berserk state, he would cut down both gods and Buddhas alike; when his shooting was on fire, there was no one he would not dare to challenge.

“Very well. You may all leave. But remember, no one is allowed to take a single soldier with them! Otherwise, you will be declaring yourselves enemies of Great Xia!” Lin Yu said in a deep, solemn voice.

Among humans, the bonds are not limited to friendship, comradeship, or rivalry; love is also an indispensable tie.

After all, “a former famous courtesan running a school” and “a disciple of Master Mingjing running a school” were two entirely different matters.

This threadlike, flowing magic could influence spiritual entities and negatively stimulate Ahuang, whose divine consciousness wandered outside his body, allowing him to sense unusual situations. By condensing his divine sense into a fine thread, he could sweep the area and eventually locate the anomaly.

“The Eye of Depravity.” The headmaster spoke. Suddenly, with a wave of his hand, the silver pistol flew from Lu Shi’s grasp straight into his own. Hogg squeezed the trigger, aiming at the largest locust tree in the courtyard.

On the other side, the Lazy Cat was suffering from a toothache, for he was burdened with the task of assassinating Lord Dilo of Lotin City.

Dongyue was the young master of Dongta, and the future king among these people. Though the Blood Hunters revered strength above all, the power of one’s family had grown so great that it could no longer be dismissed on strength alone.

Looking at Lailin, he noticed her face bore less worry, but her expression was rather odd. Was she merely dizzy from Professor Ai’s words, or was she truly considering his proposal?

At that critical moment, Huang Qiyun had no time to think. Before they set out, Lin Yu had already explained the location of the Corpse King’s coffin. Now, seeing Lin Yu step forward to volunteer, Huang Qiyun was overjoyed. Without hesitation, his body shot toward the eastern coffin.

Why did the assassin only kill Qian Jinping and leave him alone? Lin Yu could not fathom it, no matter how hard he thought.

They were communicating with their spiritual senses, yet their expressions shifted constantly, at times astonished, at times bewildered.

A host of stunned eyes stared at the sudden dark figure that landed beside the dueling platform. Before anyone could see clearly who it was, the trapping marsh formation that held the four elder priests began to ripple and shimmer as if heat waves steamed from the ground, causing the eye to blur for a split second.

“Damn it! Cheng Feng, this joke has gone too far, hasn’t it? Did we just cross a temporal black ‘hole’ by accident?” At that, Xiu stopped in his tracks. Even if he kept walking, it would no longer be their world outside. Who knew what awaited them beyond?

With a resounding bang, Li Qingfeng’s chest was pierced through, leaving a gaping hole. His body was slammed violently into the thunderous lake below, sending waves splashing in all directions.

Yunya smiled charmingly at Scar Ming and said, “The Imperial Bone Pill is yours. Thank you for supporting the Imperial Capital Auction House.”

Manager Sun had a keen eye. Every restaurant he invested in yielded steady profits; he had never lost.

Chiyou once battled the Flame Emperor and defeated him. So the Flame Emperor joined forces with the Yellow Emperor, and together they opposed Chiyou. Chiyou, with his eighty-one brothers, engaged the Yellow Emperor in a fierce battle at Zhuolu.

After some thought, Lin Chen realized it was time for him to set out for the Tianyuan Continent.

Her eyes were utterly lifeless, devoid of any color or light; her pupils were clouded with the pallor of death.

Through soul possession, these powerful residual spirits could achieve rebirth. Although the gradual erosion of the soul meant they could not retain all their former strength, part of their memories would endure, making it relatively easy to regain their peak power.

At present, Zhang He was in the army. If Guo Jia had not brought him up, Xiang Yu and the others might have forgotten about such a talented strategist.

It had to be said that while Li Qingfeng had friends, he had even more enemies. Both the Luo family and the men from the Yanhuang Palace were blocked; this time, he could only rely on himself.

“If the Celestial Martial War erupts, will there be any sanctuary left in this world?” Di Yunfeng’s anxiety deepened, sensing that this war was inescapable for him.

The Xu family had five branches. Xu himself and his four younger brothers had once been as scattered as sand, each acting independently, and life had been far from prosperous.

Jian Yi bit her lip hard, following the old man’s guidance: inhale, take a deep breath, exhale.

And so, it had been more than a month since the old lady last mentioned this matter, and it was still left in a state of limbo, with no one able to come up with a perfect solution.

Di Yunfeng immediately saw the problem with Mingchen—his yang energy was depleted, his vigor insufficient. In the days Mu Xueyi was away, it seemed he had indulged in nightly revels.

Mo Fan forced a bitter smile, overwhelmed with emotion. He finally understood why Leng Shuangyun was so formidable; she wielded her martial skills as though her words were law. But now was not the time for reflection. His instincts warned him that something ill was about to happen.

Tang Tang sneered with the air of a pig unafraid of boiling water, infuriating others to the point of gnashing their teeth.

No sooner had Feng Xi finished speaking than someone burst out laughing, and soon the class was filled with suppressed snickers.