Volume 1, Chapter 55: With Cousin Here, A-Wan Fears Nothing

Song Shaohua’s chest heaved violently as he stared dead at Song Xianwan.

The slap knocked Song Xianwan’s head to the side, her loose hair tumbling down to conceal the flash of murderous intent in her eyes.

If not for Qin Songting’s quick reflexes in pulling her back, Song Shaohua would likely have struck her again.

This time, rather than standing by with folded arms, he chose to shield her just like this.

"Rebellious wretch! Who gave you permission to speak to your father in such a manner?"

Reports streamed in like a flowing river to the Ghost Strategist of Falling Wild Goose Valley. Even with the strategist’s habitual caution and suspicion, he could not help but laugh dryly, his resolve to sit back and watch the tigers fight growing only stronger.

Yet sometimes, a person’s instinctive reaction leaves one entirely speechless. In that perilous critical moment, Hao Tianming’s super spiritual perception sensed the danger before his mind had even figured out how to respond. His hand had already clenched into a fist and, with a loud "bang," struck sideways against Jin Shangwu’s shoulder.

Nonsense! What simple-minded person would ever fall into the hands of the Queen Mother of the West? Suxu rolled her eyes and refused to dignify him with a response.

"Both the Anbu and the Root operate underground. According to statistics, twenty percent of Konoha's subterranean area has been put to use," Kakashi Sakumo explained indifferently.

Faced with such a powerful and erratic gravitational force, remaining airborne would not only drastically increase magical energy consumption, but would also result in a crooked, unstable flight. In combat—especially a swordsman's duel—such a mistake would be fatal.

After they finished introducing themselves, a brief silence settled over the hospital room. Hao Tianming lay back on the comfortable bed, enjoying the moment. What should he do with his future here, where he was a stranger in a strange land? He might as well fake an illness and coast here for a few days; at the very least, it guaranteed a few square meals.

Meanwhile, the Demonic-Subduing Vajra Dharma Body employed by the other Great Sun Temple inner elder—whose cultivation had reached the early Melting Moon realm—was one of the temple’s profound-mystic-grade body-refining techniques.

With a loud "bang" and a splatter of blood, the thug’s nasal bridge collapsed inward, while a faint red mark appeared on Hao Tianming’s forehead. Hao Tianming had actually used his own head to ram the thug in the face.

"Suxu, are you tired?" Xu Xian set down his bamboo basket in the courtyard to sort through the medicinal herbs he had gathered today.

Slowly lowering her head, she gently kissed his cheek, pouring all her long-suppressed yearning into that single caress.

The only reason Ao Guang had hurried over just now was that he had learned from the ghost cultivators that even the Heavenly Lord had perished, with both physical body and primordial spirit utterly destroyed. Though shocked, Ao Guang had no choice but to come in person.

"Kill us? You merely control a fraction of the restrictive array's power. Do you really think you can kill us?" the two young men asked with a smile.

Shrugging speechlessly, Yang Yifeng glanced at his assessment token hanging at the entrance of the tent and let out a faint sigh.

"I think I understand." Swallowing down a long sigh, he stared blankly ahead as another fit of coughing surged up from his throat, leaving him somewhat breathless.

Out on the central expanse of the Lan River, the Sea-Monster tribesman who had been sitting cross-legged atop the giant water serpent finally moved. His body slowly rose, leaving the serpent's head behind, and he began to fly up into mid-air seemingly out of nothing.

Though such was the reality, deep within her heart she stubbornly clung to the belief that all unorthodox and demonic ways deserved to be slaughtered. Even if the other party had saved her, it was nothing more than feigned compassion; sooner or later, their cruel and cold-blooded true nature would be revealed.

The simple-looking move Han Yuying had just executed was enough to demonstrate that the sword intent radiating forth in that instant was proof of his unfathomable strength.

I hurried back to my room. Listening to him ramble on would never come to an end. Once inside, I lit a cigarette, leaned against the windowsill to look at the night view outside, and suddenly felt a profound sense of bewilderment.

Ye Tianzong said with a sneer. Though in his heart he dearly wished Han Yuying would die inside, right now he needed to step up and play the "good guy."