Volume 1, Chapter 42: Refusing to Let Go

Bai Xuanling wore a freezing expression, her attitude ice-cold. Her opinion of Qi Wuxie instantly plummeted to the freezing point!

Chen Jinqiu, standing behind Qi Wuxie, blushed upon hearing this and glanced secretly at Qi Wuxie.

With a detached expression, Qi Wuxie let out a cold laugh and said, "Officer, whether we slept together last night or not has nothing to do with your investigation, does it?"

"How could it not have anything to do with you?!"

"Four people were killed right downstairs in this residential complex last night. Street surveillance footage shows that besides the victims, another adult male was present at the scene!"

"And his physical features and appearance are almost identical to yours!"

Bai Xuanling's gaze remained locked...

"You have a way?" Yao Xi gave Jiang Ning another deep look, her heart already numbed by shock.

Gao Wu's body spun in mid-air as inner energy surged and poured into his right leg. He then swept his right leg horizontally, fiercely lashing it against the monster's chest with a tremendous force that nearly detonated the air.

Furthermore, the distinction between Innate martial artists and Postnatal martial artists is not merely a matter of strength, but of realms. The inner energy of an Innate martial artist is incomparably dense, and their control over the powers of heaven and earth is immensely powerful. Fighting an Innate martial artist is equivalent to battling an entire expanse of heaven and earth. The power of heaven and earth is inexhaustible, but human strength is finite.

Dawei glanced at Ma Yong and the others without a word, picked up the bottle of white liquor on the table, poured himself a cup, and downed it in one go.

"Friendly your ass! What the hell do I have to say to you?!" Ma Yong raised his hand and slapped Gao Liang across the face.

"You used our river channel and our land, yet you only gave us that little bit of money. Don't you think you've mistreated everyone?" that ringleader demanded, stiffening his neck.

The door to the side hall opened. Murong Chong stood gracefully in the doorway, while Tianjiao smiled and looked toward Su Jinjun. Su Jinjun watched him nervously. Murong Chong suddenly flashed aside, and behind him, Bucheng lowered his head to chant a Buddhist moniker, then looked up, his face resuming a calm and serene expression.

Naturally, the disciples of the Immortal Fate Sect possessed the most backbone; many of them would rather die than submit. They were still hoping to resist, believing that a desperate struggle might grant them a sliver of survival.

He had a feeling that no matter which direction he attacked from, it would yield no effect at all.

As time ticked away, Li Yuqing grew increasingly restless regarding her mission for the day. Realizing that her time was too precious to be wasted like this, she swallowed her pride and invited Zhao Wan'er to take a stroll in the garden.

At this moment, Fang Yi was hurtling forward like an injured beast, though his speed was gradually slowing down.

Suddenly, An Luo vanished. Chutian had long since witnessed this technique—it was the assassination art. At this moment, he was in a state of decomposition, causing those unfamiliar with the move to cry out in alarm.

Qingwen blushed and sneered, "If you don't appreciate it, then forget it." With that, she turned as if to walk out.

At this, Zihan was momentarily speechless, looking at Qing Yinshu with a sense of helplessness. Yet, when all was said and done, Zihan did not feel any repulsion toward Qing Yinshu, even after everything that had just transpired.

With every word and action, Blood Moon's brows furrowed deeply once more, and amidst it all, those eyes remained unfathomable.

Later, she mentally compared the two men with Fang Yi. Following this comparison, her previous guarded expression instantly turned somewhat disdainful—what a bunch of losers.

This was no different from the chaotic divine realms of ancient deities and the orderly divine realms of the Golden Humanity residing on the other shore, watching coldly from afar.

Phoenix Butterfly shrieked, its shrill cry echoing through that instant. As the brilliance reversed, a gigantic multicolored butterfly manifested in mid-air. The Phoenix Butterfly's body then floated and merged into the illusory projection of the phantom butterfly, transforming into one.

Angry as Li Jiajia was, she was also terrified of being immobilized by acupoint pressing again. The relentless rhythm of laughter from earlier had left her deeply shaken.

"Mr. Ye! I can only take you this far! Take care!" The pilot gave a military salute, his attitude exceedingly polite.

"Tell me, what's wrong with you two?" Zhao Xuran couldn't figure out why Zhao Guangran had been beaming with excitement all afternoon while Gong Ruini drooped her face. Could someone have been bullying her?

Yet currently, such a tactic seemed ineffective, especially since Chu Jianbo kept lecturing her relentlessly.

Righteousness exists between heaven and earth, endowing various shapes and forms with complexity. On earth, there are rivers and mountains; in the skies, the sun, moon, and stars. Just as there is a righteousness among mortals known as the aura of awe, filling the entire universe! Whenever this righteousness pierces through the sun and moon, who could ever keep thoughts of mortality in mind?

This left the group of Flaming Dragon special forces soldiers utterly astonished. When had the Flame King ever become so easy to talk to, and why did he seem so respectful toward Qin Hao? Had the sun risen from the west today?

Yet no matter how they imagined it, today's battle had yielded results far more glorious than expected, while their own casualties were practically nonexistent.

Professor Lu Renzhang was currently seated inside a van. Aside from Professor Lu himself, the van carried three of his accompanying students: Han Junku, Luo Zhanfeng, and Liu Xiang, who were currently frowning as they headed toward the assembly point.

"Exactly, exactly! You literally treated the old man to death, the least you can do is show some remorse. Has your conscience been eaten by dogs?" someone nearby mocked with disdain.

As everyone was enjoying themselves, Shui Yishuang, Hao Chen, and Su Yue, who had been standing off to the side in a daze, suddenly came to a realization: everyone was just joking.

Ten minutes or so later, Gao Xudong indeed returned from outside. His steps were steady, the lines of his face slightly rigid.

His stomach was already rumbling with hunger, and with such a delicacy right before his eyes, how could he not want to eat? Besides, those eyes of his possessed such lethal allure.

This mighty naval warrior of Cao Wei, the junk-sailing bandit despised by the world, unleashed his divine might at this crucial moment, single-handedly breaking through the obstacles of the Wu forces and carving out a bloody path.

The still-warm campfire indicated that someone had not left long ago. It would be bad if it made the Mongol soldiers too alert.

If Cao Cao could be killed, or even captured alive, the entire Cao-controlled territory would crumble from within and be pacified without a fight.

That fake liquor, which even Awakened ones wouldn't touch, had its chemical composition altered by Lin Feng over two days using his innate ability, transforming it into a fragrant, exquisite wine.

"Taoist bandit! I will never let you take Mayi. Never!" Sima Yi gritted his teeth tightly, continuously encouraging himself to hold on.

Driven by this mindset, the first wave of over fifty Japanese soldiers attacking Phoenix Peak appeared remarkably relaxed, walking toward the peak with almost straightened backs.