Volume 1, Chapter 39: Battling the Guardian, A Glorious Return

The Guardian appeared, wreathed in an ancient and mysterious aura. Those profound eyes seemed capable of piercing through all things, setting off alarm bells in the hearts of Lin Fan and Liu Xuan.

"Young lady, what are you doing? How can you act so recklessly in front of someone else's shop for no reason?" Just as Shen Qingwu was completely losing control of her emotions, a clear, distant voice from behind brought a glimmer of stability to her anxious and restless heart.

"No, not at all. We were just, ah, envious of him. Having you is more than enough for me, haha," Gu Hui said with a helpless smile.

"Lord Gu and Lord Song are imperial envoys personally dispatched by the Emperor to provide disaster relief. You unruly peasants, ungrateful for such kindness, dare to intimidate and obstruct imperial envoys and the sovereign of the dynasty—just how many lives do you think you have?" The deputy under Song Zhi’s command sternly accused the villagers, who were already kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy.

"I may be old, but I am not deaf. This is a sacrifice I must make to uphold the creed of the Koga Ninja clan," Suzuki Takayuki glared at Lei and said.

"What nonsense are you spouting? I am trying to talk to you seriously!" Yun Weiyang shot him a cross look.

He had been playing League of Legends for four years and had played nearly ten thousand ranked matches. Apart from Challenger-tier games, the times he had encountered such genius players could be counted on one hand; as for finding such a raw, unaffiliated talent, he had never seen it even once.

Before Guan Xilian could speak, everyone felt a sudden gust of wind. Li Xin had opened the cabin door, and at this altitude of who-knows-how-many meters, the air pressure was immense.

"Demacia!" Seeing that chasing Kog'Maw might put Ezreal in danger, Jarvan IV decisively shifted his target, slamming his ultimate down onto Syndra.

"Who exactly are you?" Feng Qianxi asked calmly, his gaze probing Huo Xi. It seemed this youth had become much stronger overnight.

The moment Shen Qingwu voiced her question, the Shadow Guard spoke up, addressing her with great respect.

On the entire list, the names compiled by the Emperor exceeded a hundred, but the only one capable of standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Zhu Houzhao was Chu Yi.

When Ancestor Qingyi awoke, he was astonished to find that the mystical ice within his body had been completely expelled, though he had also sustained severe injuries. He lied to the sect leader, claiming that someone had come to the Sword Tomb and attacked him; the sect leader, unaware of the mysteries of the Sea of Blood, believed him.

"Actually, doing it this way is fine, but the key is that this is for tonifying the kidneys..." Murong Dan looked at Xiong Ping and Yun Zhen with a meaningful gaze.

Although the white robe had cold-resistant properties, in this temperature, it was a drop in the bucket and could barely ward off the chill. Fortunately, Xin Lan was skillful with her hands and had worked through the night to craft him a cotton-padded jacket.

Xu Shutao fought as he advanced; even without relying on his zombie physique, no ordinary army could hope to defeat him.

"Boss, the Cloud Boat is already in this state, why are we still hesitating? I’m going to kill that bastard today!" Deng Kai glared furiously at Zhuang Kun, his fists cracking as he clenched them; his intuition told him that the jerk had done it on purpose.

Yun Tian looked at Murong Dan and sighed. "Fine, let’s go." How much bitterness was in this child’s heart, forcing himself to grow up so quickly, unwilling to indulge in even a rare moment of warmth.

Finally, Liu Jin extended an olive branch to Chu Yi. As his voice trailed off, the hall fell silent. Everyone secretly watched Chu Yi, waiting to see his reaction and whether he would accept Liu Jin's solicitation.

The Shanghai University players looked at the scoreboard: 76 to 68. They had scored only ten points in the entire third quarter, while the opposition had turned a fifteen-point deficit into an eight-point lead.