Volume 1, Chapter 43: Tracing Shadows and Unmasking the Mastermind

However, Han Tianhua, who had always cowered at the mere shout of Captain Shao, did not quiet down this time. He frantically dialed Ning Yuxin’s number, hoping she would pick up and tell him she was safe, but the icy electronic voice confirmed that something had indeed happened to her.

After settling He Xiaojin, the puppet doll lurked back, intending to get to the bottom of the matter before seeking out Nan Yehua.

Yet, even just from this, judging by the girl's physique and the calluses on her hands, Li Su could roughly guess that her background was anything but ordinary.

The leadership of a nation is like the parents of a family. And a parent like Danzo is truly something one yearns for.

Ning Yuxin had graduated two months ago and had yet to find a proper job. Today, she had been rejected by another gaming company. Han Tianhua had asked her before why she was so obsessed with working for a game studio.

Shen Lianyang saw that Chang Hao remained as indifferent as ever, remaining completely oblivious to what was running through his mind.

Who didn't know that Miss Li was now the Prince's right-hand woman? If any harm were to come to her, it would likely be even harder for him to bear than if he were injured himself.

At this moment, Meng Yunqing had been struck by an unexpected blow and lay limp on the ground, his fate hanging in the balance.

"Perhaps in the eyes of Alliance Leader Ye, not becoming the 'Number One in the World' is a rather shameful thing," Nan Yehua attempted to argue.

As for the music, it was as clear as mountain springs, as soft as falling snow and fluttering petals, as cold as a biting winter wind, and as hauntingly beautiful as moonlight over a lotus pond, leaving one with an endless aftertaste.

In the blink of an eye, several sword marks appeared on the jade pedestal. Su Mu’s aura climbed to its peak, and the stone shards that were carved away transformed into specks of light as they fell, vanishing into nothingness.

"Then what about me?" Cheng Yanzhong intended to vie for a place in Su Ruoyao’s heart, and to compete with her own son for it—that was truly interesting.

"You lot, hurry up and fill the fuel tank of Mr. Muxia’s sidecar motorcycle, then start it up. Wait for my martial brother to return with his son to Tianjin Wei; there are urgent matters to discuss at home, and Mr. Muxia cannot be delayed for even a moment. If you miss your mark, I shall hold you responsible!" Xue Dian commanded the guards.

Is there a way to convert the Magic Web without using the power of faith or magical elements?

Turning to look at the dried-up Nether-Cold Pond, Su Mu did not know how to break the news to Elder Qi. He began to walk, pondering the matter to himself.

"Shadow Fusion? Merging into one's own shadow? A wonder-item? What exactly qualifies as a wonder-item?" Ye Ge muttered, recalling the blue liquid within the tortoise shell he had held earlier that day, though he truly could not discern anything unusual about it.

All these years, he had never noticed a thing. He had always viewed him as a good man, a benefactor, even planning to offer his entire fortune to repay him.

"Alright, alright, since there is no harm done, that is for the best!" Li Cunyi felt a mix of relief and melancholy. After saying this to Han Jin-yong, he turned his head to cast a glance at Cao Futian and Cao Fudi.

The old, weak, and frail were merely cannon fodder meant to save rations. Even if they seized food during this southern invasion, it would be reserved for the stronger, younger wolves. It would not be wasted on the elderly or infirm.

For any action or technique that relies on willpower, both strength and speed increase gradually.

"I have been in Heavenly Evil for so many years; I never care who sends us!" Stabi looked directly at Qibiqiu, speaking with neither servility nor arrogance.

"Truly worthy of being one of the three treasures of the Lan Kingdom. This 'Golden Ingot' is indeed a smart person," Qiao Hanyan said with a smile, though it sounded quite discordant to Mu Yiyi.

"Nonsense!" Shen Yanjie gave Qin Yang a charming, reproachful look, yet she did not struggle, allowing herself to be held without pulling away immediately. Even so, a flush of crimson rose to her pretty face.

Over twenty Golden Core stage warriors unleashed their full strength simultaneously, the aura they emitted permeating the entire Nether-Water City.

"It’s here." The Blood Demon suddenly halted, two beams of blood-red light erupting from his eyes and striking a spot directly between the two Fire-Nether Beasts.

"Satisfying. This is truly a great place for cultivation." Zhou Dao circulated his physical evolution technique, constantly resisting the surrounding lightning essence. He felt his body being destroyed and reconstructed simultaneously; if not for his past experience of a complete rebirth, he would surely have lost consciousness by now.

"Eleven million divine stones!" A powerhouse sitting in the ordinary section below raised his auction paddle with a smile.

"Brother Tianya, how could it be like this?" Little sister Bingbao opened her beautiful, wide eyes, looking lost and helpless.

The cars behind saw the Bluebird ahead accelerating constantly and sensed something was wrong. They pressed down on the gas, attempting to flank them from both sides and intercept Qin Yang’s Bluebird in one fell swoop.

"Alright! Miss Ming, just focus on restoring your internal energy; I will stall for time!" Xiao Mo handed the 'Spirit-Nourishing Pill' and the 'Speed is the Soul of War' scroll to Ming Yuyue, his expression solemn.

Terrifying attack techniques landed one after another upon the massive body of the Spirit-Rhino Beast.

"Good, I leave it to you; I am going to retrieve an item." The Azure Emperor nodded, then looked toward Grandpa Tree.

A tall, burly man immediately grew agitated. He carried a spiked mace on his shoulder, clearly a reckless fellow who could not tolerate a grain of sand in his eyes.

Wang Biao stood stunned for a moment. Seeing that Zhou Mingyang had suddenly gone silent, he realized he had encountered an opportunity to enter a state of self-forgetfulness, so he stood guard to the side without disturbing him.

Qingyue had seen enough of the world to remain calm in such a situation. After a moment of composed thought, she decided to follow and see what was happening; the behavior of Yang Sheng and Huang Tao was simply too bizarre.

Just as Zhou Mingyang was about to argue, he saw the leader of the eagle demons fly out. It opened its massive beak, and a cloud of yellowish-brown mist spewed forth, growing denser and thicker until it shrouded half the sky.

The two youths finally breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing the white falcon land in the garden from afar, they stopped their pursuit and slowly approached.