Chapter 72: Hmm, Understood

Lin Siqing was fast asleep, sprawled across his desk with his head pillowed on his arms. His brows were slightly furrowed, as if he were trapped in a restless dream.

Sunlight streamed through the window, casting mottled patches of light and shadow upon him. As time drifted by, the interplay of light and shadow shifted slowly, as though painting a fluid, living canvas over his form.

In another corner of the classroom, Zhao Jiaren and several classmates were playing boisterously.

The ball in their hands flew back and forth through the air, accompanied by the companions—

"Damn it, successfully chatting her up counts as completing the trial mission." Hearing the trial objective echoing within his mind, Yun Tianyu felt a trace of helplessness and silently cursed the Great Demon King as a lecher.

Behind Bai Tianlang, those four individuals at the eighth tier of the Annihilation Realm stared with wide-open eyes, their faces etched with absolute disbelief. As veterans who had followed Bai Tianlang for a long time, they naturally knew the terrifying power of his Blood-Shedding Frenzied Blade technique. Faced with such a move, not even the four of them combined possessed the strength to escape unscathed.

Slaughtering Yan Hong might prove somewhat strenuous, but entangling him in battle for a while was by no means a difficult task.

Mo Wen seemed completely impervious to Tang Tiande's anger, continuing unperturbedly to issue a series of complex military orders—orders that Tang Tiande could not possibly comprehend, understood only by Mo Wen and his staff officers.

Behind him, golden radiance flashed once more, followed by a verdant green light that painted the entire heaven and earth in jade hues. Twelve Heavenly Dao Swords and the Golden Dragon Scissors struck simultaneously.

An ancient locust tree, scorched black by the fires of war, had sprouted fresh branches. Although the autumn winds had turned that tender green into withered yellow leaves before stripping them bare, the gnarled twigs emerging from the still-charred trunk offered an unmistakable sense of new-born vitality.

The Purgatory Mountain Holy Master's arms sealed the wound on his chest, yet Tong Wei's strike had not aimed for that injury, instead striking with pinpoint precision at his throat.

A terrifying sonic boom shattered the air. Hurtling backward through the sky, heedless of the fresh blood gushing from his mouth, Tong Wei stubbornly and powerfully thrust out his hands, loosing an arrow.

"Shantong, let's go, let's go!" Kuri's stern expression suddenly softened as she clamored toward Shantong behind her.

The water ape, knowing the larger picture and unwilling to implicate the eldest and second brothers or worsen matters with its own speech, retracted its steel trident. It melted into a stream of water that flowed back into its body, then retreated sullenly to the side.

Just days ago, this world still held a sense of lingering attachment; yet looking upon it now as everything remained unchanged, she suddenly found it utterly repulsive.

She would never admit to it, however, because she knew that Wu Da harbored inappropriate desires toward her. She was quite adept at exploiting this vulnerability to make him even more utterly devoted to her, and she would never betray her own secrets.

"Indeed," Zhener murmured, feeling a touch of bewilderment. Yet, no matter how she pondered it, she never could have imagined that Marquis Xiahou would actually be inside the room.

A flash of silver light ignited between Ling Feng's brows, and the phantom palm grew three to fourfold larger. A wisp of pale smoke rose from the center of the palm; when the shadow finally dissipated, Duotian's figure was completely gone.

As the saying goes, spilled water cannot be gathered up. Within the Ling family household, as long as she remained, Ling Jing would never cease her campaign to frame her. For it was only after the tragedy struck that she truly understood the treacherous depths of the human heart.

Song Yiyi was well aware of this etiquette. Xiahou's table manners were exquisite; the chopsticks in his hand seemed like batons commanding a thousand armies. With a straight back and an upright posture, his handsome silhouette exuded elegance and nobility, accompanied by the effortless, casual aura of someone in a position of supreme authority—one that left no room for criticism.

Although it sounded like an attempt to comfort him, the commander of the imperial guards suddenly felt that the defense of Feng City should never have been this fragile. Setting aside the King of Hell, Mo Wang alone commanded an army of three hundred thousand troops, yet this time they had remained completely inactive.

Yang Zaixing and Daniu had already entered the Lingguan Hall. Neither of them spoke further, for Mojuan knew they could not block his path.

As far as Gu Lian's personal experience was concerned, disturbing someone else's sleep was unquestionably a most heinous crime.