Chapter Sixty: The Real and the Impostor Young Masters

Father Chi’s intention to send them away was clear, but Chen Tianyu pretended not to understand.
“Uncle Chi, what are you saying? Today’s star is your eldest son. Why would I get involved?”
Ignoring him, Father Chi turned to Su Wan once more. “Why aren’t you answering? What illness does your grandfather have?”
Su Wan lowered her head. “He has a tumor in his lungs.”
“With a family like yours, and an old man falling ill with something like that, I’d wager even if you emptied your savings, you still couldn’t afford the treatment.”
That swarthy, somewhat lecherous face—who else could look like that but the notorious Yang Bin? Among the older generation, Old Hei might not be that infamous yet, which was why Bai Xing hadn’t recognized him earlier. But in the younger generation, everyone in the Mirror Division was a celebrity.
Because Balha’s stature was barely higher than the stage, when others were right at eye level, it seemed he was staring straight ahead. With lanterns and torches illuminating him, the scene before his eyes was all glitter and splendor. Was such an ornate platform really meant for a performance? What if someone stepped on it and damaged it?
“Then we should just follow this path now,” Yan Li said, appearing resigned, though in truth he felt much lighter at heart.
Yu Mengqing had hardly killed anyone up to this point, so for matters like this, it was best for him to handle it himself.
This way, the bandit suppression campaign was a mixed bag; success was inevitable, but the good news was that the bandit chief had been eliminated. With Jiang Batian gone, the world would know peace, and Liu Binglie could even obtain a treasure map.
You Jian looked at the virus program across from him. The fellow had exhausted all his hand cards, leaving just a single card on the field.
Above Blood Moon Village, the demonic aura was swept away, and the sky immediately returned to its original bright blue, daylight restored.
After hearing Qin Junxi’s words, Mr. Long glanced at him once, then simply left Qin Junxi’s aircraft.
The view of her chest was completely exposed, the deep valley between her breasts making it hard for Qi Xuan to look away.
Qin Long fell to his knees with a cry, but immediately glared fiercely at the pursuers before him, gripping his blade, ready to fight to the death—only to be held back firmly by Zhang Mao. “Brother, don’t be upset. Even if the king is gone, we still have the strategist.”
The people from the Underworld Hall were shocked, not knowing where a white tiger had suddenly leapt from. The Nine-Striped Tiger opened its maw wide and swallowed the demon core in one bite. Not only were the Underworld Hall’s people astonished, but Ye Tian and Xiao Yajie were equally surprised.
When Qin Yu opened his eyes again, he found himself back in the dreamland instance, inside the lounge of his ship. Taking in the familiar surroundings, he couldn’t help but breathe deeply, intending to savor the scent of the sea once more.
His companion, who was carrying the camera beside him, had no time to talk; everyone was hurrying to make the most of their hard-won positions to film.
Just then, his gaze met the eyes of the person opposite, and Qin Yu could clearly see the worry in them. Without hesitation, he opened the paper ball to read it. Inside, there was only a brief message.
The two cried out in shock, their voices especially loud. Song Zheng, with a playful air, let out a laugh. A gust of wind swept up beneath his feet, green light soaring skyward. In the blink of an eye, Song Zheng vanished from the cliff, leaving only the frightened shouts of the pair behind.
They felt a trace of satisfaction in their hearts—serves you right for being so arrogant; now you’re getting what you deserve.
But it was already too late.
Electric Shock Attack: Utilizes currents within the body, conducting them through the part in contact with the enemy, usually combined with binding the opponent with the tail for a strike! Tiga didn’t react at first, but by the time he did and tried to break free, Eleking’s electric shock attack was already upon him.
The sun still rose; it would not alter its course from east to west because of anyone’s absence from this world.
And Su Chen, though still an outer disciple for now, who in today’s Lingwu Sect would dare treat him as just another ordinary member?