Volume 1, Chapter 26: The Fierce Uncle Wants to Kill Me!

"It's fine." Fujiwarayu desperately wanted to signal Miwako Sato to warn them to leave the area, but he was currently on a mission. If he issued orders too abruptly, the enemies lurking in the shadows might detect something amiss, which would be troublesome.

"Yang Lan, it's up to you now." Deep within the mansion, wisps of black mist dissipated. Yang Lan opened his eyes, and his aura erupted like a volcano.

With Wang Chen's assistance, the rebellion incited by the three Dragon Kings didn't even cause a ripple.

Ye Qiaofei finally felt her mood improve. She took out her phone and played the recording she had just made.

Therefore, Jiang Changsheng continued to support Zhang Yimou in interviews. Regardless of what the future held for Zhang, at the very least, as the general director of the Beijing Olympics, no one was better suited for the position.

"Haha, that's right. The White Horse Gang is going to capture a city gate tower today. What? You're not convinced?" Zhong Chu said with an arrogant expression, his aura fully unleashed.

Upon hearing the Supreme Elder's words, Zhen Bufan immediately reached out to pull him, cutting off what he was about to say.

If this plan could be sustained, perhaps the Xiao family could eventually grow into a major power in the Jia Ma Empire.

Fei Zhong stood at one meter ninety, a full head taller than Li Miaowang. Staring at him now was like looking at a lamb awaiting slaughter.

The leader didn't seem inclined to speak, and the other elders remained silent, fearing they might invite trouble upon themselves.

"But..." An Sheng still felt guilty. When he raised her, it wasn't for the sake of being repaid.

She had thought she could use Yu Shuxian to firmly control the Crown Prince, but now it seemed the hope was slim. Why bother with such futile efforts?

Hua Weilu suddenly felt a sense of loss in her heart. She couldn't say why—perhaps it was because Taozi had just been kidnapped, and Zhishan was about to leave, or perhaps because she had grown accustomed to life in this ancient era and was suddenly overcome by an inexplicable melancholy.

Of course, this assumed the City Lord of Tianyun City had confirmed that Yun Buyu had not offended Black Cliff, and that Yun Buyu would be safe and have a future.

"People strive for higher ground; it’s no wonder the business at Baoqing Studio is thriving," Chu Liangrao remarked.

No... that wasn't the case. The Master of the Linglong Tower was still outside. With an enemy of such unfathomable depth, the Spirit Academy remained in grave danger.

Xia Jie looked down at her, surprised by her sudden news, then lifted his eyes to look at Lin Rourou in the hall, his brows furrowing in displeasure.

"Under the circumstances, we need to administer anti-inflammatory injections; I'm worried about inflammation and infection," Sun Boran said, looking at Chu Haoxuan, waiting for his response.

Yin Hua then presented Chu Liangrao's suggestion, watching the Emperor's expression as she spoke.

She thought so much only for her younger brother's safety, fearing he would be used by hostile factions.

The drilling site was about two hundred meters from their previous position. By the time they arrived, many people had already gathered—both engineering crew and armed guards—all craning their necks to look at the drill with curiosity.

According to Su Junhua's method, they would have to turn over several million to the village every year, and the annual interest on the eight million in raised funds alone would be seven or eight hundred thousand.

"I took the opportunity to come out while I had some time, to bring Lily here for breakfast," John replied.

If there hadn't been people with cameras filming in the vicinity, Shangguan Xiaoyun would have absolutely believed this was the filming of some television drama or some bizarre performance art.

Moreover, the Infinite Legion was not merely for show. A massive number of warships followed the planetary fortress, launching a counter-offensive against the Abyss Legion with astounding results.

The white-bearded elder's face was full of shock. A bead of sweat seeped from his forehead, the starlight in his eyes seemed to shimmer more intensely, and his fan-like ears trembled slightly, after which the look of shock on his face deepened.

The guard poked his head into the vehicle, counted the people inside—it seemed to match the number from departure—and without another word, he waved them through.

After years of all-out construction in the Stanton District, high-rise buildings had sprung up one after another, and roads intersected in a grid; the appearance of a future international metropolis was gradually emerging.

Above the Iron-Bone War Spear, streaks of law manifested. With a flash of white light, the Saint Son of Iron-Bone struck, his spear thrusting toward Chidanzi with unparalleled speed.

Lin Huan's aura completely stunned Ma Liqiang, Li Zhong, and the others, for they had only ever seen such an indomitable presence in that one man.

She clutched her head and cried out in pain, as if she had seen something monstrous, and was so frightened she fell back onto her seat. Her face turned deathly pale, causing the expressions of the gathered saints to shift in alarm.

Discerning this situation, Proxima Midnight grew furious. The Earthlings had actually played them for fools; the sense of superiority cultivated from conquering countless planets made this encounter unbearable, leaving her filled with indignation.

"I... I don't know." A cold drop of sweat trickled down the black-clad man's forehead, and his hand holding the gun trembled uncontrollably.

If this scene were a movie, it would be as if it were rewinding; everything that had happened before was flowing back in an entirely opposite direction.

A massive footprint descended from the sky, heavy as an ancient mountain, crashing down upon the grand protective formation.

Luo Hao's rapid-fire attacks had nearly wiped out the army of magical beasts commanded by Master Baizhen. Though he had now been struck by a surprise attack, Luo Hao's Holy Body and vitality were so potent that he recovered instantly, returning to peak condition.

"Are there any clues? Are we just supposed to search blindly?" Duobao realized the severity of the situation and asked.

Luo Hao manifested his Dharma Body, his dragon-patterned black blade sweeping through the void in a blaze of golden light, as if cleaving through chaos.

At that moment, another cold voice echoed, and several even larger predatory birds soared into the sky, glaring at the descending figure.