42 Wounds

Liang Chen cast a sudden glance at the black cat held in the arms of one of Zhuang Mingju’s men. Known as the mysterious cat, black cats have enjoyed a revered fate since ancient times. Some believe they ward off evil, while others say they frequent unclean places, able to see both realms of yin and yang.

As laughter burst forth, the young gentlemen echoed with their own, everyone well aware that the appearance of Lang Baitiao had already secured a sweeping victory for the resplendent Golden Glory Hall.

Holding a steaming bowl of noodles, he walked straight into the interrogation room, eating with relish right in front of the dazed Ma Shanglong. Poor Ma Shanglong, since his capture, had only been given endless water and two dry buns.

The ropes binding the four limbs of the two men were neither metal nor wood, but woven from the sinews of mutated beasts, unusually tough. More cruel still, four metal spikes, each radiating a special energy, pierced their shoulders and knees, rendering their hands and feet powerless and keeping their wounds from ever healing.

Lin Zifu’s hand holding the abacus trembled, but she summoned all her strength to fling it away, and Wealth managed to block it.

With bewilderment, the two corpses struck their hearts like heavy hammers, shaking the three to their core.

He then did his utmost to let them shine before everyone in their finest forms, making them irreplaceable.

The path of the conqueror is arduous and fraught with obstacles. Step by step, one ascends over countless corpses, yet the conqueror is innately compassionate—righteous and loyal, acting not for gain but from instinct, open and honest, never judging by success or failure.

He could be decent to comrades, but toward outsiders and women, he was always cold and indifferent.

It was not until that exercise, when he encountered Wang Dahuo, that he lost completely. True, he had been distracted by the incident involving the nearby bodyguard of Changsun Shunde, but even so, it revealed the gap in their abilities.

If Qin Yan was truly possessed by a monster, Chengang would likely be the only one present capable of subduing him.

As this fellow leaned forward, a black shadow instantly approached. Instinctively, he assumed a defensive posture and called out warily.

A voice, aged yet full of force, resounded from the depths of the jungle. As the earth shook and trees collapsed, a colossal white ape, nearly thirty meters tall, slowly emerged from the heart of the forest.

Feng Simu had already noticed that although Wu Meng’s cultivation was subtle, she was the weakest among the three. Thus, he decided to deal with Wu Meng and Xingkong Ling first, and only then take on Qinglin and Song Tian.

Such totemic power, when it reaches its peak, can even summon a ninth-grade Azure Lotus for protection—a safeguard for this child.

That banquet for Ye Chenfeng seemed known only to the four of them. How did Gu Shaoqing find out?

Once the journalists’ articles were published, Yuan Zhouzi’s reputation would surely reach its zenith.

The enemy soldier howled in agony as if plunged into a cauldron of hell oil, his face contorted, tongue bitten clean through, twisted like a knot.

It’s not hard to understand: like lending money to a friend who fails to repay for years, never mentioning it. Then, one day, he returns the money, adds interest, treats you to a meal, and sincerely apologizes. How could you not be pleased?

No reminder was needed. The devastated pirate fleet had long since resumed their savage pursuit. Especially a medium-sized armed ship, which deployed defensive shields, activated all its weapons, and charged at the battered mech.

Gu Nianzhi drank her wine angrily and stormed out, while Xie Lianghuan raised her glass to her lips and promptly fainted.

After catching the baseball from the catcher, Kan Hiroshi took off his cap and wiped the sweat from his brow with his sleeve. He bent down for the magnesium powder bag in front of him, squeezed it firmly, then tossed it back to the ground.

“Thank you for the compliment, senior. I still have much to learn,” Miyuki Ichiya replied as he returned the baseball to Shinomiya.

Hong’er, coaxed by Lady Spirit Snake, washed away her beloved crimson rouge, revealing a charmingly innocent face.

Huangpu Hengliu’s words were clearly directed at Ye Chong. Had Ye Chong been just an ordinary Supreme, he might truly have been manipulated.

In just a few days, Ye Chong solved the most pressing problems for Dongfang Hospital. The National Medicine Center was officially established, with Kogawa Bai as its first director.

And the evil spirits—rather than calling them sinister or wicked, it would be more apt to say they had been mad from the very beginning.

She had always lived freely, never considering the notion of fate, but now, even Luo Pan Zhenzun was forced to ascend, making her take it seriously.

Fu Chen fused two liquids with his true energy, their colors gradually shifting to a dark purple. The next step was careful refinement.

“Splash! Splash! Splash!” The giant snake thrashed desperately in the pool, clearly suffering from the venom. Though not immediately paralyzed, it felt extreme discomfort, writhing to rid itself of the toxin.

The Taoist of Sky Gu, seeing him withdraw the black mist, was unperturbed; he shook the magic banner even harder. Instantly, the black mist in the Water-Fire Flower Basket revived, becoming fierce and powerful, so much so that the Taoist nearly failed to suppress it.

With a gentle smile, she plucked a branch of apricot blossoms as she passed, savoring their fragrance.

This counterattack lasted a full day. The Southern Demon Clan retreated dozens of miles, with over a hundred villages and settlements reclaimed. Although they failed to capture the crucial fortress city, the White Tiger Nation and its tribal allies were still elated, convinced they had made the right choice following Tiger Roaring Sky.

“No problem!” Zhusha agreed cheerfully, then watched them slowly head beyond the barrier.

“Brother, what’s wrong? You look terrible.” Liao saw Youtian’s sudden change of expression and thought his earlier mention of the Yin-Yang Heaven-Reversal technique had gone awry.

“No! I’m innocent! You can’t arrest me!” The soldier named Moody, seeing the guards approach, suddenly grabbed his nearest comrade and shoved him toward the guards.

Others were the same, but Li Ruo’s mansion was especially so. With the Crown Prince absent, his consort became the leader of his faction’s supporters. Every day, dozens at least came to visit, initially hoping she could locate the Prince. Gradually, they realized she was in the dark, and all hope began to fade.