Chapter 87

Burghardt narrowly escaped death, and when he regained his senses, he realized that it was Tang Yushi who had saved him.

At that moment, Qin Hao was a little surprised to see Lin Zhiyun stand up for him, but soon he looked at this stunning beauty with growing interest.

He lifted his right foreleg, spread his fingers, and, just like a human, used his middle finger to gesture provocatively at Jin Tian and Yin Di, challenging them.

The one-armed man, trying to protect Yue Ling Shan, was struck twice in quick succession by Sun Ce and was now injured.

I had faced mortal danger before, but never in this way—it truly felt as if I was about to die. Only now did I understand what real death felt like.

With a thunderous shout from Liu Feiyi, five immortal formations charged straight at Xu Chen and his companions, their celestial power overwhelming and fierce.

“Don't worry. Guard the entrance and make sure no one disturbs me!” I whispered urgently to Dai Lin.

What caused Li Fan’s father’s death? Who was his mother? Why did she abandon her young son and choose to leave?

Xu Chen wrapped his arms around her slender waist, while she embraced his neck, her face radiant with joy and laughter.

Upon hearing Jiang Cheng and Shang Beixing decide not to kill her, but to keep her as leverage against Qin Hao, she resolved to die rather than be used.

Wang had once braved immense danger to meet Lu Shu Qing. Last night, the black threads he had planted on Lu Shu Qing inexplicably lost their effect—he knew the evil god of the black threads had found Lu Shu Qing.

Yet now, as he followed beside Xi Luo, he seemed like an obedient child, allowing her to direct him as she pleased.

Charles lofted the ball to Camby, who caught it, turned, and passed it smoothly to Mo Xi in the low post.

“How many members of the Xingtian Sect Alliance are on Hongtu Street? We should have some intelligence by now, right?” Kong Zhang asked.

Before acting, Wang refrained from making a move himself. For the sake of his ultimate dream, he sensed it was best to avoid trouble and let others do the work, reaping the rewards as a fisherman would.

Hong Qi could tell from Yan Ying’s tone that she was deeply resentful; part of it was because Hong Qi had shared her ambitions, but mostly it was regret—he thought of everything, yet somehow overlooked her.

But then he reconsidered—at the time, neither the White Dragon nor General Wang had brought so many people from the Underworld, and even if they had, He Ping was not from the Heaven Punishing Bureau. Those experts, though many died or were wounded, were all loyal defenders—so what did it matter to him?

“Wait, why aren’t you asking them for their membership cards?” At that moment, Li Yun widened her eyes, staring at the unfazed Lin Su. Fear turned to anger in an instant.

Half of it was actually my doing? If not for the other contents, Shen Yan would have truly believed CAI had caught him with evidence.

“Of course I can speak. Please don’t kill me. I’ve died once already; I don’t wish to go through it again. As long as you spare me, I’ll do whatever you want.” The skull spoke in a piercingly sharp, urgent voice.

“I’m sorry, stranger, but I can’t die yet.” As he spoke, he slashed back with his sword, the move fierce and forceful—a true master of the blade.

Good grief! Xiao Yunjie silently gave Yan Po Yue a thumbs-up, but meanwhile his mind was spinning like a hard drive at full speed.

“Nana, is your body really up to this? If you run into danger, you won’t have any chance to resist.” Mo Shen frowned.

The rhythm of the gunfire was not complex; Zhao Zhigang fired in cycles of three, two, and one shot—three bursts per cycle, reliably releasing seven bullets each time, repeating this pattern endlessly.

Chu Ge understood that this sensation was artificially created—from the service at the Hundred Delicacies Pavilion, it was clear this place was no ordinary, people-friendly restaurant.

And when I returned, I did hear them mention my second uncle might not be doing so well.

While the two of them were talking, Li Na’s examination was already over, and now she was being wheeled back to her room.

He had never seen anyone with such a powerful sacred body—even among the Barbarian Demon Tank Clan, famed for their defense, none matched Xi Qianye’s monstrous resilience.

“I gave you a choice. Surrender your weapons honestly, but clearly you chose a more extreme way for me to confirm you can’t escape from here.” Even as the man acted with brazen arrogance, his tone remained righteous.

Upon hearing his subordinate's reply, Zhou Shaojun’s expression darkened instantly. He sensed they had walked into a trap, as if those here had expected their arrival.

Lan Mingliu was shocked—could it be that the group had really escaped? Just then, the narrow Soul-Calming Gorge began to close in. Lan Mingliu didn’t know what was happening, but dared not linger, soaring towards the exit.

[World] Red Carrot: The first strike was made by Tuanzi! You’re slow to act and blame others for snatching the monster? Is Silk Cave your family’s business? Fox spirits turning into spider spirits?

Though Cai Miao was a body-refining martial artist, her strength was relatively inferior. The peak of innate first stage body refining should match an ordinary innate second stage, but when facing true prodigies, she fell short.

Han Qiu was at ease, not caring at all. After all, he wasn’t an actor or singer, nor a big celebrity—just a director, and currently a successful one in the country.

Han Qiu’s expression softened a bit. This guy was a Catholic; surely he couldn’t swear lightly?

Just then, a crisp shout of “Kill!” rang from the human side, rolling like thunder, shaking hearts and souls, as if thunder from the nine heavens.

During the past half month, Chen Wushuang left the Tongtian Tower once, raising the energy of the Mirror of Sighs to a thousand layers, and urging the Hundred Battles Chen Clan and Yellow Springs Sect to madly collect ancient spiritual artifacts.

Other countries dared not relax either. These twenty million demon beasts would sweep through any nation with ease—none could stand against them.