Chapter 29

Within the formation, waves of fury rose once more, crashing relentlessly against its barriers. Luckily, these were but ordinary waves, devoid of spiritual energy. Though the formation was battered and scarred, it still managed to withstand their assault.

Liu Wu wished desperately to save Yu Anmin, yet he found himself at a loss. He tried to intercept the tribulation lightning, hoping to ease her burden, but before he could even approach the mountain, an invisible force blocked his path. This power was indomitable and unyielding, a barrier impossible to break.

Lingxian picked up a morsel of shredded fish with her chopsticks, struggling to bring it to her lips, yet no matter how she tried, she could not succeed.

The steelworks were not far from the War Eagle Special Operations Battalion’s camp, and at this hour, the roads were nearly empty.

Green bamboo shoots and carrots were both fantastical ingredients. The bamboo shoots were translucent green, resembling a piece of jade, thus earning the name “Jade Shoot.”

Their techniques flowed smoothly enough, but lacked the spectacle she had witnessed before. Their fighting style was simple, merely repeating the act of widening the distance and casting spells—nothing more than that.

However, after Helan Chen discussed matters privately with Mu Xiaoxia, she abruptly changed her stance.

“Clear your mind, unite your energy!” Fu Yi infused his voice with spiritual power and called out in a low tone. Though it lacked the wondrous effects of Wei Ziye or Zhang Tianyu, it roused the others from their haze.

After the meal, Xiao Haoran drove Mu Xiaoxia home. When they were still a block away from Shen Jiahe’s residence, she asked him to stop the car.

“Didn’t they say you’re from Spirit Vulture Palace? In that case, shall I take you to Spirit Vulture Palace?” Chu Feng replied as he gathered his thoughts.

Master Wu was a renowned jade carver from Huizhou. Many wealthy patrons commissioned him to design and craft jade ornaments, and his fees kept rising. Yet, due to his advanced age and declining strength, he rarely took new jobs in recent years.

His illness was incurable worldwide. Though it would not take his life, it would result in infertility.

For ordinary people, casinos were places best avoided, but Xiang Yu was no ordinary man. He came fully prepared.

Though it was clearly a sharp turn and should have been taken with the brakes, Lin Chen sped straight through without slowing.

Westerners, on the other hand, held Tang Sancai in high regard, considering it a unique pinnacle in the history of Chinese ceramics.

Earlier, his hand had merely brushed against Yi Pingping’s face, yet in that instant, she spat out blood. Could it be that Master Tianxin’s hand concealed some mechanism? Otherwise, how could it be so deft?

The burly man was about to seize Shangguan Wan’er when a young man suddenly appeared, changing his expression dramatically.

Amidst the cheers in the martial arena, Lin Chen landed on the fighting platform, his gaze locked onto the nearby Short-legged Tiger.

Di Renjie and his companions rushed in, and Xiang Yu immediately led his army northward, preparing to reclaim the cities seized by the werewolves.

“Yes!” The subordinate generals had no choice but to obey. Acting on impulse would change nothing; they could only step aside with tears in their eyes.

Ye Fan was deeply unwilling in his heart. He knew exactly what it meant to die here—he would vanish completely, leaving no trace behind.

The old monk tribe’s favorite pastime was acting as flower guardians. I’ll squeeze in later and avenge you all.

At that moment, a man leaped up—it was clear he was a disciple of the Qi Sect, one who had just participated in the battle and slain all the experts of Mount Shu.

“Aunt Zhang, how can that be? In the past, when I had no money, you often let me eat rice noodles for free. Now that I have money, how can I shamelessly keep eating without paying?” Lin Fei quickly looked up and said.

Yin Yin’s heart was a swirl of emotions. Biting her lip, she sat up slowly. Ah Zhen hurriedly placed a pillow behind her waist. She fluttered her beautiful eyelashes, casting a sidelong glance at the man with a mischievous smile. Her pale cheeks suddenly flushed, and she turned away in flustered embarrassment.

At this moment, Song Xiaotian and his group were surrounded on both ends by over a hundred people. Clearly, they had been encircled.

Yet Yang Dong did not fall for the trap, using his wit and composure to resolve the crisis.

Poseidon could only glare bitterly at the Fire God, his eyes full of unwillingness. But he was helpless—his body went limp, and he collapsed to his knees, then fell completely, losing all strength.

To be used as an assessment for S-class bodyguards, the danger level could only be even more unpredictable.

Long Fei was astonished, his curiosity about the Consecration Ceremony deepening. He hadn’t expected that this temple fair would attract so many notable figures from Jinghai City.

If he didn’t expose her probing, she would keep testing his limits. But if he did, she might not even bother to scold him.

The Divine Sword Saint King let out a sigh. The Yin-Yang Saint King, once revered, had now become such a figure—truly a fate worse than death.

The cave was just ahead, but the weight on her back suddenly increased, nearly crushing her. In that moment, Yun Chi realized that he was forcing himself to stay conscious, perhaps so as not to burden her further. After all, staying awake, even if only a little, saved her some effort.

Upon waking, Yin Xiaoxue felt a subtle pain in her chest. She reached out and felt something wriggling beneath her skin.

With such a comparison, Chifeng Yu felt even more confident. He believed that if the current market persisted, his Concentration Pills could fetch at least six thousand mid-grade energy stones.

The moment he saw Wang Xudong, Chen Long’s whole body trembled. He feared Wang Xudong deeply, a terror stemming from the heart, a fear that could not be suppressed.

Black Mountain City was the capital of the Black Tiger Kingdom. Outside the city stood a tall mountain, jagged and pitch-black, its summit resembling a fierce tiger’s head.

At the same time, Fusi’s company issued a statement, clarifying that Fusi and Shen Suixin were merely friends. Because he visited her on set and saw she was in danger, as a responsible, loyal man, Fusi naturally could not stand by and do nothing.

This morning at court, several ministers supporting Prince Qin jointly impeached the crown prince. They claimed he was unambitious, rarely attended court, neglected state affairs, and, worse, indulged in debauchery with male companions. They declared that should he ascend the throne, it would be a misfortune for the nation.