Chapter 56

“Because your brother has murderous intent toward me, he must die.” Wudao wrapped one arm around Long Yuxian’s waist, lifted Xia Ningyu’s chin with the other, and smiled coldly.

Then he waited, watching as Doctor Strange soared toward Dormammu in battle, just like in the movies, leaving Mordo and the others glaring furiously and Charles looking up at the sky, waiting for the transaction to end.

Looking up, he realized things were not as he imagined; nothing had happened on the street, only a new notice posted on the bulletin board. He muttered a curse, thinking there would be something exciting.

To add, the quality of weapons mainly depends on their enchantments. As long as a weapon is enchanted, it becomes an excellent one.

Kongkong followed Xiao Baobao, eyes wide with curiosity. Xiao Baobao insisted Kongkong change her appearance; thinking of her mother’s face, Kongkong altered herself so she looked nothing like Er.

In the human world, the enemy’s evil emblem could never appear, so the fact that Vecna’s followers had been here meant Vecna’s will had once descended upon this land.

At Xu Hongzhuang’s level, in order to adapt to harsher environments, her bodily functions had slowed to allow gradual growth. Her heart always beat slowly, but never before had it seemed on the verge of stopping.

Those reports about Cake Island being utterly shattered were exaggerated; news brings money, after all.

On this battlefield, the pig knights could not withstand Wudao’s might; morale plummeted. Seeing the fierce leader charging with his army, they turned their pig heads, let out a roar, and fled in panic.

“If you want to choose a weapon, pick any you like. This is the core area of our sect’s training grounds, and ordinary people won’t disturb us here,” Ye Zang said, agreeing that the environment was indeed excellent—mountains, water, beautiful scenery, perfect for sparring.

Ye Meng suddenly realized that the Daqing and Daqin dynasties he had known before were like frogs at the bottom of a well; only upon arriving at West Cliff Lake did he see how vast its stage truly was—far beyond imagination.

“Shen, you have some nerve, daring to act crazy in the Snow Lotus Sect; do you really think there’s no one here?” As Shangguan Dian spoke, his sword was drawn, but Shangguan Feng reached out to stop him.

Handling the paperwork, they experienced Director Lu’s formidable skills—stalling, obstructing, making things difficult for no apparent reason.

“Grandma, you’re amazing! How did you do it? Teach me, please?” Shen Peiyao tugged excitedly at Miao Ruolan’s sleeve, acting spoiled.

Shentu Make had once been a notorious thief, skilled and impossible for ordinary people to subdue. Watching him easily knock down several guards, the warden grew furious and ordered Shentu Make to be executed on the spot.

Suddenly, Ye Meng’s body erupted with a blinding black light; part of her body was blown apart, her flesh and blood a mess, utterly tragic.

“All right, working together like this really saves us a lot of trouble.” Shikamaru helped Ino up from the ground; it was clear the man before had been under her control.

After some time, Mo Zili returned carrying two bundles. She hadn’t realized before how few possessions she had; after much deliberation, she even packed the box of hair dye, managing to fit everything into two bundles.

“Great-grandfather, don’t worry. I’ll give this pearl to my mother for her to study; maybe it’ll help cure the poison in my bloodline.” Jin Faguang spoke earnestly.

Especially when they saw the ironclad warship charging at Mount Tai, every paparazzo wore an expression of excitement.

A pair of tiger eyes stared toward the riverbank, where, under the sunset’s glow, a graceful figure was projected onto the water’s surface.

The Qi clan members searched everywhere, puzzled, but could not find the third young master.

Hang Jin had not planned to say thank you; he felt it would be too formal, but not saying it left him uncomfortable.

Gratitude echoed again and again across the island. Chu Tian gazed at the islanders, moved by their appreciation. For him, his actions were mainly to confront Yao Lao and the others, but it also gave the islanders hope to survive—and unexpectedly, their admiration and trust.

Now, it wasn’t the atmosphere that was desolate but their hearts—a deep anger with nowhere to vent, a loneliness that made them feel they might explode, but they couldn’t find an outlet.

The players of the East China regional team were equally confident in their own mid-lane star.

She felt that the bond between herself, Chen Bao, and this child was too shallow. This feeling she could only bury deep inside; it was impossible to share with Chen Bao.

“Thank you for protecting me. Don’t worry—even if you’re killed by them, when I grow up, I’ll avenge you.” Er Danzi said seriously.

Like a newborn ray of light, piercing the darkness and then fading into nothingness, leaving behind only the illumination of the world, as if nothing else had ever happened.

But this was Sheng Wanwan, who had some skills—she managed to turn disadvantage into advantage, steadying herself and even feigning nonchalance as she flicked her hair, forcing herself to look dignified.

The revelation of a star lord’s identity brings more benefits than harm, but the exposure of a dark star’s location can be seen in the case of Gou Shili, the mildest example.

“No, no, no, let’s just go home.” Sheng Wanwan refused in a fluster, then mumbled awkwardly that everything was dirty.

Immediately, the light faded, and countless eyes stared in shock at the one who could withstand the power of a hundred star-level beings.

This starry sky is a dream, and within it, the dream demons’ tentacles are omniscient and omnipotent—they know exactly where resistance lies.

But Granny Hua’s bitten hand and virus, without the constant suppression of essence, could quickly turn her into one of the Kabane.

Just as on the boundless battlefield—once defeated, all life in that world perishes; in the dark universe, the annihilated unit becomes an entire star system.