Chapter 52: Liu Shiqi's Help

After leaving the restaurant, Zheng Qian sat in the passenger seat, replying to Deng Shuxin's messages.

"Do you still have business to attend to?" Jin Lu asked, closing the car door.

Zheng Qian nodded. This matter could barely be considered a social engagement.

"Then where are you going? I'll drive you." The affection in Jin Lu's eyes grew even deeper as she looked at him.

"We'll talk in a moment."

"Why wait?"

"I miss you." Zheng Qian rolled up the car window.

The intensifying headache made Wu Yu clearly sense an ominous foreboding. He looked back at the patient on the bed, only to see that Mr. Tong, who had previously appeared completely lifeless, was now showing a gradually flushing complexion.

The Evil Young Master was still immersed in the deep fraternal bonds of "The Peach Blossom Pool is a thousand feet deep, but not as deep as Wang Lun's farewell love for me," when Murong Feng suddenly threw out a joking remark that left him dizzy and not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Yang Wuyuan looked at Yun Tian, wishing he could devour him on the spot. However, Yun Shizhen and the other two had stepped back and were standing right beside Yun Tian, leaving him too intimidated to act rashly. If he managed to kill Yun Tian, it would be fine, but if he failed, he would be the one to suffer the most severe injuries.

Murong Feng's mind blanked for a moment, and he hastily thought, This is bad. Could this fellow be planning to destroy the Creation Jade Butterfly and perish together with the Six Realms?

"Trapped here? Isn't the Divine Lord the ruler of this Four-Images Sea? How could he end up trapped here himself? And what about Senior's injuries? Could they not be the work of Gu Chengkong?" The Evil Young Master rattled off three questions in succession.

The Evil Young Master furrowed his brow. Hearing these words, he became somewhat confused, pondering inwardly: What is all this about? The chess game hasn't even been resolved yet, so how can we start talking about passages? And what about this reflection of the moon in the water? The illusions of the mortal world? What are all these?

"I don't know why you aren't leaving. Do you expect me to invite you out?" Qin Han asked, staring at Akagawa Naruto.

Could there be something wrong with what I saw earlier? Hesitating, just as Wu Yu was about to retreat back into the utility room, he suddenly felt a pushing force coming from outside against his arm.

Amidst their conversation, a surge of primordial yang energy arose from an unknown corner of the grand hall. The yang energy spilled into the formation, and the moment it touched the two broken halves of the Wind-Illusion Sword, a scorching turbulence erupted from the fracture points, shaking the entire hall to its very foundations. The five of them hurriedly intervened to reinforce the formation. Seeing that dawn was breaking, they stopped talking and concentrated entirely on protecting the array.

Gazing at the overlapping shadows of fists, Lin Han narrowed his eyes slightly, his right hand tracing a peculiar arc in front of him like a long sword, piercing straight through the layers of fist shadows and striking toward his opponent's throat.

"Yi Junte used to be a member of the Yanhuang national team, but later faced massive controversy due to a drug scandal. Right before the Men's Basketball Asia Cup, during a friendly match against the Philippine team, he suffered a severe comminuted fracture of his right wrist after accidentally colliding with a teammate, ending his career as a legendary sharpshooter forever," Zhong Xintong said with shock.

At this juncture of life and death, Bai Ji and the others were in no mood to argue with Jiang Tianxia. They were instantly swarmed and surrounded by the forces of the Ten Great Families who rushed forward.

Everything inside this suite held clues to finding Wang Xiaogang. Ximen Jing wanted to step inside for a closer inspection when, at that moment, he suddenly felt someone grab his arm from behind.

"You guys have been hanging around Black Wind City for several years now. Don't you think saying something like that is far too naive?" Liu Mei'er smiled indifferently.

Those tourists vacationing in the water towns of Jiangnan, upon seeing that the behemoth known as Backwater Bay was finally showing signs of opening, rushed over one after another to watch. After obtaining Xu Wei's permission to try it out for free, they all flooded inside.

Jin Junmei did not say much else; he simply nodded to Xu Wei and got into the Jin family's car, while Xu Wei boarded Qin Muxuang's vehicle. One after the other, they drove out of the airport toward the Jiangnan Central Hospital.

With a series of crisp clangs, a flurry of cold gleams was deflected by the man's iron claws, creating tiny, static-like sparks in the dark night. The man's forward-charging momentum was also halted by this, causing him to land beneath the storefront.

Some people value their pride more than their lives, and Zhang Bin was precisely that kind of person. By stripping him of all his dignity, I had made him hate me even more than if I had stabbed him back then. To Zhang Bin, such an incident was an ultimate humiliation, far worse than taking his life.

"Oh, haha, I'm also looking forward to their performance. To be honest, I've always been very curious about what kind of master you actually have, to be able to train such a cold-blooded man who could completely ignore my allure!" Clearly, Nuoni had suffered losses at Xilim's hands and still held a grudge.

Lu Yiping stared at Yan Bing with a deeply furrowed brow, because Yan Bing's footwork was truly too slippery, and his freezing attacks were simply too troublesome to deal with. If things continued this way, forcing out his second ability might prove rather difficult.

"Ha! You call him a rogue cultivator just because you say so? The cultivators of the Blood Spirit lineage are the most despicable and insidious; they devour others and seize everything that others have worked so hard to acquire," the Myriad-Bone Demon King glared viciously at the Dark Blood Demon King.

Mo Xingluo's strength was the most terrifying. Once Mo Xingluo made a move, they might not even be able to leave alive.

At this thought, Yelu Xiongtian couldn't help but frown, pondering the deeper meaning behind it, wondering if the Northern Border King was holding something back and still hiding a fatal trump card.

True qi suddenly surged into Ye Luo's pupils, and a flash of golden light vanished from his eyes. He fixed his gaze directly on one of them, who met his eyes, only for a dazed expression to instantly appear in the latter's gaze.

Yet Ye Luo did not catch sight of the Prince of Huainan, which made him somewhat uneasy. Clearly, the Prince of Huainan had laid a trap.