Chapter 20: Don’t Let Him Escape

“Where is he? Don’t let him escape!”

When Wang Chen spotted the numerous members of the enforcement team, they saw him too. Then one of them shouted loudly, and they all surged toward Wang Chen.

Seeing this, a massive fireball instantly appeared in Wang Chen’s palm. The flames danced there, glowing not only with an orange-red light but also faintly tinged with blue inside.

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Zhouzhou was bound, surely abused by Pei Ruoyi. Every second Zhouzhou remained in her hands, her heart ached more deeply.

I’m pregnant. He worried I’d be bored at home, so he rushed home as soon as he got off work, then took me for walks by the sea and to eat whatever I craved.

Shangguan Yue’er, why do you keep hurting my family again and again? I will never let you off.

Inside the White Rainbow Palace, there were several distinct sections, including places selling spiritual herbs, martial arts manuals, and treasured artifacts.

To be honest, Xiao Shuai wasn’t exactly sure how much this land was worth. But judging by the hints from his Expression Eye, the true value wouldn’t be less than eight billion.

His eyes brightened as he thought of hot pot—there was no better meal for this weather. Perfect timing.

This strike was a direct hit for a werewolf; it required at least eighty percent of his strength.

When they arrived at Quan Yihan’s office, Ren Nan had already bought breakfast and placed it there, as instructed by Quan Yihan.

The Fire Spirit didn’t answer Huazhi but was a bit displeased, thinking the name Huazhi gave it sounded too plain.

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Ye Qing carefully conserved his strength while keeping an eye on Wu Yuanshan’s situation. With five mercenary teams acting together, Wu Yuanshan had no chance to move for now.

Watching Hu Cheng dance passionately, Ye Qing felt ashamed of his earlier ignorance. Soon, some classmates began applauding, and more joined in until thunderous applause filled the room.

Thus, this spiritual treasure contest attracted many talented individuals from all directions—both to seize the treasure and to showcase their strength.

“Of course I want to,” said Zhuo Xiong. Not just him—anyone would wish their deceased loved ones were still alive. Though impossible, many claimed to have seen those long gone just yesterday somewhere.

Xiao Xun said nothing, staring straight into Tuoba Shao’s eyes with no hint of retreat. With no way out, what was death but a matter of fate?

Since the Samsung card and Federation currency rewards were given only at semester’s end, if the top ten were displaced before then, they would miss out on those rewards.

Indeed, after Zhang Yun finished recruitment tasks, he went to Sun Qinan’s office, only to be told he could no longer serve as vice president of the dance association. He left the office crestfallen, never understanding what he had done wrong.

Blue Maple, well aware of the value of “elite” weapons, deeply agreed with the elder’s words. The seemingly exorbitant tuition fees were not a great burden to him.

“Dong!” Zhuo Xiong tossed a stone into the water, sending ripples outward. When they hit the edge, they bounced back and collided.

Refining two three-patterned ordinary weapons consecutively with a quality score of 999 left no doubt about Blue Maple’s forging skill.

“Cold-faced Revered One, I am from the Fox Clan. My sister has married your subordinate, Thin Monkey,” the youth reminded him repeatedly before Second Life finally recalled the memory.

Yfreya understood this well, so without hesitation, she took out her phone and began making calls one by one right in front of Zhang Taibai.

“When Zhao Jie called me, if only I had told you, perhaps we could have used that chance to find him. But...,” back in the office, the group reviewed the matter again, trying to locate where Zhao Jie might be hiding.

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All the staff in the hall looked over, some secretly sweating for Chen Tianyi. Zhao Jie was notorious as a playboy.

Andariel’s target was not Tang Ze. In the moment Tang Ze was distracted, a phantom passed through the stiffened Blood Bird. Its once pitch-black pupils suddenly gleamed with emerald light.

Rushing forward, Qiu Ming realized he couldn’t find Yunmeng Mountain. That was impossible—he had been here before, and the mountain was right there! He looked at the misty mountains ahead; was Yunmeng Mountain hidden by the fog?

The red-patterned longsword and the crimson armor he wore were not items from the Heladim system but pure human-made, traditional enchanted goods.

“What’s going on? What’s happening?!” A man once at the Mingjin cultivation level suddenly lost his internal energy. Unable to bear the sensation, he fled madly from his hiding place, running forward as if possessed.

This was bad—the cave beneath the temple suddenly collapsed, allowing the unredeemed, possessed rats to escape. And Jiaose was still trapped inside the cave.

Tang Xizhe smiled confidently, then glanced at the sky. The smile quickly faded as streetlights outside began to extinguish one after another. Night was quietly falling. It was time to head to Tianhan Kingdom—an important step for tomorrow’s battle.

“To you, isn’t he just your Prince Charming? Whether he has a name or not, it’s all the same.” Mibai laughed along, feeling happy for Nana.

“Alright, I’ve taken note. But since I’ve come all this way, Father, please hear me out!” Xuanyuan Hong tried to appear less impatient, though his heart burned anxiously. Now that he sought the Jade Emperor’s favor, he had to follow his wishes.

Bingwu stood at the eaves’ edge, clutching her chest, her fingers white at the tips, knuckles showing a pale blue-white hue. She stared at the white figure before her—its chest stained with blood, lips grayish beneath a crescent-shaped mask, the grayish tone tinged with the red of blood.