Chapter 28: A Sudden Realization

She stared blankly at Wang Chen, not understanding what he meant. Wang Chen did not offer much explanation—not because he was unwilling, but because he did not know how to explain. After all, Leng Yue’er was someone very close to him who understood his situation well, and some things were simply impossible to explain. Seeing her dazed expression, Wang Chen reached out and tousled her hair, leaving it slightly messy.

At this moment, Hei Qimu felt invincible, yet the fool failed to consider that, setting aside S.H.I.E.L.D., the Vatican and the Dark Council had existed for hundreds of years. In an instant, these men panicked, feeling a sense of crisis shroud them. They roared incessantly, but before their voices could fade, another sharp streak of sword light shot into the sky.

Before long, the Island Master rose into the air alone, heading in the direction Yang Mo and the others had taken. The two discussed it back and forth, concluding that they had to find a way to involve Xia Lan. After all, Zuo Ci was severely wounded and would certainly be eager to regain his strength; it was impossible for there to be no signs of movement at all.

It was a narrow-bladed longsword, its tip shaped more like a sharp awl than a sword. The length of the blade sat between that of a single-handed sword and a greatsword, nearly a foot longer than Grosse’s Frost Sword.

Magic began to swirl as Adam attempted to calculate a relatively stable spatial coordinate within the unstable space. He did not need to go far, just enough to bypass the blockade in front of him.

After being called out by Su Heng, the short-haired man was then asked about the Imperial Capital Prison they had been scouting. He hesitated for a moment before nodding.

As Bode gestured forward, the man who had been standing behind him, opposing the use of the secret language test, waved his hand. Between the knights’ swords and the necks of the captive mages, a transparent film, thin as cicada wings and of unknown material, appeared.

Kosa merchants possessed a sense of smell far sharper than the finest hunting hounds. War might mean pain and misfortune to the local soldiers and civilians, but to the merchants, it was more akin to an opportunity to strike it rich.

Grosse’s gaze froze instantly—most vampires in this world belonged to the Kingdom of the Dead, Deir. Connecting this to the current series of events, he suspected that the dead of Deir had arrived in Nogo.

Old Yao had not expected his luck to be this good. He had been thinking about finding a place to kill time, and after wandering around, he had actually stumbled upon the camp of the Dark Elf grave robbers. Could this be what they called a wish coming true?

Reaching the mountainside, one could see a red-lacquered gate, twenty feet high, with a plaque bearing the words "Yude Garden" in large Dong-style calligraphy. Dismounting there, one passed through the gate and three more courtyards before reaching the main house. It was now the Shen hour, or three o'clock in the afternoon.

With a loud shout from Yu Tian, the black lightning falling from the sky transformed into ten burning black thunder-kirins, all charging toward the demonized Ouyang Haotian. This was the moment to purge evil in the name of heaven.

Su Lian was stunned. She clearly heard the sorrow in Lady Xilute’s words. Could Fuquan really be suspicious of the wife who had accompanied him for over a decade? In Su Lian’s impression, Fuquan was upright and steady, a man who cherished his primary wife above all else. How could he possibly doubt the Xilute woman?

The Night-Shining Lion King was a gift Yusuf had used to bribe Wu Sansi in order to assassinate Ni Nieshi. Even the Arab Empire did not have ten such fine steeds. Gu Taibai knew of the Night-Shining Lion King; not only did he know of it, but he coveted it. Seeing it now, he could not help but be astonished.

When Su Lian went to pay her respects at the Wanfu Palace that day, she indeed saw the melancholy Sun Yuzhi. Dressed in a fruit-green palace gown with two-inch flower-pot shoes, she stood by the Empress Dowager’s side, fanning her.

His retreat now was a statement of his attitude, ensuring Ni Hanyan would no longer fear the threat of facing him simultaneously. In doing so, his retreat invisibly dictated the start of the battle between Ni Hanyan and Lin Xia and the others.

The forest was far from quiet, teeming with wild beasts and magical creatures. Along the way, Wei Qingyun even sensed an Imperial-rank peak magical beast, but he bypassed its territory and continued westward from another direction. Several times during the journey, he flew into the sky to survey the surroundings.

Seeing a path cleared, Old Yao did not hesitate, leading the Death Knights forward. The summoning time was only five minutes; he had to make the most of it.

*If only I had said more about the Master’s glorious deeds earlier,* Xue Yi thought to herself.

Physical pain was one thing, but the heartache was worse—the telescope’s lens had hit the ground, and he feared it might be scratched.

Hao Ming’s palms were exceptionally large. He slowly raised his left hand and brought it down fiercely. This was an act of helplessness; why must men kill men?

Seeing Leng Shan remained silent for a long time, Xue Yang laughed and tucked the carving into her pocket.

Yun Xingtian had asked his master more than once where he had picked up this junior brother.

Reaching the bottom, he discovered many corpses. One glance was enough to tell they had been dead for only a few days—most likely the people from Huangshan Village who had died recently.

Tools like shovels were all neatly categorized in a corner. However, because of the sheer number of tools, the area felt like a space unto itself.

Though the voice was calm, it sounded inexplicably startling to Feng Wuqing. The Divine Record, the Heart-Breaker, and the incomplete primordial spirit within his soul sea all gasped in shock. Feng Wuqing, of course, knew what they were startled by.

He looked at the young man’s back with a sudden flicker of warmth in his eyes. How could there be such a familiar feeling?

"Grandpa, I'm fine! I think it's quite good as it is. If it's short, then it's short; I'm afraid of being too tired if it’s too long, and I still have classes during the day." Feng Xiaoxiao was worried that her grandfather would be like Uncle Ye, making her listen to Yi Han every morning.

While recording, he took a moment to glance at the opposite side. The scene before him was unlike anything he had seen before. There were no dense forests or tall man-made structures; instead, there was a clear blue sky and a deep blue sea.

The two results were similar, so Wang Tao signaled to those behind him that it was safe to cross.

In the center of Juxia City, Qiangwei stepped out of the wormhole and arrived at the coordinates given by Lianfeng, only to find herself on the inner ring highway of Juxia City. The highway was jammed with vehicles, mostly buses. Qiangwei scanned them briefly and found that almost every bus was packed with people.