Chapter 42: The Truth Comes to Light, Absolutely Satisfying!

Hearing the news and rushing over, Zhou Xuejun felt his legs turn to jelly upon hearing the disciplinary verdict.

He barely managed to steady himself against the door panel, preventing himself from collapsing onto the floor.

Zhou Xuejun swallowed hard, but the cold sweat beading on his forehead instantly gave away his guilt to Li Bingcheng.

Ashamed of the spectacle, Fang Yuechuan shoved Fang Yuzhuo aside and, while the latter stood hugging his arms in a cold sweat, walked over to Shi Yuan and pulled her onto his lap.

Ah Shui was that very "Yan," and through his sword techniques, Qin Feng yearned for him to return to the Wudang "nest."

By the time the Five-Tree Forest had been stripped bare by her palm force, Yanyu was already able to thrust more than fifty sword strikes and hit over thirty falling leaves.

Roughly grasping Cen Yu's intention, and seeing that the cameraman had already caught up, Mu Fengyin led Cen Yu onward.

Just as Dyna rolled over, a thick bolt of lightning struck the spot where he had been standing. Without pausing, Dyna executed a lateral somersault, dodging the series of electrical arcs unleashed by the monster.

"What right does the Jade Immortal have to speak to this king in such a manner?" Even so, he refused to show weakness in front of this man. Besides, he would not give up easily; the moment an opportunity arose, he would take Qinghe back to his side.

Although Xu Tian looked somewhat delicate and frail, his movements were nimble enough as he ran back to his room in three strides two.

Tang Bingyan maintained her expression and offered a soft acknowledgment, though her demeanor was noticeably less stern than before.

Yet, a sudden thought crossed his mind: what if the plan failed? Not only would he fail to avenge himself, but he would also forfeit his life.

Bang! As the magic array was consumed, the defensive barrier of the magic prison grew fragile. Using all his might, the Cursed Warrior punched through the prison barrier. The magical barrier shattered like flying glass shards, sending a surge of excitement through the other criminals locked in their cells.

"Subdue them all for me." The moment the words fell, the surrounding men in black immediately advanced toward the four of them.

Ye Hansheng offered another query: "Do you need me to go to the hospital with you?" I had never seen Ye Hansheng speak to Chen Jie in such a tone, but I had witnessed this demeanor before—it was when he was at his angriest. Therefore, based on my understanding of Ye Hansheng, deep down, he harbored suspicions about Chen Jie as well.

Upon seeing Chen Fangping's scandal, though a trace of inexplicable congestion weighed upon my heart, it was largely overshadowed by a profound sense of relief—a relief tinged with an unfamiliar sensation.

Too many words invite mistakes. Liu Jun lowered his head to smoke and dropped the subject, while Second Master Mu fell silent after speaking, plunging the room into quietude.

However, considering how tactful Leng Dianchen had been, An Ruoran accepted the gift.

Roughly every five minutes, an energy chain would shoot out, binding over fifty people and dragging them onto the circular platform, whereupon the ground of the platform would begin to emit a purplish-black glow.

Zhao Tianze left Geng Ziqing with a profound and inscrutable question, then held his head high and strode directly out the door.

"Then what are you holding in your hand?" With that, he released my chin and reached toward my back. I instinctively retreated a few steps, looking at Ye Hansheng with a guarded expression as my heart pounded wildly. Although Ye Hansheng would find out sooner or later, I was not yet mentally prepared.

Qiao Anming kept one hand in his trouser pocket, offering no reply. He merely gazed at the exasperated Du Ruo with cold, deep eyes, and under that stare, Du Ruo's arrogant bluster shriveled by thirty percent.

Jiang Shan was also driven to fury by the hooliganism of those soldiers, making him forget the refined gentlemanly demeanor he usually maintained, as foul language unexpectedly slipped past his lips.

"Yue'er, Green Lotus's injuries are not critical, but a hundred board lashes have already taken a heavy toll on her life." Sima Ang felt a slight headache coming on; yet, he found himself utterly unable to refute her words.