Chapter 57: Is Grandpa Hua a Divine Being?

During the brief moment when Xu He vanished without a word, Du Yu was so furious that his lungs felt like they were about to explode.

He never expected that this fellow surnamed Xu would become so audacious. Just as he exerted every ounce of his strength to force himself to stay and wait, Xu He finally returned.

Du Yu slammed his hand down onto the desk: "Xu He, you refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit!"

Without a second word, Xu He gritted his teeth and snatched the document from beneath Du Yu's hands. He then took the four treasures of the study from the servant behind him, and with a trembling right hand, picked up the brush.

The disciples of the three major sects who were previously slaughtering one another in the plaza all trembled with fright upon witnessing such a bizarre and bloody spectacle.

"Received!" said Aluda. With a sudden burst of demonic energy, he soared into the sky like an arrow released from a taut bow, heading toward the south.

Before long, the physician emerged from the inner chamber, drenched in sweat, his person carrying the faint, mingling scents of blood and medicinal herbs.

When she opened her eyes, a Maserati was parked at the mouth of the alley. Shortly after, Qiu Zi'an stepped out of the vehicle and gentlemanly opened the rear door. Chen Yi and Qin Miao alighted one after the other. It turned out that the person who had gone to the airport to pick them up that night was Qiu Zi'an.

He had truly changed, refusing to leave the front lines despite severe injuries, because the incident that was monumental enough to alter his entire life had occurred just yesterday. Right now, Su Han was probably still lingering at the police station.

At this moment, Guardian Yang held one end of an iron chain, while the other end—a blood-stained iron ball—rested on the ground dozens of feet away, emanating wisps of bloody vapor and looking terrifyingly like a skull from afar, exceptionally ferocious in appearance.

Wang Xin looked around at the people nearby with a trace of curiosity; why was everyone holding their breath with such difficulty?

All around, deep blue waves surged tumultuously, occasionally churning up massive skeletal remains—unmistakably the terrifying, bleached bones of spirit beasts that had been completely devoured.

"No need," she said, already grasping the iron gate with both hands. Finding footholds, she scaled to the top in a few swift movements, lifted her long leg, and effortlessly vaulted to the other side, lightly jumping down from the iron gate.

Shaohua knew that the situation was now of the utmost urgency, and she believed Xie Chen would not deceive her, which was why she was willing to take the risk.

This god-given self-confidence and enigmatic adoration left the other three teammates speechless; this boast was so massive it could blow the roof off the sky.

Lin Cha walked into the assistant's office and saw that her usually meticulously tidy desk was piled high with items.

The inappropriate behavior of a princess of the State of Wei would only lead people to assume that the conduct of the other princes and princesses of Wei was equally improper. Doing this benefited no one.

Ye Moxing began the final leg. She stepped onto a foothold with a clumsy motion, causing the onlookers to shake their heads and sigh even more. They were already trailing so far behind, yet the runner for the final leg was someone who barely knew how to climb—the disparity in skill was just too vast, making it entirely uninteresting to watch.

For fear that the other sheets she had painstakingly finished copying today might also fall victim to Wei Qinghuai's destructive hands, Qin Jinyue had rushed to deliver today's papers first.

Yet if Elder Bei truly made such a demand and he himself admitted he could not accomplish it, it would be far too humiliating. Especially with two juniors present, Heru did not want to lose face under any circumstances.

Wujin was drenched in sweat as he greeted others and walked into the locker room. On the racks, inner garments, coats, windbreakers, and accessories were complete down to the finest detail, even the buttons being intricate and luxurious. According to the background data, Wujin's new identity was precisely the youngest son of a mid-tier noble family on the empire's frontier.

Taking a taxi to Qiyang Investment, Lin Cha greeted the employees while walking inside with a radiant smile.

Yan Xiyue walked ahead of them and directly pressed the elevator open button, waiting for the doors to part. As Su Wushuang and the others approached Yan Xiyue, the elevator doors slid open immediately, and the five of them stepped inside together.

Honor of Kings was a team-based battle; a teammate whose mental state collapsed would drag down the others as well, rendering the match practically unwinnable from the start.