Chapter 60: Yura Rushes to the Battlefield, Chiyo's Discovery

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Chi Xunji's mother was not exceptionally talented; she never became a Titled Douluo and passed away at an early age.
A flash of fear crossed Ni Feifei's face. As her gaze met Feng Jingyu's, she saw only intense killing intent gleaming in his eyes, making her feel as though her blood had stopped flowing. She thought to herself: How truly ruthless, to want to get rid of me right here.
"Let's go. I've booked a private room, let's head in," Gu Mingsheng called out to Gu Yan, showing not a single trace of embarrassment over his tardiness.
Originally, Chi Xunji, due to the limitations of his own strength, could not guarantee a hundred percent success in obtaining the Demon God's power.
"No." Xia Yinuo, who had been nervous just a moment ago, was so completely thrown off by Yueyue's two startling questions that she forgot all about it.
"Why are you here? Could it be that the Crown Princess is unaware?" Upholding his medical ethics, the Carefree Immortal Doctor did not speak in a pleasant tone; in fact, the anger in his words was palpable.
Xu Renli sat upright in the master seat, surrounded by veteran professors like Shi Gan and the surviving martial masters of the Divine Sword Camp.
Before she could finish her plea for grievance, however, she saw Ah Qi enter from outside, carrying a dirt-stained cloth bag in his hand.
Sidestepping a flying glass-tipped spear, Doya grabbed the shaft with a backhand, twisted his waist, and hurled both the man and the spear in a single, fluid motion.
Up ahead in the banquet hall, an air of complete harmony still prevailed. Not a single person noticed that the Sheng family's young lady had been missing for quite some time, nor did anyone know the whereabouts of Princess Guide.
Hearing Su Weilan bringing up her past scandals, Wang Yajun's alluring face twitched with displeasure. *You wretched bitch, how dare you ruin my good deed. Just wait and see how I deal with you.*
"No! I don't need help, and I certainly won't sneak away," Ye Xinyu said, her face flushing as red as an apple.
"Has he lost his mind? Waiting for Ye You for so long—does he want to make his defeat look as ugly as possible?" One of the disciples voiced his inner thoughts. No matter how brilliant Cao Fu might be, he was, after all, only at the Spirit Concealment realm.
Those three stepped forward and pinned Qiutao firmly to the ground. Qiutao stared at them in disbelief while struggling desperately.
Ye Zichen stood up and told his teacher that he needed to step outside for a moment. Knowing Ye Zichen's background, the teacher did not dare to offend him.
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Amidst the quiet atmosphere, Noble Consort Luo's seemingly casual remark dropped like a bombshell, stirring up a tempest and making everyone restless.
"Release—" The county magistrate almost blurted out a vulgarity, but remembering his status as a local official, he thought better of it and held his tongue. "Without an explicit order from the commander of the Imperial Bodyguard, those imperial guards won't listen to a soul on ordinary days."
After writing the prescription, the physician shook his head and sighed, lamenting inwardly that the affairs within this marquis's sprawling estate were far from simple. A mere slight fever had been exacerbated by covering the patient with thick quilts until she was drenched in sweat, making her look as gravely ill as could be.
Upon hearing this information, she felt a momentary surge of temptation. After all, she certainly had more than enough gold coins; but upon reflection, her actual need for this item seemed much lower than that of others.
He felt as though he had transformed into a gust of wind between heaven and earth—unfettered, completely free, and able to travel to any corner of the universe.
Glancing down and suddenly catching the dazzling flash of gold on her wrist, she set down her teacup and slid the hollow golden bracelet off her wrist.
"Many thanks, Sister Yaoyao, and thank you for the compliment, Boss. This is only what I ought to do," An Qi also said in a sweet voice.
"Since there is a way, let's head over together." Since the White Spirit Fruit was within reach, Emperor Ye did not wish to waste any more time.
"What did you say?" Gunisha was startled, never expecting anyone to question the code names of Apocalypse's members.
Learning that Emperor Ye was a disciple brought by the Mo family to take the evaluation, everyone present cast curious glances.
Japan had always been embroiled in controversy regarding Li Chen, with numerous media outlets convinced that he was hostile toward Japan—their reasoning being that the world's richest man had never once visited the country. How could a refusal by the world's richest man to visit the world's second-largest economy be construed as anything other than hostility?
Knowing this battle was unavoidable, Black Dragon held nothing back, directly unleashing his full strength.
Richard beckoned to Thor, and the two of them sped through the warship. They killed every single enemy in their path; not a single one could withstand a single blow from them, all dispatched in a single encounter.
Hiding in Europe would allow him to keep a finger on the pulse of Eastern Europe's movements while simultaneously using his alleged unfamiliarity with the mainland as a cover.
Sitting in a side hall of the royal palace with her eyelids twitching wildly, Bai Bing suddenly felt an urge to visit the inner court, but she was pressed back down into her seat by someone.
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How could Ye Wei possibly know that Liao Zhengxuan had already seen right through everything in her heart, even though she hadn't uttered a single word?
Cotton Jack had never given it a second thought; what he considered a normal reaction speed was the standard practiced by the dukedom's mages within the Supreme Illusion. Yet the legendary mages of the Merifield family had been assembled from various places on short notice, lacking any coordination and dispersed across different armies.
Zhao Siqi lowered his gaze. If Ye Zifan were to accept Qian Gang's proposal, he had already resolved to resign and leave.
"Worried about being seen by your parents?" Lu Ling paused his steps and looked at An Ruo. A hint of puzzlement flickered in her expression before she quickly averted her gaze to look at the cluster of houses ahead.
"Why must you insist on confirming the decryption status of this genetic code?" Li Yunmu could not help but voice his confusion.
Xian Tianlei was still puzzling over the meaning behind Ye Zifan's smile when the voice of the bid announcer shattered the silence like a thunderclap, making his eardrums ring.
"Dear Daddy, Beautiful Daddy," Qingling cried out, her eyes blazing with fury. She had no idea where the child had learned such a form of address. The boss's status was infinitely noble; how could people like them ever hope to climb so high? Although the boss was usually kind to everyone, if someone with malicious intentions were to overhear these words, she and her child would likely forfeit their lives.
At present, over half of the Yan Province had fallen into Liu Bei's grasp. Although Cao Cao still possessed vast stores of provisions, once those were exhausted, gathering more would prove exceedingly difficult. Grain and fodder were simply too crucial to Cao's army.
He also realized that he did not wish to close the notebook before the ink had dried, lest it smudge the milk-white paper.
As he drew closer and closer to the sprite, the longsword in Bai Yuwen's hand began to tremble violently. Suddenly, the sword leaped from its scabbard into the air, circled Bai Yuwen a few times, and then shot off in a specific direction. Bai Yuwen hurriedly gave chase.
Following the sharp command from Qiao Ran at the intersection of the two claw marks, a massive whirlwind violently erupted from beneath the earth, completely grinding the already shattered ground into dust.
The temperature here was easily a dozen degrees lower than back home. The streets presented a desolate scene, even colder and more deserted than when they had first arrived, carrying an inexpressible sense of claustrophobia that was utterly suffocating.
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