Chapter 38: Silencing the Witness

Li Zhichen and the others were filled with horror, stunned that a master swordsman would appear here. Although Jiang Guli’s right arm had been severed long ago, and his left-handed swordsmanship naturally paled in comparison, his cultivation level was actually extremely high. Yet, with a single strike from that man, his left arm was sheared off. He had truly become a man without arms.

The helicopter ascended amidst a roar. Long Jianfei did not ask questions; he knew that if Duolun wanted to speak, he would, so there was no need to pry into another person’s past. But just as he had thought earlier, an unknown danger was waiting for him.

The original owner had been deeply devastated at the time, but for the sake of the parents lying in the hospital, she endured it all.

"If I swear to live and die with Cangzhou, does the Master have any other solutions?" Han Chang gritted his teeth, desperate to exhaust every possibility for a final shred of hope.

Under the current circumstances, to open the box, one would either need an oxy-acetylene torch to cut the gold lock or find a way to pry it open.

Indeed, Yiyi was still holding a grudge about the advantage I took last night. She let the air out of my bike tires and even left a few small coins—how rare, she actually thought to pay for a tire patch, but then why puncture it in the first place? And she was clumsy enough to leave her contact information, saving me the trouble of having to ask around for it.

Seeing that everyone had left, Boss Liu and the others smiled, boarded their vehicle, and departed.

Although he knew he hadn't hit anyone—having stopped just in time thanks to his flashy driving skills—Shen Shi’s shout had scared him half to death, making him believe for a moment that he had actually struck someone.

Over a hundred reporters, lighting technicians, cameramen, and staff from various departments all sprinted toward the company’s outdoor parking lot.

"If it’s not enough, come to me for more. I said, buy this entire area," Lin Chen said, pointing to the locations on the map one by one.

"It's fine." Muzi shook her head and took the phone out of her pocket, checking it only to find no signal.

Seeing this, Matsuda Jinpei looked at the message on his phone with a grave expression. A premonition of an impending explosion washed over him. "How about you say you're going to fly to the heavens next?"

***

There were two servants on the second floor; one had gone downstairs to pour drinks for everyone, leaving only one remaining.

The wound continued to bleed incessantly because the Sword of Dao Qi was not only composed of Dao energy but also coated with a layer of killing intent.

In truth, Ming Fu’s words had served as a reminder. Since the crisis in the Abyss had been resolved and order between the two realms had been restored, there should no longer be a need to provide humanity with items beyond their era.

Conan withdrew his gaze from Muzi and, after a moment of contemplation, gave up. The clues were simply too sparse; he couldn't deduce anything.

The City God Temple had lost its Lord and many ghost soldiers and generals. Although the impact had not yet fermented, it might not be long before it did.

If he had once been a man rowing against the current, she was the gentle, unyielding willow branch that helped him navigate the crashing waves.

A roar erupted from the horizon, followed by the sensation of a violent energy shockwave hitting the crowd.

This operation was different from the last. Previously, Muzi had acted as the commander-in-chief, but this time, the command was left to Matsuda Jinpei in Building B. Liuliu stayed by Muzi’s side, while Ark was stationed over there.

Wu Kai watched Lin Yanni’s retreating figure with a look of helpless confusion. He sighed softly and walked toward the dormitory. He did not know that Lin Yanni’s face was flushed as if blood were seeping through, her heart pounding wildly in her chest.

"I have entered. If the death loop is interrupted, you know what to do." As the voice echoed through the space, the perfect circle hovering in mid-air began to rotate rhythmically again, though this time, its target for consumption was the data stream carrying the consciousness of the werewolf.

A strange squeaking sound seemed to resonate in the atmosphere, and Yin Sanren’s robes fluttered without a breeze. Finally, she lowered her gaze and handed the scented letter to Li Xun.

Kanalis offered an awkward smile. Although she knew Zhang Xiang possessed such abilities, he was still a newcomer. Even though he had scored in two consecutive matches, Lazio had yet to face any strong opponents, and making such bold claims seemed premature.

***

Remembering last night, his palm felt a slight itch. The sensation of the soft elasticity of Guan Lin’s full breasts seemed to still linger on his skin. He took a deep breath, thinking it best to brush his teeth, wash his face, and head to school.

Their eyes met. Bai Chi, having regained her composure, immediately withdrew her gaze, her eyes drifting elsewhere as her heart involuntarily began to race.

"He is tricking us! How could a mage appear here? Mages only fly across the sky..." Such words calmed the panic among the farmer-bandits.

Additionally, hitting the goalpost was worth one point. A wall of five defensive players was formed, and the chief referee for this match was the famous Italian bald referee, Collina.

For the first time—yes, for the first time—Zhang Xiang spoke in such a humble, pleading manner, but in return, he received only a cold, icy rejection!

Qin Yang smashed a nearby tree with his fist, feeling so frustrated he could vomit blood. A month of progress destroyed overnight; all the animals had drowned. What would they eat from now on?

Xiao City was the final barrier of the capital. With no one else available in the imperial court, Wan Feiying had no choice but to listen to him and ordered all surrounding troops to break camp. Even the guards of the Imperial Tombs were deployed, totaling nearly 150,000 soldiers.

"Are we... back?" Qin Youruo couldn't quite believe it. Having experienced so much, she feared this might still be an illusion.

Feng Shiyi nodded. "That is indeed true. Chen Tang, if you are certain about these martial arts manuals, Tie Feng, I will send you to negotiate. Face-to-face. Ask him what conditions he requires to share them with us, especially the manuals of the ancient Wanyue Sect. These should have been ours in the first place."