Chapter 60 Beasts

Zhao Ruolan and her daughter had been escorted home in advance by the G4 bodyguards, leaving only the three Shang siblings behind.

Sumian sipped her water in silence. Shang Jiuxu leaned back against his chair, crossing his legs as he looked at Shang Biehan. Though he said nothing at all, the sheer oppressive aura forced Shang Biehan to take the initiative and confess.

"Brother, I was wrong," Shang Biehan said smoothly, without the slightest psychological pressure. Sumian was entirely unfazed, having grown up watching this routine.

Shang Jiuxu did not pick up the thread, leaving Shang Biehan to ramble on by himself.

"The Sorcerer's Stone..." Hussein's body trembled violently as a horrifying scenario flashed through his mind. His expression changed drastically, and he hastily tried to retract his supernatural ability to restore his original form. Yet how could there still be time? Once the magical light shield descended, it transformed his entire body into a pile of gold, instantly stripping away his consciousness.

Meanwhile, in the distant starry sky, within the divine realm atop a towering peak, an old man who had guarded the divine realm through countless ages quietly watched over the mortal world, his aged visage etched with the heavy traces of time.

Until one day, an alien race member strayed into the region by mistake, passing through the skies above that marshland, and suddenly discovered forty-nine wells, many of which were gushing with energy.

Yet this elderly Daoist possessed a benevolent outward appearance while harboring deeply venomous intentions. The moment he made his entrance, he showed no shred of tender regard for the fairer sex, nor any hesitation about launching a sneak attack from behind. He summoned his twin swords, forming a purple electric rainbow and a cyan ribbon of light, and slashed directly toward Ling Que's slender neck.

Bai Yuanxing and Jin Ling'er naturally had to stay behind. Reluctant as they were, they knew full well that stubbornly following along would not only fail to help Ye Qingyun in the slightest, but would instead render them a burden.

The people down below in Unrivaled City hurriedly caught the mighty expert of the Dragon and Tiger Sect, filled with both fury and resentment, yet entirely helpless to change the situation.

Suddenly, someone cried out in alarm, "It's Qin..." He abruptly swallowed the latter half of his sentence, staring at Qin Fei in utter bewilderment.

The Divine Cult began its counterattack. From one side hall after another, countless powerful figures stepped forth, revealing a fraction of the Eternal Night Divine Cult's foundation accumulated over endless ages, shocking the entire world in a single day.

"Where is the Crown Prince?" she scanned the people walking out of the courtyard, failing to spot her only beloved son.

During this year's freshman admissions at White Deer Academy, several rare talents with extraordinary aptitude, such as Qin Wushuang and Yan Xingtian, had emerged. Regarded by the academy as the most outstanding cohort in decades, immense expectations were placed upon them.

Distressed, Yang Hanlu sent me a text message: He lives at No. 15 Anning Road and occasionally goes back there.

Shen Lixing felt these words were somewhat peculiar. Steeling himself, he glanced toward the other gatehouse—the very person who had just asked why Gao Shiman hadn't returned. A trace of strange expression flickered across that man's face, making Shen Lixing all the more clear on what was really going on.

Zhang Yan looked at Huang Tian, who was still watching Nalan Bing retreat into her room with a trace of disappointment, and patted him on the shoulder. "Trust her!" With that, he left to prepare medicine for Mubai.

"What are you guys laughing at? Let me tell you, I might not be an immortal, but I'm practically just as good. Whenever I say I'll conceive, I can control it to a large extent. You all want to know, don't you? Hmph, I just won't tell you. Beg me!" She was immensely pleased with herself—after all, it wasn't like she just understood ovulation tracking.

It was a sentence blurted out almost instinctively. Only after the words had already left her lips did Su Wangniang suddenly realize what she had said. This was the first time she had acted on impulse.

No matter how hard he tried, Xin Shaoyang simply could not utter that word. Momo had just gone through a breakup; blurting it out so abruptly—was that really a good idea?

When the banquet dispersed, Mei Renjun grew furious thinking about the matter, and drove alone to the school's construction site.

After letting out a roar, it slammed fiercely into the cage door, startling the palace guards into scrambling out of the way in panic, while Lian He hurriedly shielded the Emperor.

At first glance, aside from fairly delicate facial features, that face was utterly ordinary, but upon closer appreciation, it possessed a unique charm all its own.

That fellow hovered more than a meter off the ground, flying four or five meters away before crashing heavily to the ground and flailing about.

The ministers, subjected to Zhu Jianji's barrage of questions, grew restless, involuntarily casting their gazes toward the leading ministers in the front row.