Chapter 89: Chen Dazhu Falls into a Trap! Branded an Arsonist!

With a thunderous crash, Lin Ziyun’s hair whipped wildly about him, making him seem like an immortal king. The Butterfly Scaled Beast tumbled to the ground, roaring in fury, its massive body raising a spray of dust and sand.

Yet at this moment, all the Latin nobles loyal to him within the palace waited anxiously for this man to make a pivotal decision. After a long silence, he finally made his choice with great difficulty.

Nezha spoke with deep resentment, unable to accept the situation. He refused to believe that Sun Dayou possessed such extraordinary abilities, that even by joining forces with Yang Jian they could not prevail. In his heart, he resolved that once Sun Dayou emerged tomorrow, he would seek him out for a proper contest.

The Fire Beast’s injury caused Ye Lingxiang to spit out a mouthful of blood, a clear sign that she had suffered a grave wound.

He and Old Guo had spent quite some time searching before finally finding Wu Xinhua’s boat, as well as the three business partners of Master Wu.

When all the lights were out across the human dwellings, everyone drifted into their own sweet dreams, and time slipped by until the early dawn, four o’clock. Although “Shanshan” had originally intended to bring me along, for reasons unknown she ultimately let me continue sleeping and keep an eye on the house, taking everyone else with her.

Sun Wukong, however, remained calm. He fixed his gaze on the Black Mountain Demon, studying every shift in his expression, hoping to catch some hint, some useful clue.

Award ceremonies are joyous for the winners, but for the audience and the rest of the guests, they can be rather dull. Therefore, various song and dance performances are usually interspersed during the intervals.

Wasn’t it precisely because I had seen the unfair marriages in the countryside, the injustices in all things, and the reality of parents who gave life but did not raise their children, yet dictated their futures, that I cried out so fervently?

The more he thought about it, the more plausible it seemed. In his desperate flight, who could have kept track of anything else? Perhaps he had mistaken someone at that moment. Justinian felt his scalp prickle—if that were the case, it would be a humiliating blunder.

In any case, with a grand gesture, Tang Yizhou reset the miniature scenario, rolling time back to the beginning. This was no simple resurrection, but an expensive restoration; the gains from the last round would only support ten such resets.

“Where to?” Sylas asked, puzzled. He thought the matter with Shaya had already been resolved.

The gigantic mountain, which had been descending slowly, suddenly lost its support and crashed toward the ground with Zhang Tianyou in tow.

She was the guardian of the Sacred Tree, an immortal who had dwelled there since the age of the Sky and Sea.

Even Shen Du praised the lamb as delicious—surely it must be a treat. Hezai and Nuannuan leaned over the green boat’s rail, peering down expectantly.

The terrifying data and constant warnings emerging within the cube finally made them realize that they had no chance of withstanding this strike.

Twin swords clashed and danced, sword auras flashing. Thrust met slash, attack met parry. Back and forth, the two blades met and parted, rejoined and separated, weaving together in countless rounds of combat.

He also saw creatures like insects, multiplying madly and devouring everything around them.

Another half hour passed, and just as Chen Mu was losing hope, a piece of news reignited his fighting spirit.

“Do you think the barrier laid by the six great sects of cultivation, working together back then, would not have anticipated this trick?” Shen Du spoke with a half-smile.

That slap had nearly exhausted all of Du Ruo’s remaining strength, imprinting a vivid red handprint on Ye Feng’s face.

After hearing the full story, Zhao Heli’s face turned ashen with rage, a snort of air escaping his nostrils.

“I... I didn’t...” Bai Luzhou frowned, unsure how to defend herself. After all, timidity had never truly been her nature—she had fought fiercely in all her recent matches.

When Lin Qingcheng entered, Lin Jianye at her side suddenly coughed up blood, his face turning even paler.

Sure enough, Gate leapt onto the tree where Zhang Ming had stood moments before and stared helplessly at the pool below, gripping the branches as he searched for a solution.

If the information in the scroll was accurate, then... there was truly no way for him to resurrect Si Wuya.

Ruan Bin instructed her to continue the regimen, promising that after a week of medicine, the effects would become apparent.

Hey! Bai Luzhou desperately wanted to stop him. Hadn’t he just said something about looking for the boss? How could he so easily offer her up as a sacrifice?

“Is your surveillance hidden enough? Has the other side noticed anything?” Lin Yun slipped into the car, questioning urgently.

He sniffed, turned, and understood at once—Kong Lu had collapsed on the carpet, the fabric already soaked through.

“Maybe it’s best not to go. No need to upset yourself further. Ni Juan knows the general situation and will likely uncover plenty during their conversation. If you want to get to the bottom of it, just listen to the recording later.”

Hua Yao’s lips curled into a gentle smile, her heart sweet. Did Huo Yuanqi’s answer mean he wasn’t opposed to her?

“Why are you back?” Jiang Shuqing asked softly, as if worried that You Jiaxin had been wronged again.