Chapter 55 Vision

Rachel crawled out of the ruins maintaining her battle form. Looking at the surrounding rubble and dust, she knew her precious crossbow was beyond saving; the entire building had collapsed, reducing it to a pile of construction waste.

Buried beneath was not only her prized crossbow, but also the sins committed in the shadows.

At this moment, everyone's attention was focused on the perimeter of the rubble and debris, helping one another to check if anyone had been injured by the aftermath of the building's collapse.

"Hehe, of course I was lying to you!" Yaomeng playfully stuck out her delicate tongue, causing Zhang Feng's mind to momentarily wander.

When Wanyan Aguda's main forces advanced, they engaged in continuous looting and burning, having long since swept away all of the Khitan strongholds.

Wu Da felt secretly pleased inwardly, yet he did not disturb Gongsun Sheng, choosing instead to wait silently. He waited for Gongsun Sheng to awaken from his meditative state, knowing that when that happened, things would surely be vastly different.

Yet, she simply could not fathom how this youth named Longya had managed to accomplish such a feat.

However, the relevant figures had already been made public, causing everyone to cheer and celebrate. With such a massive haul of spoils of war, according to the agreement made by Wu Da before the expedition, everyone was entitled to thirty percent of it—a tremendously enticing figure indeed, and the men had already begun calculating their individual shares.

This outburst startled the soldiers, who cursed one another: "If you're going to tell a story, why do you have to mimic the screams of agony too?"

After finishing one topic, the other person repeatedly glanced sideways at her, opening their mouth as if to speak, yet hesitating with a look of uncertainty, unsure of how to phrase the words.

Although their circular formation remained unchanged, the number of people forming that circle had already been halved.

"Every time I think this era is absurd enough, they always manage to show me that they can pull off even more ridiculous stunts..." Jia Lei cried out in mental breakdown.

In the aftermath, Tokyo seemed as though it had been under a spell; violence and crime began to sprout and occur as frequently as bamboo shoots after a spring rain.

The five-star soul emperor suddenly raised a hand, halting the marching troops. That fellow was named Hong Gang, around thirty years of age, with handsome facial features carrying a hint of arrogant defiance—clearly a talented youth of his generation, unable to conceal his prideful posture.

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After all, the arrows striking their crude breastplates did not produce any significant effect; if the force behind them was insufficient, they might not even cause any injury at all.

"Fighting among comrades warrants fifteen lashes according to military law. Does Gongsun have anything to say?" Shifting his gaze to Xu Huang, Xiao Yi asked once more. Xiao Yi deeply admired Gongsun Sheng's final action.

Yet Wang Feifei acted as if she had discovered a truly fun new toy, bombarding Lin Yifeng with endless questions.

There had been a teacher who once acted arrogantly in front of him, but after he had people go to intimidate the teacher's family a few times, that teacher immediately became docile.

Jiang Yurou liked him; that much he could sense. But why on earth did Ye Qingya like him too?

Ye Han furrowed his brows slightly, only then recalling the words he had just spoken to Yang Xi. It seemed that when one puts on too much of an act, nature itself eventually steps in to collect. Karmic reincarnation, retribution had already fallen upon his own head.

Even more bizarrely, a person had actually been dragged into the formal court to testify as a plaintiff accusing someone of a crime.

"Damn it, this Zian certainly knows how to pick his timing. What could possibly be so important that it can't wait until tomorrow?" Xiao Yi said with considerable depression upon hearing this, though deep down he knew Wang Yu must have a genuine reason for coming, otherwise he wouldn't show up at this hour.

A-Zi turned back to look at the invader on her phone, a trace of joy flashing across her face, but she was completely unable to move right now.

"Hehe, what a pity. I am simply blessed with great fortune; not only will I refuse to die, but I am destined to step all over you forever!" Sun Qingyi spread her hands and smiled radiantly.

Noticing that the man was seated in a wheelchair, she suddenly recalled the topic the nurses had been discussing earlier.

Facing the eloquent and silver-tongued Zhou Liang, Zhang Ping, who always had a fiery temper but never any eloquence, was instantly left speechless. After making such a fuss, it somehow turned out that she was the one making unreasonable demands.

It was glaringly obvious that Duan Zemo could tell everyone was just exchanging superficial pleasantries, but since they were all veterans of the business world, who wouldn't understand such logic?

"If it's so bad, go back and deliver the gift yourself." Su Luo's eyes remained fixed on the newspaper, showing no intention of stopping at all.

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Grandpa Huang had once told her that even if everything might seem entirely man-made, looking back years later, one would realize that it was all merely the will of heaven after all.

Thinking of this, Chen Xiyang cast a resentful glance at Xu Min, spat derisively, and stormed off angrily, bumping into Zhang Chuang as she passed by him.

"I'll stay with you. We've both already died once, who's afraid of death anymore?" Wu Hongling also hurriedly chimed in, "Grandpa, Young Master Xiao has nothing to do with this either. Please let him go." Wu Hongling did not know that Young Master Xiao was Xiao Ziliang, nor did she know who the person in actual danger was right now.

When she learned that Qi Hao was going to participate in this year's Heroes' Trial, she became extremely excited and arrived in Qing鸾 City ahead of time, solely for the purpose of slaying Qi Hao.

When the tremors of the starry-firmament world subsided, Shen Huixian perceived that the fortune of the Heavenly Sword Sect was breaking free of all restraints, transforming into towering sword shadows shooting straight into the sky, a spectacle difficult for the naked eye to gaze upon directly for long.

Shen Huixian drew a sharp intake of breath; his willpower didn't even dare to extend outward, and even visual perception could not sustain a direct gaze for long.

Earlier, she hadn't thought of He Yuyuan at all, but once things quieted down, her peripheral vision caught sight of the Soul-Binding Banner, and she instantly remembered.

Chang Le pressed his advantage relentlessly, striking downward with his fists while simultaneously sweeping his foot horizontally across the top of the big-bellied man's foot.

Although he couldn't clearly see Ji Fuchen's appearance or expression due to the concealment technique, the attitude the man displayed was undeniably clear.

"Right, what did that ghost mean earlier by 'rebirth'? What should we do?" Gradually calming down, Liao Wangyue thought of this question and, not in an immediate rush, asked it right away.

"Alice!!" Asfa rushed over from the side, supporting Alice and resting her on his lap.

Wang Ming took a sip of water, recalling what his master had told him—to come find him after finishing his meal. Wang Ming hurried outside, only to realize at that moment that he was located at a dock. Ships were continuously loading and unloading cargo, and large vessels were docked along the shoreline.