Chapter 48: Ambush? Counter-Kill! (Part Two)

Mu She slowly walked toward Xiao Yan, his eyes filled with confidence and smugness, as if victory were already firmly within his grasp.

As he drew closer, he suddenly slammed his foot hard against the ground, and his figure surged forward once more. With a sharp whistling sound slicing through the air, the heavy blade in his hand slashed fiercely down toward Xiao Yan.

Though a trace of tension flickered within Xiao Yan's heart, his gaze remained unwavering. He gripped the Heavy Xuan Ruler tightly, bracing himself to meet Mu She's onslaught.

Feeling the razor-sharp force of the wind splitting open right before him, Xiao Yan's face...

Just as they clamored all the way to the Buddha Sect, demanding that the Buddha Sect take the lead in forcing the Sword Dao Sect to hand over Wu Rushi, the sky suddenly grew dark, heavy as ink, weighing down so oppressively that people's minds and souls grew unstable.

After completing these actions, Luo Huqin looked at Linda not far away with the relief of a survivor. The flame he had just unleashed had landed squarely on Linda. Based on his past combat experience, if an ordinary opponent were enveloped by this flame, even if they survived, they would be stripped of a layer of skin.

Yazawa Nico lunged at Ji Kong like a starving tiger, instantly throwing the entire activity room into a state of chaotic uproar.

Those single males were consumed by envy and jealousy, secretly cursing the boy named Arthas in their hearts.

Ning Xi did not dare to play any tricks at this moment. If Liu Yunzhi were to lose his mind because of him, he feared he would be the very first to lose his life.

Prior to this, Ji Kong had even helped her apply for a new QQ account, adding both himself and Kazurazaka Fūko as friends, allowing Mashiro to discuss various plot-related questions with them.

A torrential rain fell that night, washing away much of the summer heat. Countless people slept soundly through the night, and Shen Liancheng blissfully dozed off until a quarter past the巳 hour the next day.

Misaki nodded to indicate she understood. The very moment she nodded, a strong gust of wind swept across her face, forcing her eyes shut. After a few seconds, the fierce wind vanished as abruptly as it had appeared, replaced only by a gentle breeze brushing against her cheek, while her body experienced an inexplicable sensation of free fall.

He had merely wanted to show off and act prestigious for a moment, only to be taken out by someone else right as he assumed office. If he hadn't transmigrated here just in the nick of time, he would have long since turned into a patch of loess—what talk of courage could there even be?

Bizet glanced at Leo, and Leo nodded, signaling his agreement for Bizet to do the talking. The two possessed entirely different personalities: one was adept at expression, while the other preferred to bury himself in silent research. Whenever they appeared together, Bizet invariably assumed the role of the spokesperson.

"It's you," Qing Ling said faintly as she looked at Ye Yu, her eyes filled with vigilance. Now that she was left all alone here, she seemed to be of little use to him anymore—would he really spare her?

Qing Ling looked ahead, where another grotto lay. Inside this grotto, however, was a pool of water, from which faint white mist rose. A wave of bone-chilling cold washed over them, causing everyone to involuntarily shiver.

Zhou Qi was the mastermind behind the cultivation of Wang Meng, the esper spy. Although he had only been in this world for three years, his methods and style of action were far more radical than Chi Guo'er's.

Her clear, crystalline eyes welled up with tears that slid down like flowing light, tracing her smooth, white jade-like cheeks before falling to the ground. Staring fixedly at the portrait, she felt as though she had returned to her childhood.

Just as we had anticipated, not only did the two groups know each other, but upon meeting, they treated one another like mortal enemies, hurling filthy curses back and forth.

Fresh blood continued to flow incessantly from his wounds, while the five members of the White Tiger clan pursued him in unison.

Having dismissed He Ziyan, Consort Xie felt a sense of relief wash over her. She ordered her attendants to remove her outer garments, pulled a parrot-green silver-threaded gauze coverlet over herself, and lay down within the bed curtains, closing her eyes in sheer contentment as she deemed this afternoon nap exceptionally comfortable.

Zhou Bingran seemed startled by the overwhelming momentum of that punch. His eyes widened as if reacting with a subconscious, passive defense. He crossed his arms right where the fist was about to land, separating his front and back feet into a bow stance.