Chapter 58: The Steed Flies Like a Storm (Part 11)

At this point, Ah Hao finally lost his patience. With a swift kick, he sent Ah Strong flying, not caring at all if he was spotted by others. Besides, everyone else had turned away to avoid getting involved, so how could anyone know what had happened?

The door opened, and Shen Yu was standing there in a blue pajama set. She froze for a split second before lunging into Chu Yun’s arms, burying her face against his chest. Taken aback for a moment, Chu Yun’s right hand hovered in the air for a second before he gently patted the back of her head.

After securing the doors and windows, he mysteriously placed the jade pendant on the table. Then, he pulled a bewildered Liu Shiyan forward to examine it.

Meanwhile, Ye Tan let out a light chuckle. Instead of turning around, he simply raised his head to gaze at the stars scattered across the dark night sky. Watching the stars from this spot was truly wonderful and deeply atmospheric.

"Then Master, what should I do?" Ren Zhuzhu asked Uncle Nine, feeling somewhat reluctant to leave and wanting to stay behind to watch Wang Jin.

Richard closed his eyes and fell into deep thought. He was not pondering the applicability of this plan, but rather its feasibility.

The surrounding high-ranking knights and commanders were initially startled by Ares’s ferocious strength and speed. Then, with wide, silent mouths and raised weapons, they swarmed toward him.

However, it remained unclear whether the Fox of Saint-Rebecc was roasting the God of Flames, or if the God of Flames was roasting the Fox of Saint-Rebecc.

Before he could run very far, however, the vehicle abruptly came to a dead halt. Fresh blood spurted from his throat like a geyser! His eyes widened in horror, and as two guttural choking sounds escaped his windpipe, he slumped limply into the driver's seat, never to move again.

Through a long period of fighting side by side and living together, this pair of old comrades had developed a flawless, seamless combat synergy.

Jade Spirit questioned him. Selling vegetables clearly wasn't making much money now; without the assistance of the spatial realm, her master's business was nothing special. She couldn't understand why the top priority right now shouldn't be restoring the realm first before discussing anything else.

Having orchestrated such a brilliant public feud that not only won applause but also restored their reputation, they had now even forced Tangyi Films—the agency behind Su Yao—to step out and issue an apology. Yet, had they really just fired the mastermind behind it all?

Hearing Zhang Lin'er's words, Zhao Wuji raised his head to look at her, a profound and meaningful depth flashing in his piercing eyes.

Only now did she understand why Nan Zhengrong had suddenly asked her if she had two yuan earlier, and why he demanded the money directly the moment she took it out. So he had been waiting for her right here all along.

Seeing that the other party made no move, I suddenly recalled the words spoken by the elderly monk Mietudu at the Demon Subduing Temple. He had said that the Corpse Demon was merely putting up a fierce front while being hollow inside, which was why it retreated without a fight upon seeing him.

Seemingly struck by a thought, Xu Haoyuan picked up his phone and dialed Liang Zhan's number. A moment later, the call was answered.

If he could truly satisfy the Prince, he could perhaps speak to him privately about Yao'er later on. With any luck, he might even request the Prince to bestow a marriage decree personally. No matter how powerful Yu Wanglong might be, surely he wouldn't dare defy the Prince's decree and seize a bride by force, would he?

Gu Hui was not as optimistic as Guanyan; he didn't really believe their father would slowly handle these tasks over the course of two months.

A club like this always kept its doors tightly shut during the day and only opened to patrons at night. As for the purpose of such a place, it went without saying.

Furthermore, setting aside top-tier celebrities and renowned veteran actors, among the young actors of Su Yao's generation, there were very few who dedicated themselves to studying and refining their acting skills with such single-minded focus.

Jingxuan also targeted a late-stage tier-six dark spirit, casually summoning bolts of heavenly lightning to bombard it. Similarly, Jingxuan engaged a late-stage tier-six member of the Dream Clan. Since both sides possessed formidable mental strength, she wanted to test what kind of methods these Dream Clan individuals truly possessed.

Meng Tong watched as those stars seemed like malicious spirits opening their enormous mouths wide, as if intent on tearing her apart to devour her flesh, accompanied by the occasional wailing sound echoing from the abyss.

Standing on the single-plank bridge, Chu Haoyuan’s expression turned pitch black the moment he recognized her face. Wearing a murderous look, he looked as though he wanted to climb down, drag her up, and give her a sound thrashing.

Even if ten minutes were to pass, Xia Fang might have lost his mind completely, becoming forever unable to awaken.

Filled with surging excitement, Principal Zhang Feng and all the teachers present turned as one to look at Xue Yuhan, their gazes brimming with the fondness one reserves for a priceless treasure.

Yuxiu issued instructions to Yugui, telling her to find a way to instigate Consort Yu into orchestrating an "accident" that would make a dog bite the Eleventh Prince.

Since their seats were located very close to the stage, they could clearly see the individuals about to step up and perform.

He was no fool; how could he not understand that everyone present was green with envy over the hundred spirit-elevating pills in his possession?

Fifteen years flashed by in the blink of an eye. Palace City was now thirty years old, and Xiao Ying was twenty. Both brother and sister had reached adulthood.

Shi Wei didn't recognize it, but Canghai knew it was a set of Porsche car keys—though, of course, it might just as well have been a cigarette lighter.

Therefore, Lin Ai had no other choice... and could only nod with difficulty. Anyway, the acceptance capacity of those mechanical lifeforms in Pascal Village was far greater than hers.

"Grandfather Peng, if you do it this way, will they hold a grudge against me?" The moment he imagined being envied by these sects filled with extraordinary martial arts practitioners, Ye Tian felt a chill run down his spine.

So it turned out to be Yuru, holding an umbrella in one hand and embracing Yiru in the other, gazing blankly at Li Xiaoyao. Her eyes lacked vitality, yet at the same time, she still seemed to be that same Lin Yuru whom he loved so deeply, waiting for him to return.

A pair of hooked steel wings unfolded behind it, and a wide-open, deformed eye was embedded in its chest. Its mechanical claws were disproportionately bulky compared to its body, while its legs featured reverse-jointed insect-like structures—the overall design and architecture of the entire mechanical body bore an uncanny resemblance to a demon from mythology.

For a moment, many disciples of the ancient clans wore looks of astonishment. Even disciples of top-tier major sects were only at the half-step Void God realm. In their minds, once Lin Hao—a supposed "Void God realm" practitioner—took the stage, there clearly should have been no positions left for disciples of major sects to contend for.

"..." Lin Ai let out a sigh, then squatted down maintaining the same posture with both hands, looking at Zero gently, yet refusing to give her an opening.

Judging by his appearance, far from being able to withstand Xu Wuyou's attacks, he looked as though even a passing breeze could easily knock him over or blow him away.

Cupping the rushing wind and flowing currents in his hand, Han Dong met this earthy-yellow millstone with a calm expression. An esoteric and terrifying collision instantly erupted; the air churned restlessly like cotton batting, and the shockwaves surged outward in layer upon layer of magnificent, rolling tides.