Superheroes 30

Catherine was well aware that Milok’s divine artifact was a family heirloom, one that their father had favored Milok enough to bestow upon him.

A sense of desolation, loneliness, and perhaps even sorrow lingered in the air. Mayares sighed deeply. “Let us stop. There is no point in continuing this fight any longer. Shall we call it a truce?” The target of this cessation was naturally Claire; as far as the creature was concerned, with Ulysses dead, there was no longer any reason for them to continue their conflict.

Wang Chao had already diligently brought over two chairs, and at Mr. Lanshan’s gesture, Qin Yang sat down beside him.

Normally, when faced with danger, an ordinary person’s instinctive reaction is to dodge or reach out to block.

“Yes, that’s Xiong Shuai from our class, the handsome guy who is also a local like you!” I said, gesturing toward Xiong Shuai’s seat. Xia Xue walked over to the window and peered inside. Xiong Shuai turned away instantly, not daring to meet her eyes directly.

Daniel’s life withered rapidly as the destructive power flooded into him, and a surge of intense, unforgivable humiliation suddenly ignited within Hammera’s soul.

With a heavy, brutal strike, the golden heart was stripped of all its vitality, consumed instantly by the Purgatory Law force that saturated Allen’s entire being.

At this moment, Smith was lying in bed resting; he had even chased Sofia, who had been staying with him, out of the room.

However, she had no time to concern herself with the interactions between that father, mother, and child. Her eyes were sharp and focused, fixed on a point three meters ahead.

Of course, even with help from various sides, Chen Yu dared not let his guard down. The first problem currently facing him was: what was the connection between Dongmen Feng and that man in black?

Only such a stable love could provide her restless heart with a sliver of solace, ensuring she would not repeat her parents’ tragedy.

“Han Yan, take me to see Yan Qi…” Mu Yiyi said, watching Qiao Hanyan through the mirror.

Yet, she had the misfortune of encountering the Prince of Liao, who had taken a sudden fancy to her and snatched her away on the spot. The Princess of Liao still remembered being hoisted onto the horse like a sack of goods, jolted along as the Prince of Liao galloped back to his estate—the ride was so rough that she had vomited everything in her stomach.

“Uncle Guan!” I called out to him. Seeing Uncle Guan stop in his tracks, I looked back at the surprised expressions of Brother Qiang and Brother Xing, and flashed them an “OK” sign behind my back. Then, I walked over to Uncle Guan.

The Chief’s words carried many subtexts, and the Wang brothers, being sharp men, naturally nodded in agreement.

Everyone was seated together now; with Li Junxiu’s uncle, aunt, and younger brother present, Xu Yuan felt quite embarrassed.

It was late at night when Lu Xia woke up. Young Master Yan had left after dropping her off. Lu Cang had been keeping watch by her bedside; seeing her stir, he hurriedly reached out to help her sit up and propped the pillow behind her back.

“This student shall take his leave,” Cheng Yi said, turning to exit the hall. Outside, the sun was warm, lifting one’s spirits.

With the addition of droughts and locust plagues, the number of refugees from Jizhou fleeing to the State of Zhongshan grew day by day. Likewise, scholars drawn by the fame of Zheng Xuan and Cai Yong arrived in a steady, endless stream to seek tutelage.

Although the eldest aunt had married first, Zheng Ji was actually the oldest of the three generations, though only by a mere two or three years.

“Grandmaster!” Wuxi appeared from behind. To see that the enemy had already surrounded Master Xuanbei was shocking, but upon seeing Master Xuanbei still standing there unharmed, a weight was lifted from Wuxi’s heart.

He had been observing the sacrifices Liu Tian made, and for some reason, a sense of dread took root in Liu Ming’s heart—a fear he could not explain, even to himself, triggered by a Liu Tian who had not yet even begun to cultivate.

“So Master Xuanbei is the fourth successor of the Zen school! Such a powerful figure, who could possibly defeat him? Once this is over, we must ask him for an autograph!” some people had already declared.

As Liu Tian recalled the past, Han Yan seemed to perceive something, though the only thing that could convey her thoughts was the sharpening of her sword intent. Liu Tian chuckled to himself; just as he prepared to turn and leave, he found himself captivated by the sight of Han Yan’s deeply furrowed brows.

“I suppose this can be considered a harvest of sorts.” Looking at the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches in his hand, Zhongli murmured, his expression softening slightly.

“Young Master! The Old Master invites you to join the reunion dinner and admire the moon!” Yi’er called out, knocking on the door.

However, before he could retreat very far, the ghostly blue finger shattered the jade stele and lunged straight for him. The Nine Nether Ice Flame radiated outward, the temperature plummeting so rapidly that a layer of frost appeared on Zhongli, severely hindering his movements.

Zheng Ji looked at his roommates with amusement, turned around, and nodded as he accepted the envelope. “Sure, we’ll go to the party. Thanks.” He understood his roommates’ “thirst”; after all, they were at an age of hot-blooded youth, and perhaps a grand, passionate romance was what they anticipated most.