Superhero 44

"Even if my sister desires utter seclusion, what happens if one day the human race faces extinction and the fires of war engulf the realm, surpassing even the tragic twilight of the gods of old? How could my sister possibly stand aloof and protect herself then?" Black Lotus asked in a solemn tone.

Fortunately, a moment later, mysterious energy fluctuations emanated once again around Xiao Fei's body, signaling the beginning of his absorption of the profound energy between heaven and earth.

To say he lacked fortune would be untrue, for he had managed to survive the battlefield of the past, stumbled his way into growing up this tall, and now secured such a rare and enviable good marriage.

"Why do you choose the path?" the youth slowly asked, his voice echoing in a sevenfold overlapping harmony, carrying an awe-inspiring sword intent and a majestic divine might.

Seeing him head toward the bone dragon, Ling Yurou felt a pang in her heart and instinctively reached out to grab him, causing Ayun to pause and look at her in confusion.

Ling Yurou blinked, catching a glimmer of profound meaning in Nangong Moyun's eyes, and seemed to understand something.

Gazing intently at the massive stone door before her, Ling Yurou gathered her inner qi into her dantian; to get out, she had to shatter this stone door.

After a brief moment of dazed astonishment, Xiao Fei and the others found this explanation thoroughly plausible; otherwise, Jing Xiangyu's cultivation speed would simply be too devastatingly discouraging to others.

"He must have instructed you to play it by ear—if there are no unusual developments at the Ye Estate, you are to withdraw the troops under the guise of providing protection," Ye Jinshu said with a faint smile.

Starting from its initial form, the vortex continuously absorbed the yellow and green energies until it gradually stabilized, ultimately forming a steady translucent air swirl within Xiao Fei's conscious space. It looked precisely like a profound energy vortex, mysterious and unfathomable.

On the ground sprinkled with blood by Yan Ying and Nangong Shi, countless demonic seeds emerged from the earth, floating in the air like fireflies, eagerly waiting to transform into demons.

It was not that they worried about future disappointments, but rather that the pregnancy was currently unstable, and if the elders found out, they would undoubtedly make a tremendous fuss over everything.

"There's no need. As long as I can guard against the worst-case scenarios, I won't have too many worries. Besides, I'm about to become a father; I can't just run back to my elders whenever I encounter a bit of hardship—that would be too embarrassing."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Chunfang was initially reluctant, as she had specifically planned to borrow lodging at Chu Xia's place after hearing about her abundant supplies. However, upon hearing that this sleazy bald man lived in a three-hundred-square-meter flat-floor apartment, she suddenly felt rather tempted.

The executive lounge at Baoshan Mansion was not open to the public and could only be accessed by residents. Xin Ying never imagined in a million years that she would run into Zhou Yuhuai here.

Yin禟 nodded and recounted to Imperial Noble Consort Yi everything he and the tenth brother had played today, while the consort listened with a smile.

By the time she finished clearing out the entire twenty-sixth floor, it was already midnight. Exhausted to the point where her legs felt weak, Chu Xia sent a message to Sun Heya and decided to return home the next day.

Meanwhile, Consort Rong, who had given birth to the emperor's third son, was ranked at the very bottom, a fact that had always deeply distressed her.

After eating a little over half a bowl, Chu Xia stopped eating; with her mind dwelling on the grilled fish, eating instant noodles no longer felt appealing.

Thinking of the many crown princes in history who were executed by their emperors, Yinreng could not help but feel a wave of sorrow welling up inside him—would he and his Imperial Father eventually reach that same step one day?

Just as Lin Yong rushed forward, poised to do as he pleased, a shout from outside the door suddenly halted his actions.

"As expected of someone seasoned in battle, Brother Chu's daring spirit is far beyond what ordinary people can match," Su Huai praised.

Acting with ruthless and decisive efficiency, he was an old hand who had roamed the pugilistic world for years, leaving not the slightest margin for mercy in his strikes.

This time, Wen Zhao did not imitate him, but instead flashed aside to dodge. While dodging, he thrust out his left hand, managing to grab the dwarf-fat man's left ankle right in the midst of the man's rapid tumble. With a twist, once his posture straightened, he braced his right hand against the ground, lifted his body, hoisted his shoulders, and swung his arms, flinging the short, stout man far away.

Even so, Lin Yong gently kicked Abaddon's finger with one foot, though the force was so feeble it could not even swat a fly.

"Are you gambling that one of those moonlight rays can cross the Weak Water?" Shi Xuan asked in surprise.

"I have a way to cure sister-in-law. Really, I'm telling the truth," Chen Xu stared fixedly at Liu Haibin, his gaze filled with sincerity and earnestness.

Seeing that Senior Brother Xu was thoroughly dead, Lin Feng wore a expressionless face. With a flick of his long spear, a cloth bag appeared in his hand—a cosmos bag.

With almost every passing second, the vitality of his blood, skin, internal organs, and even every single cell in his body was rapidly vanishing.

"No, if we want to kill him, we must strike before he leaves the Profound Heaven Sect," Zu Tianwen said.

Xu Jiayu's body was tense, a complex emotion blending nervousness and eagerness to try. Last time in the plaza, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Lu Nan had managed to escape, which brought a slight sense of humiliation to Xu Jiayu. Transforming a sense of shame into courage was not only about punishing evil, but also about washing away her disgrace.

Hoo~ Hao Yu let out a long breath. With a single thought, the Crystal Soul Tower flashed and flew back onto his arm. As it did, the originally faint tower-shaped mark on Hao Yu's arm reappeared. Though still somewhat indistinct, Hao Yu could sense a faint trace of energy fluctuation emanating from the mark, which brought a comforting sense of peace to his mind.

"Don't worry, Grandfather. I will definitely give it my all. Not only the clan quota, but even the usage rights of the back mountain, I will surely win them back for you." Su Yi glanced at his grandfather, naturally understanding his worries.

The distinctive blocking sensation characteristic of a barrier emanated from this stone platform. Its intensity was extremely high, surpassing even the defense barrier grade of the branch division. While the branch division's barrier only produced a sensation similar to pressing against tempered glass, this one even carried electric ions, demonstrating that this barrier was extraordinary.

One of the four youths seemed to have heard, turning his head to glance back with a disdainful smile, remaining silent.

Qin Han instantly displayed his well-concealed swordsman prowess, gently extending a hand to swat the opponent's hand away.

Zhang San saandered back to his room, where Yifei lit the lamp for him and served a hangover soup. After drinking it, he cleared his head a little. Sitting in the room in a daze for a while, he suddenly remembered that when he left, he seemed to have forgotten to bid farewell to Wen Huanzhang.

That night, during dinner, the atmosphere at home began to turn somewhat strange.

No boss is cheap enough to use an ultimate skill to torture opponents right at the start of a fight; they always probe slowly first and will only resort to ultimate moves when left with no other choice.

At this moment, everyone in the group felt a strong surge of curiosity as to why Qin Fang had been seconded here.

"Good." Jing Tian nodded slightly, her fingers subconsciously stroking the cover of the script as she felt a flutter of nervousness regarding the upcoming conversation.

Thinking about these matters, Chu Yuan felt a stir in his heart, yet he did not immediately call out to Yan Xue to tell her about it.