Chapter 57: The Black Gun in Hand

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Mu Feng slowly lifted his head, letting the blood trickle down from the wound on his lips, forming a gruesome, blood-red streak on his garment. The battle between Elder Baishui and the Seventh Prince’s palace was beyond Qing Luan’s reach, especially since she was already at her limit; now she merely gritted her teeth and moved toward Yun Xing’s location.

After setting a tentative goal in his mind, Sun Cheng cast a more thoughtful glance toward Leiting. The saying “many ants can kill an elephant” meant that numerical advantage could often change the tide of battle, but only if the disparity between the sides was limited. If facing a peak existence like the Celestial Emperor Yan Di, no matter how many undead or wandering spirits there were, the outcome would remain unchanged, for the chasm between them was insurmountable.

In the worldview of the Cybertronians, all things in the world were composed of information—life, minerals, energy, and even the universe itself. Before the hunt battles, major factions would send their outstanding disciples to spar with those of the Nine Pure Heavens, ostensibly for exchange and learning.

The entire process lasted a full thirty to forty minutes, during which the sprinting guard by his side finally noticed Sun Cheng slowly exhaling a long string of bubbles. Was this not a disgrace? What else could it be? This wasn’t a matter for the entire Hua family—whose business was it, then? If this doesn’t count as enmity, what does?

Based on countless past experiences where Xu Mu escaped death by a hair’s breadth, as long as this young man had even a breath left, he would miraculously recover. When dealing with fraudsters who once defied Megatron and were personally ordered by the Decepticon commander to be brainwashed into replicated soldiers, destined to fight eternally for the Decepticon army, things were different.

Actually, there was no need for Su Yishui and Su Yirou to express opinions; whether in theory or practice, Zhao Lingling had already made the decision on their behalf. Thus, the matter was settled.

After exchanging hundreds of moves with Sun Yi, death was still inevitable—the wheel of life and death ruled all, utterly extinguishing his vitality.

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“So remote, in such an isolated place, business must surely be poor. I guess if no one got lost, no one would ever find this place,” Xiao Zhu said, leaning against the window, watching shadows flit outside.

Lin Hao and the others went to help Chen Haoxuan capture a powerful beast, yet Chen Haoxuan wasn’t at home waiting for their return. Then what was he doing?

The next morning, Su Ziqi woke up early as usual, preparing for a full day of study and work.

“It’s because I know your heart!” Su Ziqi turned her hand over, grasped He Haotian’s hand, and slipped the ring onto the ring finger of his left hand.

She didn’t even get a chance to explain before tears suddenly streamed down her face. Everything had seemed fine—why did everything change in an instant? You promised to treat me well for life, not even a single day less. Why are you doing this to me now?

“This is easy.” Han Bin raised his right hand, casting several hand seals toward the Fire Phoenix treasure, setting up a hidden aura formation. Then, the treasure flashed with flowing light and vanished into the starry sky. Even with divine perception, unless an elder at the Divine Will stage appeared, it would be impossible to detect that a treasure was there.

“Have you seen it? Have you seen it?” The crowd felt the story grow increasingly interesting and vivid.

Qian Su and Zhi Shuo glanced around at the gathering crowd, both frowning simultaneously. Xiao Zhu withdrew her resentful thoughts, noticing more and more people nearby, and suggested, “Let’s go first!” The two nodded and pushed the shopping cart toward the exit.

In her world, he was mostly cold and distant; he had never once lost his temper in front of her.

At a noodle stall, they saw an old man whose shoes had fallen off, hair disheveled with streaks of white. His tattered clothes made him look like a beggar, his face stained with mud and water, sitting there eating noodles.

Qi Xuyao began accusing them of being heartless, unreasonable troublemakers, which predictably earned him a beating from the three: a classic case of biting the hand that feeds you—if not you, then who else to beat?

Li Fei was now a novice alchemist, with a 50% failure rate in concocting second-grade pills, so eight of his transformation pills had failed.

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This kind of gaze, like watching animals at a zoo, truly irritated Chu Xiangsi.

Chu Xiangsi was not afraid of his cold eyes; she looked at him coldly, her face expressionless.

She didn’t think much of this man, but with her temper flaring, and him being the only male nearby, he was better than nothing.

Xue Mingrui softly called Lin Nuannuan’s name, the tenderness in his eyes making it impossible for her not to notice.

The pharmacy was around several twists and turns; Baili Xuance followed him, then suddenly stopped in his tracks.

After all, the matter had already been done; there was no way to change it now, only to find a way to make amends.

So I sneaked over, tightly gripping the Dark Mud Sword, having already thought of finding the perfect angle to strike—one move to instantly kill two mages.

Jiang Weilong straightened up, looking at Wang Bolin and glancing at Liu Zhengyong, secretly pleased. Meeting this situation at such a crucial moment meant that in the competition for village chief between him and Liu Zhengyong, he might gain the upper hand. The recent public relations efforts would not have been in vain.