Chapter 22: The Handsome Man May Lack a Sense of Humor, but He Is Excessively Wealthy

Listening to Bu Yuzhu, Chu Han sighed.

“I’m actually very sad.”

“Yuzhu, I could only wrong my sister because I wanted to help you, my best friend…”

Bu Yuzhu was deeply moved.

She was just about to say something when she suddenly saw Brother Wang stride in from outside, radiating fury.

A delighted smile spread across her face, and she went forward to greet him.

“Brother Wang, you’re amazing!”

There was an old house in the canyon, and an old man lived inside it. What a familiar scene. The moment Xiong Yu entered the canyon, he thought of the old man in the house. All of his lifelong mastery of lightness kung fu had been taught by that old man. Long Hongguang was not only his friend despite their great difference in age, but also half his master.

Seeing that victory was already certain, Jia Hui cast a cold look at the disciples of Divine Wind Hall who were still struggling desperately. His gaze turned icy, and he shouted, his voice laden with a heavy murderous intent.

If he allowed the situation to continue, then by the time Ji Yu’s fist reached him, he might well lose even the courage to resist.

The thunder raged for several minutes before finally subsiding, and only then did the sky return to normal.

Tang Qie absolutely could not ruin this perfect gift. Once outside, he could already imagine the look of disappointment on Qi Tianxing’s face. Suddenly, Tang Qie burst into laughter, because everything unfolding now pleased him immensely.

No sooner had the previous man left than Guo Lian, the Blood Butcher, arrived. His swordlight blazed, accompanied by a deep roar, like a jet skimming low through the air, rattling every window and door along its path.

Should they pursue him, or not? Everyone’s gaze instinctively turned toward Niu Er. Although he had repeatedly declared that he would only protect Lin Tuo’s safety and would not concern himself with anything else, the facts had proved that even the captain of the guards, who had also spent considerable time mixing with the Qianshan Stronghold, was still lacking compared with his experience.

The ground within a radius of a thousand meters shook violently, while houses too close to the center were reduced to ashes. The two men remained locked in a stalemate high in the air. Qin Qingming narrowed his eyes slightly, concealing the shock in his heart. His opponent was not at the peak of his strength, yet the threat produced by this move was enough to make him tremble with fear.

In less than six months, Shen Cong had become the foremost disciple of the outer sect. As for those who had entered the sect alongside him, did they not now have someone to pursue? They dared not speak of becoming the foremost outer-sect disciple; so long as they could become inner-sect disciples, they would surely be satisfied.

The Nine-Forging Method was divided into nine stages. After the first stage was mastered, every strike would be followed by roughly fifty percent additional hidden force beyond the user’s original strength. When forging materials, the original force could alter their shape while also making their internal structure denser.

What puzzled everyone, however, was why Ling Feng had chosen to enter the field just as the first half was about to end. Even Santana wore a bewildered expression; he could not understand Ling Feng’s intentions either. He merely thought that Ling Feng had truly been unable to sit still any longer and did not want to be scored against again before the first half ended.

Fortunately, the maze guards surrounding them had already formed a solid blockade, so the Maze Commander could not approach the city gate for the time being.

In 1974, the Asian Football Confederation held a meeting in Tehran and confirmed that the Chinese Football Association was an official member of the organization. This marked the first step in Chinese football’s return to the world stage.

On the other side, Bai Zhuozi had also charged over. With a single sword thrust, she forced Nangong Jingyue back, then reached out to seize Tangtang.

“Isn’t staking out a place boring?” The Electric Man lengthened the blue arc of electricity, producing a crackling sound that provoked a chorus of shrieks from the children.

“Lingxing…” Yunhao had truly thrown caution to the wind this time. He gazed at Lingxing anxiously, terrified that she would reject him.

On the day Emperor Zixuan was buried, he would follow him into death. But before then, no matter how Empress Shou threatened or tempted him, demanding that he reveal how Emperor Zixuan’s death had involved not only Consort Zhang Shu’s faction but also King Linxun and perhaps even more princes and princesses, he could not bring himself to do such a thing.