Chapter 39: Is This Really His Handiwork?

Zhao Baitong stood amidst shards of broken porcelain; when the cup lid had grazed her cheek moments ago, her instinctual reaction was to shield her head.

As Fang Zhixu rushed over, the police officers pinned Cui Xu down. No one had expected him to act so recklessly right inside the police station.

Li Xueya hurried to Zhao Baitong’s side, tears streaming down her face. Seeing the shallow scratch the porcelain had left on her cheek hurt her more than if the shards had struck her own body.

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He had originally assumed others would understand such an explanation, but now, there was no real point to it. I hope we can look past all of this; although my explanation wasn't particularly terrible, at this stage, would anyone even believe you?

Securing a spot in the playoffs is already a certainty, but there is one crucial point remaining: we have a slim chance of clinching the Spring Split championship. One must realize that this title is a ticket to the annual S-League, which is an incredibly vital step.

Yang Tian arrived in a different realm, where ferocious beasts were relatively scarce. After scanning his surroundings, he dashed further into the depths.

"Haha, Mr. Tang, you are too kind. It is an honor for our Xingyi Sect that you could come; there is no such thing as an intrusion. Others would pay a fortune just to invite you, yet they cannot," Yan Jiu said with a radiant smile.

A moment later, Lin Yi glanced at the clock. It was time. With a wave of his left hand, a silver needle appeared quietly about two centimeters above the wound, staunching the patient's bleeding.

"I am fine." Qin Shi waved his hand, the pallor on his face beginning to fade, though his gaze remained cold as it swept over Yang Tian.

Once the Art of the Wolf Void is unleashed, one merges into the crystalline walls of space. Like a fish in water, one uses the spatial barrier as cover to strike at any moment, making it impossible to defend against.

The Wood King looked on with uncertainty. After giving Li Tianchen a long, deep look and consulting with the Rock Demon and the others, he finally listed the materials required for the teleportation array.

Upon hearing Long Tian's words, the member of the Ghost Clan stopped speaking, turned around, and prepared to leave.

"Kunwu and the others from the lower realms also carried immortal artifacts, and Kunling previously possessed supreme treasures, but it was all to no avail. This boy is the sovereign chosen by this world; we are bound to lose!" Long Zhan said in a low, somber voice.

The meeting hall was spacious and decorated in a rustic style, without a single speck of gold or silver ornamentation, while a faint fragrance of wood permeated the air.

Jessica, held tightly in Lin Xia’s strong arms, felt her face flush. With a soft whimper, she wrapped her arms around his neck and offered her tongue, assuming a posture that invited him to taste his fill.

Moreover, the Dragon-Slaying Elder himself was a figure at the peak of the True God realm. He roamed the vast void and the mortal world, a lone wolf who was neither strictly good nor evil. He had slain countless powerful foes and built a formidable reputation.

The heavenly sword, flowing with azure light, lifted off the ground, and Feng Li’s sword of righteous energy flew toward the giant blade. The two massive swords stood side by side, with six large characters appearing on each of their colossal bodies.

Upon hearing this, Yi Sheng felt no relief; instead, she lowered her gaze. She had heard a rough summary of the incident from Bo Yuzheng, and had caught wind of certain rumors. Now that her lingering fears had been truly confirmed by Qi Jianzhao, she realized that she had indeed implicated him.

If he was angry, she would find all sorts of ways to coax him once she had finished handling Sister Wanhua’s affairs. She knew he would never stay mad at her for too long.

The red-haired monster seemed to sense the danger, leaping and maneuvering to nimbly dodge the sharp rays of finger-light, before swiping its claws forward to strike fiercely at Lin Sheng.

The other transformed ghosts had just closed in on Lu Qiushi when they were struck by the unremarkable scrap of iron in his hand. They froze on the spot as the black and white fish quickly began to devour them, as if they were the most delicious food in the world, consuming them entirely without a hint of resistance.