Chapter 54: Shura Field

Inside the car.

Fang Peiyuan and Xiao Zhe sat in the back, while Zhao Baitong occupied the front passenger seat.

Returning to the city of Nancheng and bringing along her boyfriend, Fang Peiyuan was in exceptionally high spirits. She felt that everything was moving in a wonderful direction.

Resting her head on Xiao Zhe's shoulder, Fang Peiyuan recalled the night Zhao Baitong brought a jacket for Xiao Zhe and casually asked, "Baitong, that day you..."

Exalted Master Zifeng was extremely eager to go. He was anxious and looked at Xiao Chang several times, wanting to speak but stopping himself. Xiao Chang knew that being able to reach this stage already made her performance quite commendable.

Zhao Ming had previously discussed with Zhao Yuan that he would not return home for the New Year, as he needed to manage his business outside. Although Zhao Yuan found it strange—for the past two years his father had sold firecrackers during the New Year and mountain game in ordinary times, yet now suddenly developed a desire to engage in commerce abroad—he did not dwell on it too much.

He didn't even dare to raise his head. If he could see through this, could those uncles of his possibly fail to see it?

"Ahem, if you truly have unresolved issues, please wait until Mr. Zhang and I finish signing the agreement before you discuss them. Right now, your behavior is already interfering with us!" Zhang Zhongquan sneered.

Xiao Chang slowly concealed her presence. It was not yet time for her to make a move; there was no need to rush.

She sat down, looked at him, and without waiting for an invitation, began to eat, showing a keen interest in examining the pastry closely.

There was silence from the opposite end for a long time. Wang Tieliang felt it was pointless and prepared to hang up when he heard a low-pressure male voice.

Every time he thought about the assassination attempt on Huo Yunzheng the last time he went out, he still felt a lingering fear.

She could tell that the Crown Prince was obviously dying of joy, yet he was putting on such an act of hesitation and refusal. Who was he trying to fool?

"Resembling in form but lacking in spirit; it seems the Twelve-Road Tantui has truly been lost," the tailor said, shaking his head as he produced a manual of martial arts and handed it to Ji Ming.

At that moment, the nether power he radiated was like a monstrous giant, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws as it occupied half of the arena! Clearly, this was not a simple release of nether power, but some formidable ability.

At this point, the Japanese sergeant's tone grew emotional. "However, how did the higher-ups treat us? I don't know if you've heard, but let me tell you today: six of my men and I went out and were captured by the Eighth Route Army, and we barely managed to escape back."

More than twenty subordinates of the Sea Family Gang suddenly seemed to have swallowed a reassurance pill, fueled by a surge of adrenaline. With courage multiplied tenfold, they frantically unleashed their respective magics to launch a counterattack.

Just as Chen Hao received this sound, an old man materialized right before his eyes out of thin air.

Over the past few days, he had also heard some rumors at school. It seemed his father had committed a grave error during a mission, to the extent that even his companions harbored hatred toward him.

To prevent Ying Nonghua from escaping, Konghui had specially crafted extremely hard cold iron to shackle him. Otherwise, given Ying Nonghua's movement techniques and skills, there were truly very few people in the world capable of capturing him.

"If you can produce something that satisfies me right now, I'll agree to it," Mei Xiaoxia bit her lip, her thoughts racing through a thousand possibilities. She simply refused to believe this bald man could pull anything off right now.

With that, the primordial spirit power accumulated over two thousand years violently coalesced, launching an assault toward Ji Ming's glabella.

Balteflurt sniffed with satisfaction above his coffee cup. The smell of gunpowder lingering in the air, a faint hint of blood, and the aroma of coffee entering his nostrils blended into a distinct fragrance—a scent that could never be artificially replicated no matter how he altered his coffee recipe.

Such was her personality; she wanted to know if Puyang was safe, and now that she knew, she could hang up the phone. Being able to answer with a remark that she would visit Tanzhou in a while was already a rarity.

Just as Jiang Fan and the Unicorn Purple-Electric Ice Beast were about to be injured by the Great Sun Tathagata Shattering Claw of the Golden-Winged Great Roc, a figure suddenly flashed, and a silver three-pronged double-edged halberd met the giant claw of the Golden-Winged Great Roc head-on.