Chapter Sixty-Five: Wu Ting's Cousin

“I suspect he might be trying to probe me, to see whether I've uncovered his scheme,” Ma Wu nodded and sighed, saying, “Wu Ting, knowing that the cousin who has always treated you well actually has ulterior motives must be hard for you.” Wu Ting shook her head, “No, it wouldn’t be. If someone I care about were in trouble…”

Lin Feng had no intention of wasting time with this enemy. If it turned out to be another coward armed with a bagful of drugs, waiting for the poison circle to shrink before entering the safe zone, things could get complicated.

He pulled a short knife from somewhere and charged forward. Last time at Tianyuan Tower, he let Toyotomi Shunyi escape; this time, he would not give Toyotomi Shunyi any chance.

After half a year, through the combined efforts of all the scientists, they finally pinpointed the coordinates of that space from years ago and opened the passage.

Lin Chen made a rough estimation—aside from Mu Fengsheng, the others were insignificant. Mu Fengsheng’s strength was not weaker than the black-clad man they had encountered before, possibly on par with Luo Tiancheng.

Suddenly, Zhao Huangfei’s hands shot up, and blue, gleaming spikes sprang from the rings on her middle fingers. In less than a second, they pierced the necks of Old Zhou and another police officer with perfect precision.

The car approached, slowing briefly before suddenly accelerating, heading straight for Yuan Tian as if intent on running him down. Yuan Tian, seeing the car’s aggressive approach, knew instantly it belonged to the Fourth Elder of the Zhang family.

Qiu Wanchun spun around sharply, his gaze like lightning. Cloaked in black, his hair bound with a jade crown, his scholarly face now bore a hint of domineering arrogance, a stark contrast to his usual mediocrity.

“What’s an emperor? Let’s go!” The three true disciples of the Blade Gate walked over, laughing and chatting.

This path, though fraught with peril and sure to provoke a frenzied backlash from those three, and perhaps even forces like Yunxia Mountain and Blazing Flame Mountain, would come at him with full force, leaving no room for hesitation. But Qin Lie, at this moment, feared nothing more than this life-and-death struggle.

Lin Chen held Meng Die’s body, letting the thunder strike him without loosening his grip in the slightest.

“Friend Xu, at this point you have no say in the matter,” said Li Liming, as he began to gather spiritual energy within himself.

“Is that so?” The Primordial Tree Emperor still seemed unconvinced, his gaze settling on Gao Zhi.

Upon hearing Zhao Qingxuan’s voice, Xu Qingfan sighed softly, knowing he could not teach Tian Huan a lesson this time. Once Zhao Qingxuan appeared, his identity as a disciple of Jiuhua Mountain would be exposed, and with Tian Huan’s temperament, he would never dare offend the Jiuhua Sect.

Wu Zhuer withdrew her hand gloomily, lying flat and staring at the ceiling, unable to shake the oppressive feeling in her heart.

“Yes!” Lambda drew the longsword from his back and pressed it against Tang Long’s fatty neck.

Under Feng Wu’s powerful magic, Nether Shadow instantly returned home. If not for the peculiar bead in his arms, Nether Shadow would have thought it was all a dream.

While the masters searched for the entrance, Qing Lingzi, responsible for commanding the Ten Thousand Immortal Formation, hurried over to report its status to the Immortal Zi Zhen.

This was before she crossed over. Feng Yu Hen thought for a moment; her memory was hazy. The original owner had a cold temperament and was not close to her half-sisters in the household. She only remembered seeing Xiang Rong, with her double bun hairstyle, secretly watching her from afar. She couldn’t recall anything about what was hidden behind the scenes.

He was more literate than Granny Yan, but knew little about this law or that rule.

In this life, given another chance, Lin Guiwan would only be his lucky star, never letting misfortune befall him again.