Chapter 63 An Accident (Part Twenty-Three)

Ji Yuhan was right; Yan Xi was indeed consumed by lingering anger and in an extremely volatile emotional state. Fortunately, it was currently a period of peace, and even with missions, new recruits were not thrown straight into actual combat, or else Yan Xi would likely have had a much harder time.

Back then, he thought she was utterly foolish. Yet, after years apart, her foolishness seemed to have vanished; that shrewd demeanor of hers made her look like a completely different person compared to the past.

In this mission, regardless of whether she was viewed in her capacity as a student, a professional soldier, or a party member from the headquarters building, the only thing she needed to do was to rescue her brother and evacuate alongside her teammates. They needed to escape from this battlefield—one devoid of literal gunsmoke yet infinitely more perilous than a hail of bullets.

A sudden urge welled up within him to charge personally into the chaotic void and engage the Kunpeng in a fierce battle, just to thoroughly gauge the true extent of the beast's power.

This was because their clan leader was excessively delicate and effeminate in appearance, casually looking like an alluring beauty. Even the ephemeral, enchanting clan leader of the demon race would pale in comparison and feel a sense of inferiority before their leader.

After also beheading Diamante, Li Yi slowly sheathed his blade and allowed the fierce aura surrounding him to dissipate.

"Has he left?" Seeing Juan Niang return to the room, Yun Shu slowly stepped out from behind the screen, her eyes gazing at her with a chilly coolness.

"I have a feeling that Eldest Sister must have many doubts. Where should I even begin? It all feels like such a distant memory..." With a faint, lingering sigh, Feng Qing's voice slowly drifted into the air.

Li Yi did not feel any dramatic wave of emotion. Having traversed this path and endured numerous trials and tribulations, he no longer cared much about these so-called bounties.

Chen Jin could not hold back his frustration because he felt as though his precious cabbage was about to be devoured by a pig—how could he not be angry? Setting aside just how exceptional Andre was, the mere thought of her marrying far away into another country was unacceptable. Above all, they were supposed to continue being teammates and friends.

"Good sir, Yun'er has always been like this. If my name has caused any misunderstanding among you fine gentlemen, Yun'er offers her apologies here." Hearing this soft, milky voice and those adorable intonations, perfectly paired with a formal lady's greeting performed using a man's sturdy physique, was enough to make everyone's skin crawl with goosebumps.

It was still at full speed, still the unhesitating roar of the engine, and still that utterly reckless posture.

Xue Yun vanished from the spot entirely, reappearing right in front of the man in black. Seeing this, the man in black could not help but constrict his pupils in shock. The distance he had so painstakingly created to give himself a moment to breathe—was just gone like that?

A wry smile crossed Ji Yunyang's face as he tucked his phone away, deeply regretting that he had stood Gong Qingchen up in order to attend this utterly boring banquet hosted by Ji Junze.

"What? Does it sting your heart? Let me tell you, once you eventually discover his true colors, you'll feel even more wretched." Seeing that Gong Qingchen remained silent the entire time, Zhou Xinyi assumed she was heartbroken and proceeded to deliver even more unsparing remarks.

Such a thought lingered in her mind for a mere second before dissolving into nothingness. The image of Song Yan questioning Ji Yunyang had not faded from her memory.

Tang Sihan remained silent for a long time. Just as Song Fei thought he was nearly at a loss for words or was currently deciding on a different phrasing, she saw him pull a photograph from his pocket and hand it over.

"Alright, put away those thoughts of yours." Baili Yuanlie seemed to have pierced straight through Qingfeng's mind as he spoke softly, his voice carrying a trace of an almost imperceptible smile.

Chen Feng nodded. Initially, he thought the long jump would have some sort of difficulty, but it turned out to be remarkably simple.

Gong Qingchen retrieved her phone and cast a suspicious gaze at Xia Danqing, the more she looked, the more abnormal she felt Xia Danqing was acting today.

Even if they could not completely wipe them out, they could at least figure out who was targeting them—was it the Jin family? Most importantly, they had to rescue the hostages.

Baihuan smiled and nodded. Between severe and minor cases, doctors and nurses would naturally prioritize the critically ill. Old Wang, who had sustained minor injuries, actually understood this; it was merely a bit of casual banter.

Swept by Tan Zhenyang's sharp gaze, Bai Yu shut his mouth and nonchalantly turned his head away, pretending he had never said a word.

Jian Jiuge was suddenly struck by a creeping chill, abruptly realizing that the Moming sword in Bai Luofeng's hand was nowhere to be seen. However, it was already too late. Beneath the soles of his feet, a burst of sword light shattered the earth and lunged unhesitatingly toward his protruding Adam's apple.

"Hunter, if you ever dare to call me again while I am eating, I swear I will kill you." A flash of crimson crossed the red-haired man's eyes as he spoke coldly.

Far away in the Huaizuo Manor, thousands of miles from the capital, Yang Qinglian did not expect that the few people he had been worrying about would actually appear here.

"Why are you telling me all this?" Liu Jizong maintained a calm expression on his face, though the hands hidden beneath the quilt were slick with nervous sweat; he had not expected the contents of the letter to be true.

The Yanhuang Empire possessed vast territories, and its landscapes varied tremendously across different geographical regions.

"What kind of person is your master?" An Ping pondered for a moment. Asking about someone else's master like this was actually quite impolite, but it hardly mattered. Since she had sneaked out in the middle of the night, she ought to tell him something in return, shouldn't she?

Only a small fraction of intelligent zombies retained normal appearances closely resembling humans, while the vast majority bore various injuries on their bodies, appearing ferocious and terrifying.

It was just that their status as divine beasts and members of the dragon clan deterred others from approaching them to pat or grope them at will.

They were merely terrified of Zhou Cong, but they had no idea who she was. If Zhou Cong were not present, these people would surely have swarmed them.

Just looking at the present moment, the mere raising of their hands could trigger cosmic torrents—cataclysms capable of striking terror into the hearts of even Great Luo Golden Immortals—which demonstrated just how immensely powerful the Myriad Buddhas Worship the Ancestor Formation truly was.

Naturally, the two of them simply chose to ignore Yang Yang's subsequent slanderous remarks about Old Man Ye. They were well aware of the old man's temper; he certainly must have tormented this youth relentlessly, and Yang Yang speaking this way now was undoubtedly nothing more than a form of petty revenge.

For some inexplicable reason, even doing this failed to appease the hatred in his heart. He grabbed a stool and smashed it down onto the man's head once more. Only when he saw blood gushing from the man's head did he finally feel a shred of relief.