Chapter 43: Killing the Tiger

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Shen Mubai had to admit defeat. He was rather gloomy at first, but eventually decided to stop worrying about it altogether.

“You’re getting on in years. How could you recover so easily? There’s no need for you to come here every day. I’m keeping watch.”

Yun Chong lay on the bed with his eyes closed, saying nothing. Hua Xiren took the bowl of medicine from him and set it aside before answering.

She had only just charged a dozen or so yards forward when several towering figures suddenly burst from the rubble nearby, raising wooden clubs and striking at her.

After a brief silence from within, the stone chamber’s door slowly opened. A stern, sharply defined man stepped out, tall and erect. A sinister, ruthless gleam passed across his face, while a terrifying aura of bloodshed continuously radiated from his body.

But after muttering back and forth for some time, they still could not make sense of what the people inside were saying. All they could do was wait for Huo Xiao to come and collect them.

Zhong Xingyue rubbed the back of her head and smiled sheepishly. She was a cultivator, after all; it was only natural that she should possess a little more strength. Otherwise, how could she have carried the carcass of that enormous serpent?

She was just about to step forward and stop them when her gaze fell upon Feng Lingjiu’s face, and she realized that the newcomer was the Ninth Princess of the Feng Kingdom.

Mu Ling had just watched the signal flare ignite and explode without warning right before her eyes. The flare in the sky was like a nightmare, instantly setting alight all those scenes buried in her mind.

Although she had known for a long time that this day would come, Qian Ye was still somewhat saddened to hear Ruo’er say it aloud.

Bai Li was rendered speechless by Shui Yiren’s retort. Her eyes bulged wide, and she looked as though she wanted to tear Shui Yiren and her sister apart and swallow them whole.

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Ye Fankong was exceedingly pleased with Su Chu’s attitude. After all these years together, there was no need to say much about the boy’s character—he was unquestionably the cream of his generation.

Another muffled burst of laughter sounded. Wang Weimin pointed at them a few times, then calmly sat down beside Zhong Xiwang to watch the performance.

In his previous life, Liu Chen had been no stranger to mutated beasts. The ones before him, however, were clearly different from the Golden Macaw standing before them now. Most of those mutated beasts had been far more bloodthirsty and savage.

“If it doesn’t work, it’ll seem too contrived.”

“What do you mean, it won’t work? The two of them are mutually in love. There’s nothing wrong with it.”

Wang Yuer, Li Juanzi, Chen Dadi, and Xing Xiu also left the theater and headed for the free inn. The city gates had already been closed, so they could only stay at the free inn arranged nearby.

Wei Renxiong’s handwritten order had not required Li Feng to accompany the entire conversation. That meant his presence was unnecessary. Having followed Wei Renxiong for many years, Li Feng naturally understood his superior’s temperament. Forcing himself to remain would only displease the man.

Besides, he knew perfectly well that if humanity wanted to put an end to this damned apocalypse, neither he alone nor a small handful of people could possibly accomplish it. More survivors had to be kept alive, and their strength had to be expanded. Only then would there be the slightest chance.

As long as this lamp remained lit, he would not die. But once the lamp oil was exhausted, if he could not find the Starfire Stone, death would be inevitable. And according to rumor, the Starfire Stone could only be formed in the deserts of the distant far west.

Looking at that incomparably familiar face—the face he had never once stopped worrying about—Liu Chen’s eyes instantly reddened, and his voice grew choked with emotion.

A faint fragrance clung to Xiahou Chenxiao’s body. The longer Wen Yunkou breathed it in, the more deeply it coaxed her toward sleep. Her eyelids grew heavier and heavier, while the man’s embrace was simply too comfortable: warm and broad, and even in the darkness as gentle as moonlight.

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The young man was none other than Xiahou Chenxiao. As for how he had secretly traded places with the “lover” Wen Yunkou spoke of, that was a matter for a later chapter.

Fang Han’s Heavenly Lord Tribulation was terrifying beyond compare. Yet, tempered by the lightning tribulation and the infernal flames, and worn down beneath the will of Heaven and Earth, Fang Han allowed thunder to strike and Heaven to punish him as it would. His body naturally became impervious to countless calamities, and he attained the realm of a Heavenly Sovereign—a state that neither Heaven nor Earth could destroy.

“What are you looking at? Keep staring and I’ll dig your eyes out.”

As though she had sensed those gazes, Meng Qing turned around and snarled at them. The others hurriedly looked away, not daring to meet her eyes.

After confirming that it was a Flame Orb, Shinji closed the box and put it into his backpack. He then recalled Breloom and left the abandoned ship, making his way to the seaside. There, Shinji released Milotic once more, climbed onto its back, and headed toward Rustboro City.

“But you still have to save your brother and your companions. Once the time limit passes, I’m afraid you’ll hate me.”

After Xing Ruyan finished speaking, she lowered her head.

Chen Shu glanced at the flowers filling the courtyard. There was clearly plenty of land, yet most of the flowers had been planted in pots. Potted plants were naturally far inferior to those grown directly in the ground.

“Once one enters the court as an official, even after leaving it, one must never dare forget the bond between sovereign and subject.”

Under the cold gaze of the Grand Elder and the smiling eyes of Yan Canglan, Liu Ruobai experienced for the first time what it meant to be the filling in a sandwich. He dared not slight either side in the least. After turning the matter over in his mind a thousand times, he decided that, when the fighting began, he would withstand the Grand Elder’s pressure and respectfully acknowledge his allegiance.

As more and more Ivysaur were lifted into the air, the balloon’s bag grew increasingly full. Venusaur, however, was too large to be carried away. Instead, it extended more than a dozen vines and seized a dozen Ivysaur tightly in its grasp.

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