Chapter 38

Ji Tiantian’s entire body radiated a soft, rosy glow. Perhaps due to the tender affection she received last night, she appeared exceptionally delicate today, her skin even more refined and smooth.

Zhe Ao discovered that his spatial power was being severely constrained within this area.

Did Ye Chen’s words carry a hidden meaning? Was she hoping that the scripture-seeking team would come to them for help once they encountered trouble?

Taking a deep breath, I finally gathered my courage. Just as I was about to peek, all sound suddenly vanished.

The children had never seen such a vehicle before; they burst into exclamations, circling the car again and again, filled with boundless curiosity.

Watching Ji Tiantian’s departure, she clenched her hands into fists, her eyes brimming with malevolence.

Gu Tingjue had told no one about this matter; it was enough that he alone knew. After all, for the sake of Tiantian, Tang Luoyun had to be "dealt with."

A scent of blood permeated the air. The surrounding venomous insects scattered and fled, spiraling out of control.

After setting down his teacup, a sharp, cold light flashed in Jia Ye’s shrewd eyes, set within his aged face.

With his arms transformed into blades, Mr. 1 ran like a cheetah, his expression cold and fierce as he swung his arms to deflect the cloud-blade swung by Ohm with all his might.

A mobile phone, a lighter, keys… he had just tossed his cigarette case aside. Li Shou looked left and right; aside from the doorknob, there wasn’t a single thing he could pick up.

He hoisted his great blade and lunged toward Yu Yu, bringing it down in a crushing strike. Ling Wanning let out a low gasp, covering her eyes, too terrified to watch.

In a street-side food stall, Lin Fei and Shan Niu descended from the sky, instantly drawing the gazes of many.

The Ghost Emperor cared nothing for the life or death of a pawn; in his eyes, she, the Rakshasa Ghost Mother, held no value at all.

Having consumed two martial arts fruits, his internal injuries were mostly healed. His body felt strong again, and he could jump and run without issue.

Initially, everything was progressing smoothly. When the mood struck him, Immortal Taiyi would regale them with stories of the magnificent Heavenly Palace and the rare wonders that did not exist in the mortal realm, and everyone listened, utterly enthralled.

"Very well, we find this acceptable." As long as war wasn't declared immediately and hostilities didn't break out at once, having a buffer period was something Sun Wu and Guan Zhong could agree with. The Heavenly Wilderness Imperial Court had never feared war; their previous opposition was merely a hope to delay the onset of conflict.

He was the type who truly saved fabric for the nation; he was a breast enthusiast through and through, and clearly, this girl was not his type.

He pondered for a moment; doing this wouldn't alter the trajectory of the plane. They were just a few dozen ordinary people; the plane monitors shouldn't be able to detect it.

Despite having been seduced by this beastly teacher not long ago, Hermione was, in fact, still very shy.

Suddenly, a soft knock came at the door. Gong Qianzhu turned to see the girl in the purple dress, Ziyue, standing by the frame, her hand still resting on the door, her eyes fixed on her with calm, unruffled depth.

Looking at Rogers himself, he was at best a Level 3, and even among Level 3 superhumans, he was quite ordinary. Even a hundred or a thousand of him would be no match for those three.

She possessed another video, one in which Sun Meiping personally confessed to sending people to assassinate them.

Under Lin Feng’s leadership, the group fought methodically. Lin Feng always managed to pull the monsters with perfect timing, keeping their numbers within the range the team could handle.

To Natasha, there were simply too many mysteries surrounding Zhang Taibai. For instance, a casual trip to Mexico had left him with a younger brother who was also a Level-class superhuman, or the purple-gold card to that mysterious manor he had obtained a few days prior, which had made Tony green with envy.

Squinting his eyes with a mysterious smile playing on his lips, Patch knew he would have plenty to do soon.

Tianci understood that the four sect masters of the Hidden Gate were telling him that although Duan Tian had once been their leader, the crimes he had committed were beyond redemption. Even if Tianci were to truly annihilate him, the Hidden Gate would harbor no resentment. Such was the stance of the sect.

However, Coulson, who had handled many such incidents, knew that at a time like this, one must not be overly rash.

Although this child was playful, she was obedient. He had been genuinely angry when he scolded her today, but now, calming down to reflect, he realized she was such an obedient child. If there weren't some hidden reason, how could she have abandoned her duties to go drinking? Today, he had lost his composure.

Xu Feihong didn't mind after hearing this; it didn't matter to him who did the task, as he trusted in Tianci’s abilities. At the same time, Xu Feihong gained a new understanding of Elder Xiang. He had not expected him to be a triple-reincarnator, on the same level as his own master. He had never imagined Elder Xiang was so formidable.

After finishing a cigarette, Han Shao-xun finally calmed down, then walked back to the room with measured, unhurried steps.

Sun Zhuo suddenly felt that Phil’s Zen-like words were more of a reflection of himself. Whether he left after this season or not, what he had to do right now was to seize the championship in this "final season."

It was impossible to dismantle all the devices here before the explosion reached the floor below, and the continuously falling stone debris was a dangerous sign.

Lin Zhouzhou’s emotions had only just settled, but seeing them like this again, she suffered another critical hit. Though she appeared calm on the surface, her hands, hidden within her sleeves, were quietly clenched into fists.

He raised his hand—it was made of smoke, just like his legs and torso. Strangely, his heart remained motionless, transparent, suspended within his smoke-formed body.

Han Yi looked at her in confusion, seemingly unable to understand why she was ready to fight when they had been talking just fine.

Sun Zhuo didn't take the ball. He knew that if he drove into the paint, he would be fouled and stopped with 100% certainty. He exchanged a look with Monta Ellis, signaling for a high-arcing pass, while he prepared to receive the ball on the right side of the rim.