Chapter 49

He suddenly came to a halt. A faint azure light flickered across the dark horizon, seemingly distant, yet in an instant, it was right before his eyes. For the Digimon chosen by the children, this power was a source of great excitement, but for the Dark Demon Beast, it was nothing short of a nightmare.

He measured his strength perfectly; the chilling aura spilling from Mei’er’s fingertips dissipated like a drop falling into a vast ocean, vanishing without a trace.

“Follow me. Let’s find a place more suited for conversation,” Ling Xiao nodded slightly to Ali. In a flash, he unleashed the power of spatial teleportation. In the blink of an eye, the two disappeared from the dilapidated house and reappeared in Ling Xiao’s villa at the Super God Academy.

The clear water in the pond flowed slowly in a steady current, like time itself—endless, cyclical, and unceasing.

“Should’ve listened to Am earlier. Why would you suffer such grievances? Enough crying now!” Hu Mei’er crouched, unable to see the sorcerer overhead, her eyes glinting with cunning calculation and a hint of annoyance.

“Damn it!! You’ve thoroughly angered me!!!” Uchiha Madara’s gaze pierced the sky, his inner fury burning fiercely.

He glanced at the strange “hole” and suddenly noticed a neatly arranged pile of leaves in its corner. Mordor had a sudden flash of insight, recalling something, and looking back at the “hole,” he saw Lan Ruoxin studying it intently, her face flushing crimson.

Lan Ruoxin’s eyes could not adjust; instinctively, she raised her palm to shield them and closed her eyes.

Otherwise, he would never have let her discover the existence of Wami and the others. It seemed that her efforts to save his sister during the day were the right choice.

However, at that moment, a massive dragon suddenly burst forth from the frying oil, instantly swallowing the Taoist Qing Dao whole.

***

Tang Yao remained one of the lowest in society, struggling in the muddy mire of the mortal world, while San Hui was bound to return to the golden cage that imprisoned her high above the clouds. Without wings, without magic beans that could grow into towering trees, without Sun Wukong’s somersault cloud, who would take him up there?

He Xinzhi imagined the strength of the giant warrior, recalling a joke he once made about how the giant warrior had nothing but a head and a stomach, always eating and eating.

Brother Long was nearly swept away, but fortunately, he fought against the whirlpool’s force with all his might, while the rest of us swam in the opposite direction, pulling him back.

Though Tang Yao couldn’t strike back, he possessed quadruple reinforcement and protective energy; even if unable to attack, he was confident in enduring through his own means. But Fang Chao was different, so he instructed Fang Chao to hide first.

He clearly received the message and responded accordingly, congratulating Tang Yao on winning the championship and awarding him an additional 100,000 yuan.

A dull sound rippled faintly through the hall, and all five men collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

He spoke casually, following the sun wherever it went. But how many had starved to death on the plains, unable to find direction or village?

The eternal first emperor: Who cast a spell on me? Was it the people sent by Yan, Qi, Zhao, Wei, Han, or Chu?

Kujo Be was also surprised; his signature move of splitting a slash into two energy blades had missed Tang Yao. In his mind, Tang Yao’s true strength might have risen several levels beyond his previous estimate.

An Qiang’s mind was in chaos for a moment, flashing with a thought: if Jiang Ming died, Afeng would surely be labeled a jinx, and who would dare marry her in the future?

She was not turning back out of fear of death; naturally, living was preferable. Afeng did not wish to die, but at this moment, everything was beyond her control.

***

Zhao Shuixian was a mix of worry and excitement. The more she watched Yang Lefan, the more manly he seemed. A man should be like this—calm and composed in the face of disaster. Even the troublemaker Mao Jianxin at school feared him. She was eager to see just how powerful he truly was.

His palm gently pressed on the ancient bell cauldron. With a hum, a circle of spiritual light radiated from Jiang Yi’s hand, mysterious and profound.

Hearing Gongsun Jing’s words, Yi Yuefeng was startled, suddenly worried. With Lin Hanxi’s sensitivity, she must have already learned something.

Soon, the large cups arrived. A bottle of Maotai could fill two and a half cups; in the first round, two bottles were poured. Zhou Chu and Ye Qiu each had two large cups before them, while the others stood before Ling Chuchu and Ye Qing.

“Heh heh heh.” Zhou Chu chuckled, ignoring Li Jizhu’s threats. He strode over, pressing a gun to her temple while lifting her chin with the other hand.

Mu Ximei rolled her eyes in exasperation at his endless trivial questions. Nearby, Ninth Prince saw Mu Ximei regaining consciousness and turned to leave.

Pei Junhao made a graceful turn, pulling Mu Zhihan from Liang Jiaxi’s hand, exchanging her for Liang Manru.

He had intended to drive back immediately to settle the score with Zhou Chu, but then reconsidered. If he went back, the bag would be in his hands, and it would be hard to explain why he had taken it. What if Zhou Chu turned on him?

Gao Lu’s avatar flickered. He slowly opened it; inside were no other words, only four characters: “Bon voyage.”