Chapter Thirty-Six Arriving in Time

Although it was only a brief glance, Liu Peina was still struck by how stunning he looked. She had always known Yan Xuan was handsome, but what was the use of good looks? This handsome guy was also flat broke, which made him worthless in her eyes.

The last time Yan Xuan was dumped by Zhou Man, Liu Peina had gleefully spread the story among their acquaintances, turning it into gossip fodder. Recently, talk of it had become stale, and she was growing bored—until, to her surprise, she saw Yan Xuan again...

Liu Tian and Sun Shujie suddenly felt the car jolt, their bodies lurching forward. Fortunately, they still had their seatbelts on, so neither of them ended up flying out through the window.

“Young Master Si, what should we do with that guy?” Wei Jin stepped forward to ask, seeing that the others were leaving and assuming things had come to an end, though he hadn’t understood a word of what Zheng Yu and Allen had been saying.

Four burly warriors from the Arctic, along with more than a dozen northern nobles who had spent decades on the battlefield, attempted to ambush King Saul of the North.

Azure pointed at her own forehead as she spoke. Qin Feng studied her closely—her forehead was full and fair, and there was no sign of any horns at all.

Ancheng was imposing indeed. The imperial city was built entirely from white marble, shaped into bricks and other forms, piece by piece assembled into palaces of jade and crystal. The main avenues outside the city bustled with activity, though everywhere soldiers armed with swords and spears patrolled vigilantly.

The Shield Fighter charged without hesitation at the nearby mage. He was the strongest in the team, high in both health and level, confident that no one could best him.

Qin Feng raised an eyebrow. He had only been joking just now, yet Ouyang Feifei responded with such a remark—spend some time together? What did she mean by that? Could it be that this girl had taken a liking to him?

Even Zheng Yue had spent eight hundred fifty thousand to bid on a Qeelin sapphire necklace for his sister Zheng Jie. Though she found the design a bit outdated, Zheng Jie was still delighted to put it on immediately. Clearly, the sibling bond between them was strong.

Liu Tian’s heart skipped a beat, but he reacted quickly, transforming his right hand into a blade and swinging it down at the man.

“Sir, how would you like to pay?” the attendant reiterated politely.

He then raised both his hands before his eyes, frowning as he gazed at his ten slender, perfectly proportioned fingers, and sighed heavily.

Han Bing had no intention of giving this man another chance to speak. With a single powerful motion, he hefted Gongyu Sarong off the ground and slung her over his shoulder once more.

Lu Haodong was in council with his senior ministers and the founding members of the Association of Minds, discussing classified intelligence sent back by Chen Bao’s team from the South Sea.

Thus, when Lu Yuanfeng, that walking disaster, suddenly appeared, Shen Yunpeng was momentarily at a loss.

With the seal on Earth broken, the entire solar system benefited. All the planets began to show signs of revival, and the power of evolution slowly started to emerge.

His face shone with joy as he repeatedly clenched and relaxed his fists, trying to hide his excitement.

A thunderous crash sounded. Du Lingyun collapsed to the ground, overwhelmed by a tremendous force, coughing up blood in great gulps—clearly gravely injured.

He had boasted confidently, only to have his right arm shattered by a single punch from the assassin. In contrast, the Chinese man he had looked down upon blocked the assassin’s killing blow with unwavering steadiness.

Indeed, even if Rei Miyamoto gave no explanation, it would not have mattered. Having witnessed the brutality of the apocalypse, she no longer lost her temper at the slightest provocation. Instead, she smiled and patiently explained things to her new friends.

Thinking of Yuan Zhen’s earlier outburst and Peng Di’s bizarre technique that darkened his skin, Yuan Yi’s expression hardened. With a powerful move, “Falling Star Palm,” she struck Peng Di square in the chest.

No, it wasn’t that they were useless—he simply hadn’t expected Taoism to possess such terrifying power.