Chapter 47: Walking on Thin Ice

In addition, the grand formations previously arranged by the Primordial One ensured that spiritual energy within the wilderness was abundant at this moment.

Indeed, Zhao Xu walked lightly, untouched by the fierce energy of the "Wolf-Charging Spear." Meanwhile, Yang Qing withdrew his spear, his momentum spent by the Wolf-Charging Technique, and he wavered, exposing a glaring weakness.

Ichiro Hoshio was merely a young ninja nearing twenty years old. By rights, he was in the prime of his progress; to have already attained the rank of Chunin at such an age promised a future as a Jonin, earning him the reputation of a prodigy.

Within the park stood an artificial lake spanning roughly one hundred acres; across its waters lay Immortal Lake University.

After the challenge to ascend and break through to the level of super life, it was, as far as memory served, the first time so much blood had been spat.

Jia Yi, considering himself the inventor of the pendulum clock, felt it unreasonable not to participate. So he signed up, though he doubted he could contribute much.

The Chunin patrolling nearby sensed from afar a murderous intent that chilled their bones, and wisely chose to avoid the area.

Looking only at the corpses of the two fallen Leaf ninjas, one could not discern their former shapes—just a heap of severed limbs soaking in a pool of blood, a scene of utmost carnage.

Movement began. Under Hashirama’s gaze, in the Uchiha encampment and under the watchful eyes of the various ninja clans, as well as those in the Senju faction—Senju Buddha, Senju Tobirama and others—Susanoo and the Nine Tails moved in unison.

This was true in Huaxia, and even more so in the American market, where the competition was several times, even dozens of times fiercer than in Huaxia.

The camp resembled those makeshift fortresses seen in war films, its perimeter enclosed with thick logs.

Since learning the true nature of Shen Zhichao at the Imperial KTV, she had turned her allegiance and gotten together with Song Wei—after all, Song Wei’s family background was no less impressive than Shen Zhichao’s.

However, he hadn’t let his guard down. With Huang Hao buying him enough time, Wang Yao no longer had any chance of surpassing him.

Old Yang of the Yang Group was a household name in Chuzhou; Supervisor Liu, of course, knew him.

Zhou Qing feigned fear, pretending to retreat. The long-haired youth looked on with disdain, but at that moment Zhou Qing suddenly delivered a flying kick to his wrist, sending the spring knife in his hand flying.

“Don’t talk about this, it’s annoying. Tell me, why are you looking for me so sneakily?” San Kui asked.

Just then, Zhao Yajing entered with tea. Old Master Xu had asked her to prepare some, since their guest was from the Martial Alliance and must not be slighted.

My two children were taken away, and Liu Qingci is still missing! Is this an attempt to wipe out the Dragon Clan?

“Haha, I’m not in a hurry. Tonight, you’ll come begging. Then, I want you to be proactive, meek, and drop your cold demeanor.” Dongfang Zhan snorted, then laughed heartily.

Aside from the three major forces, more than ten prodigies of the sixth rank Saint King from other clans had arrived, along with over fifty prodigies of the fifth rank Saint King.

Zhao Hao’s visit to the Spirit Beast Sanctuary revealed tremendous changes. It had become an independent space, its spiritual energy abundant and perfectly suited for the cultivation of spirit beasts.

After the waiter left, tranquility returned to the private room. Neither spoke; they simply ate slowly.

He directly removed the beast’s core and placed it in the virtual space, then crawled out through the beast’s nostril.

A prince of the European royal family naturally held a status unlike any other; eliminating him would require utmost caution.

Cao Yue forced a bitter smile and did not reply. He went forward to inspect the body of the last mercenary killed, Cheng Tong, then immediately ordered his team to destroy the bodies and vehicles before retreating.

The second time was when Zhuge Liang had run out of provisions and retreated; Zhang He refused to pursue, but Sima Yi insisted. In the end, Zhang He was ambushed at the Wooden Gate Path and died by an arrow to the knee.

“I will report this to the provincial committee and reflect the situation to the Public Security Bureau. Since you say it’s of great importance, I hope Director Chen will personally handle this matter,” Lou Zhengyu replied curtly.

“Qiu Ze, what should we do?” Ling Feng rubbed his hands, feeling both excited and apprehensive.

When the foreign man tossed aside his clothes and fired his gun, Cao Yue grabbed Lu Changle, rolled across the ground twice, and threw an object at the foreigner.

Just as Wen Wanqiu lowered the car curtain, she suddenly caught a familiar scent.

At night, Ye Sichen soothed Wen Wanqiu to sleep, then arranged three spots of calming incense in the room to ensure she slept deeply.

Gray’s injuries had nearly healed, so he continued to streak about as if nothing had happened. Clearly, Wendy’s advice for him to rest showed her lack of understanding of a Fairy Tail mage’s constitution.

She had originally intended to give just one membership card; now that she was a supervisor, there was no restriction on the number of cards, and giving one would do no harm. But since the emperor had taken responsibility, she let it be.

Given Fourth Brother’s temperament, if they hadn’t met him here today, he would surely have stormed into the Night King’s mansion, giving Ye Sichen a real challenge.