Chapter 52: A Narrow Escape

"Ji Ting, did something happen to Yi Yi?" Dongfang Yi's anxious voice crackled over the phone. He was currently in America and couldn't return to his homeland for some time. He worried that something might have happened to Luo Yixuan back home.

Captain Yang Guoan, in his forties, had thick eyebrows and large eyes, stood at an average height, with a broad, muscular build. His square face radiated steadfastness.

Thus, even if Miyen rarely stayed in the palace, the empire would never be in turmoil; in fact, it was more peaceful and stable than ever.

Bulma’s words drew an indignant glare from Number Eighteen—“You betrayed me, hmph.”

"What tremendous intent!" Lin Tian exclaimed in astonishment. He hadn’t expected that this single finger contained not only the laws of the Great Dao, but also the countless years of the War Immortal King’s comprehension, all poured into this one gesture.

"My game is mountain chess; your pieces have flown into the sky, that's flying chess," Da Shan replied, irritated.

Gradually, the thick mist dissipated. The nightclub that had roared through the night fell silent, drowned by the chaotic sounds of people and traffic.

Song Yujia, wearing an apron, opened the door for Chu Tianxiong, who held lilies in front of her. The fragrance was intoxicating; Song Yujia took the flowers, about to give Chu Tianxiong a kiss, but seeing sweat all over his face, she asked, "Where have you been?"

"Yes." The attendant on the right respectfully presented a purse. Earlier, noticing the prince hadn’t brought any money, they wanted to hand it to him but didn’t want to interrupt his shopping mood, so they’d delayed until now.

Two flashes of sword light cut through the air; Lu Bai and Fei Bin wielded their sharp blades, seemingly piercing Miyen. Suddenly they stopped. "No physical body?" Confusion crossed their faces as the Miyen they had stabbed faded and vanished.

Golden Eyes finished his move, watching with a hint of schadenfreude. Mu Zi rubbed his backside, his gaze full of mischief.

Behind this matter, whether it was the players, the native cultivators, or otherwise, Li Yu couldn’t easily reach a conclusion.

The seemingly lifeless "bodyguards" around him remained still, holding their positions.

The torpedo plane pressed the accelerator down, rushing toward the carrier. The naval guns blasted its fuel tank, setting it ablaze. The aircraft released a torpedo into the water before crashing onto the sea, exploding in a towering fireball.

Knowing but not exposing it, those cadres left in Yunlin began secretly preparing for an imminent battle.

Zhou Runfa nodded with a smile, a bit surprised inside—he didn’t know why Xu Hengzhou had shifted from playing Old Seven to Old Six.

At first, Wan Ying sat demurely on her bed like a proper lady. She imagined: Liu Chenyang would enter, she’d explain her slip of the tongue from the other day, Liu Chenyang would magnanimously forgive her, then they’d embrace, and after that, spend a passionate night together. Haha! The thought made Wan Ying drool with delight.

All he needed to do was accompany and support her forever; everything else should not be meddled with excessively.

He had stalked Du Chang for several days, discovering that the man often went out at night. On the last night, Du Chang encountered a lone stranger from out of town, knocked him out, and tied him up to bring home.

Xu Che suspected she was a bit neurotic. She acted up on set and had some tricks, but not many. Overall, she came off as dramatic but adorable—not stupid in a derogatory way, just cute and dramatic.

"The Dao of this world may be immature, but it is still the Dao. Even a sage would be invincible only beneath its gaze," Ling said gently.

Seeing this scene, Wu Yi's mind flashed back to that fateful moment on the battlefield west of Gourd City, when Li Yuanba hammered a demigod to death at a crucial instant.

Seeing her reaction, Su Jin finally felt somewhat comforted. Still, because it concerned his own health, he decided he would return to Earth for a visit.

Chen Hao cared little for others' astonishment. Having fallen into the abyss once, he would not let praise or criticism change his love for esports. Now, as he’d said, he simply wanted to challenge Li Feiyun.

Whenever An Xi took the ball, a double-team would instantly converge. If An Xi tried a forceful breakthrough, the Spurs would even resort to a frenzied triple-team to block him.

Clearly, this road could only barely accommodate his rugged off-road vehicle; the transport truck carrying the crew couldn’t get through at all. After pondering for a long while without finding a solution, he resigned himself to being a laborer.

Yet when An Xi stepped out from the players' tunnel, a corner of the stadium erupted in a tidal wave of cheers.

"What terrifying divine power—is this Golden Crow real or illusory?" The Monkey flipped in midair, landed atop the Golden Crow, and, wielding the Seven-Treasure Mystic Tree as a sword, stabbed fiercely at its head.

Lin Qingquan was not afraid of Yan Hanlu's threats. She examined Niu Yun and found several wounds, but it seemed she hadn't been bullied—at most, someone had taken advantage. Lin Qingquan breathed a sigh of relief.

In their eyes, Zi Lingtian was a cold and stern person, never one to joke or say anything funny. Now, with this unexpected remark, they were truly shocked.

"Good that you understand. Remember, you must not use spiritual power to isolate it, or it won't work." Cold Tomb revealed another condition that was even harder for Wang Ruocheng to accept. A wicked smile flickered at the corner of his mouth, but it was well hidden and Wang Ruocheng did not notice.