Chapter 58: Ye Tian's Fear

When Liu Jianing saw the audience in his livestream speak in such a way, he was filled with excitement and happiness. Yet from Liu Jianing’s perspective, his current efforts still fell short. Ever since the incident at Tianhao Nightclub last year, Feng Weian understood all too well the schemes harbored in his son’s mind. In Zhang Changhe’s words, it was still uncertain whether Feng Yiming was truly “decisive,” but his “cunning” had already become evident.

Liang Shan paid no heed to Dai Wanjiang’s mocking, his face calm as he gazed at Du Zhicheng. Though he felt a certain fondness for Du Zhicheng, he believed in fate; if Du Zhicheng did not trust him, he would not pester him.

“Go on, go on. I need to take this fellow back to the spaceship for treatment,” Lin Xifan said as he saw Wang Hao collapse to the ground after staying awake day and night.

The Golden King narrowed his eyes slightly. The man before him left no openings; though he was a king among youths, unrivaled in nobility and awe-inspiring to all under heaven, he still acted with such caution.

They observed for a long time—so long that Huo Sisi nearly reminded Xue Ning that he ought to say something—before Xue Ning’s lips finally moved.

“It’s time for you to witness my strength,” Li Lin murmured, raising his rifle and eyeing the distant foe whose head just barely peeked above cover.

As for Lou Liying’s wealth, he didn’t care for it. Yet, remembering her previous actions, he decided to teach her a lesson, though he did not outright refuse her offer.

Suddenly, Richard appeared beside Hao Datong, thrusting his sword in a mysterious arc as if to strike past the gap between Hao Datong and Sun Buer toward Zhao Zhijing. Both Hao Datong and Sun Buer snorted coldly, their swords flicking in unison to block Richard’s violet-veined soft sword.

After resolving the matter at the foot of the mountain, Peng Shinian sent someone to escort Bao Qingsong back to the city. After alighting, Bao Qingsong hesitated for a long time before finally failing to resist; he quietly went to the Jinfeng Grand Hotel where Feng Yiming was staying, produced his credentials, and asked the manager to retrieve the guest list.

The sound of hooves and carriage wheels rolling over the road echoed through the streets, bringing the unique bustle and energy of Silver Tide City.

This exhilarating feeling finally allowed Zhao Xin, who often tasted defeat because his main affinity was water, to truly hold his head high.

Bang! The steel sword shot forth, seeming to pierce through rippling water, distorting the light before it instantly punched through the wall and vanished into the darkness beyond.

Asura Eternal muttered, “I am trying to reduce the power of the Divine Law Spirit Ball.” In that moment, the blue spirit orb instantly turned cyan-red, signaling that it had fallen to the grade of Immortal quality.

Crucible tongs, alcohol lamps, glass test tubes, weights and balances. Curved-neck flasks, beakers, test tube racks. The experimental bench was filled with a dazzling array of instruments, resembling a cluttered chemistry laboratory.

The old man paid no attention to the two, eating his breakfast as if they didn’t exist, not sparing them a single glance. During the meal, Zheng Chenheng’s phone rang; to his surprise, it was a call from Chen Jun, whom he hadn’t spoken to in ages.

“The Dao realm can go missing? Doesn’t that mean reaching the peak of the Great Dao realm is actually safer if you don’t break through? There are thousands, perhaps tens of thousands, of Great Dao realm experts, but at least none seem to have vanished, right?”

Yang Yunfei bitterly regretted his carelessness, falling into a trap set by the opponent specifically targeting his summoned beast.

The old man could hardly believe such melodramatic things could happen. He ordered an investigation, but the information had been sealed off tightly. Still, the intelligence center under him consisted of the most capable people, so they managed to uncover some details, confirming much of what Cong Huifang had said.

Ning Xiu and Liu Weining entered Minglun Hall to find it already packed. It seemed Instructor He was quite authoritative—he had set a deadline for returning to the county academy, and all the students had strictly complied.

In 1972, America belonged to the “beat generation”—completely lost in values and purpose, a damned era, truly a cursed year! Lier did not know how many times he had silently lamented this; was he truly being forced to join the family business?

It must have been his eldest brother who found him—Ye Ziluo’s heart leapt for joy, but then he realized the sound was more like fighting. Such scenes were unlikely among the cultivators of Azure Water Star, so naturally, Ye Ziluo thought of the dark figure who had struck him down.

Lu Bu swiftly seized the treasured eagle-bow, nocked a feathered arrow, and shot at Bian Xi’s back. The aim was true; Bian Xi fell backward off his horse, trampled into pulp by the chaotic army.

Liu Bei was shocked, the sound having given him a fright. Seeing the troops growing restless, he shouted, “No one move without orders! Disobedience means death!” Then he commanded the unveiling of his secret weapon.

“Later, he tried to take advantage of me again, but I stayed on guard and never let him succeed... Still, in my naïveté, I thought he was good to me, and he remained in my heart.”

The “Boss” nodded to the man with his back to her and said, “I’ll remember your name. My name is Wang Yiqing. We’ll meet again!” With that, she lifted her chin, let out a snort, and left the racecourse.

Though he had survived countless life-and-death trials and his heart was hardened by suffering, the man in the car still felt a pang of sorrow.

Tong Fei laughed. “That was my mistake.” In truth, with his abilities, an error was impossible—only Tang Jin’s fierce glare had made him subconsciously use a bit more force than intended.