Chapter 63: The Decline of the Martial Arts School

Wasn’t it the southern alley’s gentle breeze I invited? Why is Qingdai here? Did I really invite Qingdai?

“She told the young master that from now on, they owe each other nothing and shall never meet again!” Meixiang frowned, unable to comprehend the meaning of those words.

Later, she confessed to Qiao Anming that in the very beginning, when his affection and indulgence for her were at their height, she was still terribly afraid of him—afraid that someday he might suddenly abandon her, or that she might inadvertently provoke his ire.

“Damn it!” Damihan was trembling with anger, yet he knew all too well that if these brutes were allowed to charge at the Earth Fleet, it would be like eggs thrown at a rock—certain destruction.

Li Yijie did not dodge. He brought his right hand across to his left shoulder, waiting for the heel to come down. Before his opponent could change tactics, Li Yijie seized the chance, caught him in a hold, and with his other palm, delivered a fierce chop toward his body.

The faces of the quasi-divine beings and other powerful figures were filled with terror as they watched Han Lang unleash the seventh desperate slash; their eyes were wide with fear, cold sweat soaking their backs.

Li Yijie gave a bitter smile. “I’ve been misunderstood so many times before; one more won’t matter.” He cast a sidelong glance at Nangong Xue, who sat with her eyes closed, receiving Juyan’s healing flames, unaware of his gaze.

Lan Yuchen’s cold voice drifted over. In fact, Leng Dianchen had wanted to speak up, but Lan Yuchen beat him to it. Still, it was for the best; at least from their side, it seemed An Ruoran still needed their help.

Those who followed into the shop were all connoisseurs. Seeing this assembly room, they nodded secretly in approval. Many of the shop owners even planned to copy the idea for their own stores.

Though the air was thick with vitality, nurtured by the aura of life, the strength of the plant spirits was terrifying—often, within that aura, murderous intent lurked.

Dongfang Xiao shook his head, amused by his own thoughts. Even the wealthy and extravagant Mo family would hardly indulge in such excess, would they?

Upon Shi Bao’s command, Zu Shiyuan immediately ordered his bandit troops to draw their blades and notch their arrows, not daring to be careless for even a moment.

But now that everything was settled, even if Zhou Bingran was unwilling, he had no choice but to slowly step out of the carriage.

Bai Ruxue was dumbfounded—someone had dared to flirt with her! This was like an old man swallowing poison—courting death.

Dongfang Xiao and his companions arrived near the teleportation point, only to find that a good number of students were already waiting there—by a rough count, nearly a hundred.

Under the healing of water magic, Dongfang Xiao’s wounds vanished in no time.

As Zhang Tianqi puzzled over this, the crying suddenly ceased, as if it had never happened. Instantly, he felt much relieved—surely, whatever had troubled that person was resolved; what else could explain the abrupt silence?

Though not impossible, for He Chuan, such things were almost unheard of—practically nonexistent.

“Officer Jess, what do you think of this news?” After reading the passage, Liu Chuang put down the newspaper and turned to ask Jess.

Meanwhile, in a coastal second-tier city, inside a small house, a pale, sickly-looking youth with piercing eyes sat before a computer, a sneer of disdain curling his lips as he stared at the player ID in the chat window on the character selection screen.

Lei Yu panted lightly, a huge claw mark on his chest—his clothes torn, revealing a wound tinged with green. It was a scar from his battle with the Direwolf leader.

Zhang Yue tilted his head; the force brushed his hair aside but didn’t harm him in the slightest. Barefoot, he stomped the air, wild winds howling as he instantly flashed through the sky, closing in on the healer. Behind him, bursts of invisible air exploded one after another with booming sounds.

Fedeshawn’s eyes slowly turned to Jones, as if only just realizing someone was beside him. His gaze remained unfocused, clearly not yet free from his mysterious reverie.

Feng Yufei uncorked a jar of strong liquor, cleansed the silver needles with it after roasting them, then leisurely sat beside Yaar. His eagle-sharp gaze swept over her—soon, it would be clear if the poisoning was real or feigned.

Lei Yu poured bolt after bolt of life-infused lightning into the stone embryo, sparing no effort, as though nurturing his own child.

Cui’er gave me a grateful look, picked up the purse, and quietly stepped aside, waiting patiently for any further orders or questions I might have.

Strangely, the blood-striped tiger’s fierce eyes never left the short, stout man; it circled around him, its apple-sized nose twitching as if to confirm something.

“Brother Yun, once I’ve helped you secure the Evernight Soul Orchid, head straight to the back to collect your prize, and leave the auction house at once—don’t return.” Lengxue transmitted to Yun Xiao, his tone brooking no argument.

Bu Feiyan was utterly carefree, while Lin Xi was motionless and Ximen Lengyue was dumb with fright and despair, yet Bu Feiyan could still laugh and even make a joke.

The main battlefield remained with the Star Alliance; the mechanical aliens’ reinforcements were not as strong as the Star Alliance teams. That was why, even in the Abyss S34 Sector, alien invasions could devolve into prolonged wars.

Upon careful inspection, the elder discovered that it was Liu Yan and Yang Xuan—two prodigies specially trained by the academy—their soul plaques had exploded.

Just then, Sasuke, walking forward, was blocked by a thick-browed youth in a green tracksuit.