Chapter 54

Seeing how busy Leiming was, Xiaoxia would sometimes urge him not to visit her, but she could never overcome his stubborn persistence.

At that moment, Dingkun walked over and asked if we would like something to drink. Chen Lina and I fell silent at the exact same time.

Wang Liang from the Decision-Making Department and Ye Liteng from the Risk Control Department also rolled their eyes, determined to keep their gaze fixed firmly on Zhu Ping'an.

Perhaps on this day, countless people across the world were mourning the passing of the great master Louis Cha in their own ways. The end of an era brought a sense of helpless sorrow.

Back home, Xiaoxia couldn't sleep the entire night. Entering this company had been her dream since her school days, and she never expected to encounter such a massive challenge on her very first day at work. She told herself she must work hard and strive to secure a permanent position.

Xing'er gazed imploringly at the Chairman; perhaps this was the most reasonable excuse she could possibly offer.

Everyone still assumed Han Lin was lingering within the Mythical Jianghu and would never search for him outside. Without a wanted poster carrying Han Lin's aura template, it was naturally impossible to recognize him.

Those who knew Li Miao asked with concern about her health, whether her mental power was impaired, and if she needed to continue resting. Li Miao smiled and answered them one by one, telling everyone not to worry, as her mental power rank was completely normal and had not regressed.

With that, he let go of me and was the first to get out of bed to put on his clothes. As for me, I naturally couldn't stay lying down either. Why did my mother come at a time like this? Wasn't she in the hospital?

Only a few seconds later, that dark shadow rose from the massive hole, revealing itself to be a rusty hospital bed wrapped in grayish-black, tattered cloth.

"Yay, the plane has arrived, we need to get ready to board!" Jiang Nan jumped up impatiently, pulling out his boarding pass and preparing to head for the gate.

The four Holy Dragon Realm elders and city lords like Gongsun Zhong had all surrendered under Lin Feng's command, and Liu Tiandao would certainly show them no mercy.

Xing Nan wiped his face, cast a resentful glance at Mutian, and exhaled a hot, stifled breath before finally gathering the courage to turn around and move forward.

Mei Yulong had originally intended to avoid getting involved in the internal disputes of the Big Dipper Sect, but seeing how critical the situation had become, he could no longer care about his status as an outsider and stepped forward regardless of the immense risk of facing superior numbers.

Furthermore, this time Mutian did not need to infuse energy into it; instead, all of it had to be absorbed back into his own body.

Then, Master Keji changed his incantation, recalling the sword Qi of Mount You to form a protective circle that blocked the shockwave descending from the sky.

Among them, the most troubled was Terumi Mei. Everyone knew that their Hidden Mist Village possessed the legendary Seven Ninja Swordsmen, a formidable group renowned across the entire ninja world. Many in the Hidden Mist took great pride in the Seven Ninja Swordsmen. But if peerless divine swords were everywhere one looked, how were the Seven Ninja Swordsmen supposed to make a living?!

Yezi looked at the young warrior clad in golden Roc armor and wielding a self-made golden saber, feeling that a perfectly good person had been completely ruined.

"You!" Uchiha Mikoto took the Nine-Turn Soul-Returning Pill and her lips parted slightly. She couldn't help feeling as though Shimura Yang was arranging his final affairs, but what could she do? As a good wife, she knew what things should be done and what things should not be done.

Seeing that Master Huchi remained silent, Master Chongyan ignored him and immediately began performing divinations. At that moment, a streak of escaping light flashed into the City Lord's Mansion.

"Big brother, we worried for nothing. Look, isn't everything completely fine?" Jixiang patted Hua Tiancheng's shoulder and laughed with a smile.

Ma Zhong lay on the ground with blood gushing from his head. Min Xia's hands and feet were bound; seeing Ma Zhong fallen, she knelt by his side, tears streaming down her face as if she had countless words to say, yet not a single one could pass her lips.

Precisely because of this, for countless years, the Demon race had dispatched countless spies to infiltrate the First City, attempting to destroy the Chaotic Divine Monument and fundamentally hinder the growth of the younger generation of the Human race, but in the end, all their schemes were seen through and their efforts wasted in vain.

"Well said, Suzhen is indeed sensible," the King of Hell said, looking at Huang Suzhen who was wearing a blue cheongsam. The pockmarked woman rolled her eyes in displeasure, showing her dissatisfaction with Huang Suzhen. Huang Suzhen had long since grown used to it and pretended not to see, reaching up to touch her coiled hair.

Both of their complexions were somewhat poor; Dao Yuan because he had expended too much energy, and Xue Ling because her physical strength was failing to support her.

"Do you know why I let him out? I wanted to know the whereabouts of that spiritual bead, not to watch him throw a temper tantrum here," the old ghost of the Miao family said, exasperated.

Motu truly integrated his essence, Qi, and spirit as one, searching for the rhythm of Yang Qi's leaps as well as the pattern of the helicopter, waiting for the moment when these two overlapped.

In an environment like winter, heavy-hitters like me—our tank and damage outputs—thrive in the most advantageous conditions, because during combat, we don't need to spend much effort dodging monster attacks.

These twenty-odd people surrounded Yang Qi and the other two, looking in astonishment at the burning helicopter in the nearby tree. They were amazed that the three of them had actually managed to shoot down a chopper. Finally, noticing the Barrett M751 held in Motu's hands, they understood; with a heavy sniper rifle, it was indeed possible to shoot down a helicopter.

However, at this moment, Qin Wuyan and his companions were not aware of this method. Perhaps because their luck wasn't particularly good, upon entering the Wuwei battlefield, they failed to encounter any friendly forces actively participating in the campaigns there.

Looking at the boundless flight of stairs before him, the sound of Huang Boying's voice and smile seemed to echo once again in Lin Yan's ears.

Prince Abdul naturally knew the weight of Xiao Yuanchao and understood his character—he was truly an incorruptible and upright existence—so his heart was filled with joy.

Afraid of his wife—how could he not have realized that the nephew he had personally groomed was such a henpecked wretch? The blockage in Emperor Yongxuan's chest made it so he could neither spit it out nor swallow it down.

His grandfather, grandmother, father, mother, and eldest brother, who had taken over the family business, now valued him greatly, and all major family matters now required consulting his opinion.