Chapter 38

When a member of a prominent clan is murdered, the family must naturally take action. On the very day Zhang Lu’s body was returned, the Zhang Family Fort reached a decision: they dispatched a large number of their private troops to hunt down a person named "Song Yi."

The white-haired old man leading the group bowed slightly upon seeing Zhu Shi, peering into her eyes with his clouded gaze for a long moment.

Immediately afterward, the already deformed iron door bolt snapped instantly and flew off, striking a sealed container filled with poison gas and producing a sound like a heavy hammer blow.

Yang Guozhu was a general of the Ming Dynasty in life and remained a loyal subject in death. Although he had once joined forces with Li Shi to stage a military remonstrance against the treacherous officials in power, Yang Guozhu was, beyond all doubt, a loyal servant of the Ming Empire.

To be precise, this idea was not exactly abrupt. As for the concerns regarding opposition to Gu Kaizhi, they were not particularly evident in Kuaiji Commandery. After all, most of the citizens in the commandery at this time were followers of the Evolutionist school, and one could even find a statue of Wang Ningzhi in the center of every village square—a sight that left him feeling both amused and helpless.

As he wandered about, it was clear he was indecisive. After pondering for a while, Shen Chen turned his questioning gaze toward his son, Shen Wang.

The butler, Second Uncle, was a man from his first wife’s family, the Xu clan, and he remained fiercely loyal to them. Yet, when faced with the pressure of debt this time, Hua Kefang chose to abandon his wife, Madam Xu.

Having spent so many years in Tianjin, Hong Chengchou could not possibly be unaware of the dangers of the imperial examination system, nor could he be ignorant of the immense vitality of a society built on public morality.

Guoshanmao widened his eyes, eager to see the power of the shotgun and whether it could kill the enemy standing before them.

"Brother Su Yang, don't eat that! She uses that to feed the rats!" Wei Xiao warned Su Yang from the side.

Dongfang Xu instinctively reached for his gun, but he pulled his hand back just as quickly, roaring an order to the team members around him.

Chang'e’s divinity contained the attribute of immortality and peerless beauty. Both were essentially useless in the current situation.

"This is outrageous!" Xia Bing watched her aunt and uncle’s retreating figures, crossing her arms and letting out an angry huff, her chest heaving violently with indignation.

Seeing that the youth of the Phoenix Clan was difficult to deal with, he tried to rely on his divine sense to silently and instantly imprison the boy, just as he had done with Xi Mingtian and the others.

Several hours later, Long Hao, Sun Wudao, Ying Yue, and Tang Xianyun arrived at the location.

Over there, the metal floor ruptured, and an earth spike erupted with a boom, only to shatter into fragments a second later. As the debris flew, Xia Yi lunged directly at the "deity," grabbed his head with a massive hand, and with a swift slash of his blade, severed it.

Mo Li had assumed that the Emperor of the Qi Dynasty would certainly uproot those willow trees, as they were symbols of the Chu Dynasty’s destiny.

Only then did Fang Tianmiao and the other martial generals feel a sense of relief, though their pale faces betrayed the lingering turmoil in their hearts.

The Great Warrior let out a cold snort, his expression one of disdain, clearly believing that Zhao Baoyu had only lasted a few minutes inside before encountering a crisis and having to be rescued by Meng Chen.

Because the man claimed to be the "Great Sage Equaling Heaven, Sun Wukong," and his behavior was violent and eccentric—with a logic completely disconnected from human society—the police, considering his potential threat to public safety, escorted him to the Songshan Hospital.

Zhao Feng intended to enter the film and television industry, hoping to reach his goals step by step through a shortcut.

"I wonder, Lord Fuxi, would you be willing to teach me that power to control space?" Zhang Fan asked.

"Oh my, why is it that some people never learn? They truly deserve a slap in the mouth!" at this moment, a leisurely voice sighed softly.

Feicui gave her instructions; she had already learned from Master Yue that this friend of the Uncle of the State was a man fond of drink and lust.

"It is true. In his final moments, he passed the Demon-Suppressing Stone and his own spiritual energy to me!" After saying this, Zhang Fan struggled to open his spatial ring and took out the glowing Demon-Suppressing Stone, then opened his own divine sense to release his spiritual energy.

Of course, this disciple tournament was meant to let everyone witness Fang Chen’s true strength.

Ran Yunduan was holding a pile of things in her arms, and the shop clerk, seeing this, approached her with a bright smile.

Hearing what the Huoyun Evil God had said, the surrounding cultivators felt a glimmer of hope. If that were the case, then perhaps there were no true immortals in this world, and they might not have to die after all.

Setting aside whether he could get past Zhou Lei, he couldn't even make it past Fang Chen.

Why would such a brocade pouch and such a note appear in the purse Liu Mo had given her?

"Oh my, Jiang Lin, what happened to you? Why are you having a nosebleed?" Gouwazi looked up, saw two streaks of red spilling from Tao Lianglin’s nose, and realized it was blood. Startled, he couldn't help but ask.

"As long as you can get me to Moscow, I’ll take all your seafood," Ye Chenfeng said.

Under the terrifying fist of the Qilin, the weapon formed by the nine golden curved blades shattered into nothingness like broken porcelain.

I whispered a few words to Ugly Mother, the gist being that everyone was tired and we should head back to rest for now.

How could the wooden window frame withstand such immense pressure? It shattered with a series of cracks, burying Ye Tian as he was thrown out through it.

Because Zhenming kept gripping Ji’s other hand, he was constantly being dragged along by her. Just then, another explosion sounded in the distance, like a thunderclap. People couldn't help but stop in their tracks, staring in surprise toward the direction of the blast.

At that moment, he had half a bag of pineapple buns on his lap, and was holding one, eating it in a slow and measured manner.

In just five minutes, they had traveled an unknown distance, yet it felt longer than a century to them.

Sure enough, before Conan had even finished speaking, the lights overhead began to dim, and the hall was suddenly plunged into darkness.