26 The Sirens...

One could say that this time, Qin Mengyao shouldered the entire incident with her tender and fragile shoulders. Although he had already recommended his three students, the choice of whether or not to participate was still in their hands.

Qiluo collapsed to the ground with a miserable scream, a mouthful of bright red blood spurting out, her face instantly turning pale and bloodless.

Qin Lang’s expression looked rather peculiar—this was truly a case of kindred spirits clashing without recognizing each other. Still, if he were to back down now, he would hardly be able to hold his head high in front of Guo Qin in the future.

Now, our situation was becoming increasingly dire. Just as Keyan ran toward us, the densely packed sea of blood-red vengeful spirits had already surrounded us like impenetrable city walls. Keyan and the others formed a circle around me, besieged from all sides by these relentless phantoms.

Brother Pheasant only peered through the crack of the B door, and immediately felt several golden rays shoot toward him. There was a faint clang on his head, and then his vision tilted sharply.

True dragon’s blood was, of course, impossible to obtain, but Li Jiayu’s Red Lotus Tyrannosaurus was a lesser dragon species, and there was a faint trace of dragon blood in its veins. Its massive body was filled with rich blood—bleeding it for dozens of liters would hardly matter.

How interesting— even in the Seventy-Two Domains of the Nine Realms, longevity arts or Youth-Retaining Pills were exceptionally rare.

Just as the two subordinates were about to act, Peng Shigang tossed the bone he'd just finished gnawing directly into Captain Mao’s mouth. The move was devilishly tricky and bizarre, yet he succeeded with ease—utterly unreasonable, but somehow perfectly in line with Peng Shigang’s sly nature.

He decisively pressed the match button, for a draw would never be a victory in Ye Fei’s eyes. The Dragon King had competed with him for so long in the God of Gun ranking matches with only trash equipment, while Ye Fei was fully decked in the finest gear. Even a tie would feel like defeat for him.

He now knew who these people were. Zhang Hao tapped his finger, detonating the iron-blooded clan members who revealed murderous intent. Blood blossomed in the air, scattering like crimson flowers.

In truth, that single arrow only needed to slay any one of the officials from the Inspectorate; killing Wei Qian directly would be even better.

Everyone, including Sicong, was stunned by Bai Tian’s words; for a moment, they stood rooted to the spot, speechless.

Then, he swiftly drew his great bow, and in an instant, all fifteen deities transformed into enormous arrows of light, streaking toward Yang Xi.

Several tall warhorses appeared before the crowd, led by a man in silver armor astride his steed, majestic and imposing.

First, the other false Golden Core adepts still had only a shallow understanding of Huan Zongming’s power. It was best to preserve that uncertainty.

Shennong and Tingyao exchanged a look, then accompanied Zhenwu down the path to meet the myriad foreign gods.

“Anyway, that’s what Nami said. You’d best take care of yourself,” Robin finished, giving John a meaningful glance before following after.

Yet Kirinzi was also only a four-star descendant of an innate deity—how could he so easily neutralize the attack?

“What do you mean, demoralize them?” Fatty Youliang clearly hadn’t grasped Miss Longwu’s point.

“Haha, that’s what they say, but in reality, it’s hard to live up to. There’s a world of difference between being in power and out of it,” Gu Yuanshen replied somewhat sadly.

Naturally, the patient’s status—whether they were a “new fee system” patient—was also a factor in consideration.

Stepping down from the carriage, Lü Xiang’er was greeted by a tall, unadorned yet bustling building. She looked up to see a massive plaque hanging overhead, boldly inscribed with three grand characters: “Fortune Hall.”

Just as Liang Haixing was preparing to leave, there came a gentle knock at the door. Liu Dake paused in surprise and gestured for Liang Haixing to open it.

“Danxin, step outside. I need a word with Chuxiu in private,” Shen Yu suddenly turned to Danxin and spoke.

At these words, Qingyi fell to her knees before Mingzhang with a thud and began to kowtow without hesitation, unable to be stopped by anyone around.

“Zao’er, did you say His Highness the Fourth Prince?!” Second Madam Lü’s hands froze in the middle of chopping vegetables as she heard the name.

She’d only been gone a short while, yet those two little rascals had already bullied Mo Chen like this, as if she didn’t exist.

In about half an hour, the night sky was studded with stars. Lü Xiang’er, now thoroughly rested, had no desire to return to her room and instead sat in the courtyard, gazing upward. Just as she was about to ask Lü Xiu to brew some tea, Huo Qingsong entered the courtyard, reeking of alcohol.

Shen Zhou immediately understood—Chen Liang was hinting at him. When it came to breaking rules, skipping class and training, he, Shen Zhou, was notorious for missing the most sessions in the entire first-year cohort.

That tree in the kindergarten—if the children in their class were taught properly, they ought to be able to climb it, too.

Ye Li was thrown about and felt terrible, her face pale as she gripped the handlebar tightly, refusing to plead for mercy no matter what.

He didn’t know Lin Xu’s phone number and couldn’t find it even after searching through Song Haochen’s contacts.

She felt that, in Lu Boting’s words, she’d become the one indulging in desire. But clearly, that wasn’t the case at all.

Now that he’d offended the factory director, not only he himself but even she, as a department head, would likely have to bear the consequences alongside him.