Chapter 45: Counterattack
Lu Qiuyi’s cheeks flushed instantly, but she still stubbornly held her ground, muttering softly, “That doesn’t mean it breaks at the slightest touch. It’s clearly poor quality. Smashed cucumbers are the real test for a knife…”
He Jingyue glanced at the faint blush on her ears and chose not to expose her further. He tossed the broken blade into the trash bin, then walked over to another knife rack, selecting a sturdier-looking Chinese cleaver and handed it to her.
“Use this,” he said succinctly.
Cheng Lingyu was somewhat irritated, his eyes sharp and fierce. His powerful fists struck each blow against the burly man’s, like needles against blades, neither willing to yield.
He Yan gritted her teeth, but her jaw kept clenching uncontrollably. Her hands trembled so badly she couldn’t hold the gun steady; her index finger seemed frozen, unable to pull the trigger no matter how hard she tried.
Yang Yan shifted his gaze toward Huang Siyu, noticing her brows furrowing slightly, a look of confusion crossing her face.
The police officer said a word of thanks before leaving the hospital room. Only after they had gone did I collapse, sitting weakly, staring blankly at the play of light and shadow on the floor.
The spiritual intimidation radiated by this sage was terrifying, even the blood warriors present could not withstand it.
Regarding the potential dangers posed by these two beings, the Gu family ancestral hall ultimately rejected Gu Jianghe’s proposal and reassured him to rest well at home. He would miss this year’s company anniversary, but at the next celebration, once all was stable, he would surely be allowed to attend.
After they left, Jiang Yunyao frowned deeply. If this prince truly had feelings for Shu’er, it would be disastrous. Given Baili Yaxue’s temperament, she would never let Shu’er go easily.
Unfortunately, Bai Chi’s loud defense was overheard clearly by Shen Yanbo, who had just entered. His cold expression softened slightly.
Murong Beibei said nothing, her cold gaze fixed on Chen Guodong and the others. That icy stare unsettled them deeply.
In this frozen void, Tuo struggled to move... just moments ago, the man before him had muttered something incomprehensible, then suddenly lost control.
“The sect leader requests your presence. Come with me,” he said, then strode off. Feng Bufan followed closely behind.
Wanyan Yuanyi pondered for a moment before deciding to strengthen Qin Kan’s power. Since Qin Kan and Wanyan Han were mortal enemies, as long as Qin Kan existed, he could greatly restrain Wanyan Han.
In the lower right corner of the notice board, one could see the issuing authorities: the Central Revolutionary League Lingwu City Committee and the Lingwu City People’s Government.
“If I’m not mistaken, you’ve been stuck at the third level of the Immortality Realm for at least five hundred years. You must be on the brink of death,” Chen Nan remarked.
The cold wind bit fiercely at their faces. Seeing Ding Tong act, Long Bufan immediately knew his cultivation was only at the third tier of the Qi Guidance Realm—far too weak to warrant his intervention.
Bai chose not to flee, even when Wu Yong urged Feng Molan to take her away. She simply could not abandon the patients in the hospital who had no chance to escape... If the invaders, enraged, attacked them, she would be tormented by guilt for life.
“Beep-beep, beep beep beep!” Several police cars arrived. Due to the narrow road, they could only park behind the three Fate|Eternal vehicles, but the officers moved swiftly.
He was a man, naturally understanding men. Thus, he could tell that this man harbored ill intentions.
His work seemed like a critique of the entire world, as if daring you to see clearly how utterly rotten this world truly was.
“Such a vast static field—is that a thunderstorm? Looks like tonight’s flights might be delayed.” Seeing Bilampo remain motionless, Heichi put down the statue of Mohurouga and nudged her.
The American military’s heavy machine guns had long range and high firing rates, capable of shooting from afar. There was no need to carry them up to high ground.
Lin Hai drove without speaking, while Liu Nan lowered his head, lost in thought. Today’s Tan Fu had truly given him much to ponder.