Volume One, Chapter 40: The Vanishing of Song Jian

Several large wreaths were placed on both sides of the highway. Judging by the scene, these people did not seem to be attending a funeral. Besides, who holds funerals early in the morning? Moreover, they had stopped on the road, blocking the way forward.

Although not of a high realm, Titing's divine ability to hear the heavens and the earth proved to be immensely useful, almost like divine assistance for Yunxiao City.

In less than five seconds, more than a dozen mercenaries appeared behind Wu Jingtaro, each holding a gun pointed directly at Lei Kun and Guben.

A sword thrust came swiftly; with a sharp crack, the celestial sword shattered into several pieces. An invisible oppressive force swept out. Jiang Feng snorted coldly, and immediately, the two grand princesses were intimidated by Jiang Feng’s terrifying aura.

Shui Mingyue was slightly stunned, the sensation of a quickened heartbeat returning as if recalling the early days when they first came together—an exquisitely beautiful feeling.

Fortunately, they were all well-trained, so they remained composed in the face of such a situation. They immediately raised their protective gear high, while others prepared for a breakout under the shield.

Yun Qingyao and Shui Mingyue headed back the way they had come; Luoyi and Ling Feng went in the opposite direction, while Wu Qinghua casually chose a route that did not overlap with theirs.

The driver took the box, and seeing Lei Kun cooperate so well, he was somewhat incredulous. What amazed him most was that Lei Kun still wore a calm expression as if nothing had happened, which struck him as strange.

Xinghua Niang was aware of this too; she gave the other a fierce glare before storming off to find Tang Zhixian at the Tang family.

The group followed Edison into the laboratory ahead, where various research instruments were arranged. The white walls appeared stark and plain.

Yet now, Han Lang had not only summoned battle spirits and soul clones but also unleashed four supreme secret techniques to suppress Huang Fu Cheng head-on. Everyone who witnessed this scene showed expressions of shock.

Long Xiang released part of his true form; a pair of dragon horns sprouted from his forehead, emanating terrifying pressure. In an instant, he tore through the void, his horrifying might compelling one to kneel and worship.

Pinching a white chess piece between his thumb and middle finger, Shangguan Jiannan pondered deeply, finally placing the piece down. The board was already filled with pieces, and with this move, the outcome of the game gradually became clear.

Their strength was such that not even Kong Tian nor the heir of the Blazing Flame Sect could compare; within the blink of an eye, they were swallowed by sword energy, transforming into threads of blood energy to nourish the crimson battle general’s body.

The servant said coldly, “In Pingjia Village, there are no princes or emperors, only masters and servants. This is not a place for you to act arrogantly.” With that, he drifted away like a ghost. His voice was his final word before leaving, leaving a deep and lonely silence between the two.

Nearby, over a dozen warriors rose in unison, rushing swiftly toward the five decaying corpses.

That evening, they stayed at an inn; the next day, Cheng Yitian and his party took Yunshan back to Yishan.

Han Lang now stood at the peak of the Sage Realm, just one step from becoming a Dao Tribulation Realm expert. If a Dao Ancestor at the peak attacked him, Han Lang would be utterly destroyed without a trace.

Honestly, I do not dislike engaging in rational thought in such a quiet environment; it allows me to understand many things clearly and reshape my value system.

“Rest assured!” Cong Yi smiled, then spoke to the superpower system: I have an ability proficient in performance, right?

“Alright, Old Bai, you better leave quickly; we still have New Year celebrations to attend.” My master waved his hand, and only then did Bai Wuchang nod before disappearing.

In truth, it was all vanity playing tricks. Without such strong vanity, these thoughts would never have arisen.

Li Wan remained quite confident. The forces he could currently muster were formidable—external generals like Gao Xianzhi and Pei Dunfu, internal ministers like Xue Dewang, and most of the royal family supported him. With all this, how could the emperor afford to neglect him?

They were gambling because if the spatial rift continued to develop, they would surely die here today—no doubt about it. By acting as they did, they still had a faint chance to escape amidst the chaos. Though slim, it was far better than staring death in the face helplessly.

Enduring Eldridge’s ice ring demanded high physical quality from the chosen target. If the target was not a strong melee creature, they needed an affinity for water element; otherwise, it would feel as if thousands of needles pierced the body! This was what Eldridge told Lord Mengli after leaving the vortex.

Zhang Can, seeing his brother’s expression, had a sudden epiphany and could guess some things. His sister-in-law had been anxious at home while caring for Liangliang—no doubt worrying constantly.

When I heard Brother Xiang’s words, I was deeply moved, thinking, “Brother Xiang, from now on, you are my real brother—no, even closer than a real brother. Love you.”

“Ah, incredibly brave! And able to swiftly formulate battle plans at critical moments.” Lord Mengli thought this and felt much more reassured.

Lin Yue smiled slightly, believing that He Changhe’s words were meant for him and that others’ words were meant for themselves. He Changhe had given him a vivid lesson and taught everyone present a lively one as well.

The matter finally came to an end, with a joyous conclusion that no one expected but everyone hoped for.

Every house needs a living room; otherwise, where would the sofa and television go?

During that moment of relief, Xu Tianya shifted slightly, pulling back his clothing to reveal shocking scars across his body.

Before breaking through Mirror Insight and sensing spiritual energy, cultivators would utterly overpower martial artists.

Lu Feng spoke, leaning back in his chair, pondering. Facing another large company with engineers stronger than his own, one glance at the circuit revealed the other side was no fool—any obvious flaw was immediately apparent.

The entire local business community spent the day discussing the matter. Behind closed doors, the topic was hotly debated; everyone knew what had happened but dared not speak openly.

In theory, the Tokyo beast tide from thirteen years ago had been cleared, but who knew if some stragglers remained? Hence, the northern fifth district of Tokyo was still closed to ordinary civilians. Only the Self-Defense Forces and the Metropolitan Police regularly dispatched investigation teams there, their purpose unknown.