Chapter 48

"Get lost!" Genji shouted as he hurled the tiger’s corpse aside with all his might. The moment he killed the fierce beast, a wave of terror swept through the surrounding predators. This move was his secret trump card—one he would never have unleashed, not even against a martial emperor.

Cloud Panther once asked, do you know the origin of Jingyu County’s name in Jilin Province? It was named in honor of General Jingyu of the Northeast Anti-Japanese United Army. Years ago, by a twist of fate, General Jingyu rescued the owner of a pawnshop while fighting the enemy in the mountains. In gratitude for saving his life, the pawnshop owner gifted this jade disc to General Yang.

She knew full well that Ximen Kuang didn’t have that much money; this was a contest he was doomed to lose without ever making a move.

Long Xiaotian bowed his head in silence, his heart filled with a hundred unspoken emotions, but he no longer had the capital to refuse—he could only acquiesce.

Over the phone, he explained to Klaus that he was attending a banquet and instructed him to bring his men and make arrangements immediately.

Thus, Wu Zeming attacked with a killing blow, ruthless and sharp, aiming directly for Qin Fan’s eyes.

Perhaps they were not quite friends, but he would never allow anyone to take her away from his side.

At present, Precious Jade Workshop desperately needed a batch of high-quality jade ornaments. Naturally, Qin Fan was unwilling to sell this Iron Dragon Jade to another jeweler.

Though it was a divine-grade formation, as long as one had enough spirit stones, even a third-tier array master could set it up.

Zhao Peng’s blazing steed, the Fiery Rider, was on loan from Prince Yi—not as magnificent as Dian Wushuang’s, perhaps, but still leagues ahead of the Zhao family’s white war tigers. In just a few breaths, Zhao Peng had arrived before the man.

Two martial monk halls’ secret techniques were being displayed—Monk Immortal was the first to unleash them. Zhao Peng had once seen a monk defending the Tang Dynasty’s black market use these very arts in the Seven Nations of the Central Plains.

By now, Long Bo, Zhu Yuan, and the others had already charged into the palace and landed in an extraordinarily spacious plaza.

"Do you like it?" Hearing the self-indulgent tone in Sister Xu’s voice, Jiang Jiayi couldn’t help but inhale sharply.

“Hmph, so you do have some money. But what age are we living in? Not even a credit card—how laughable!” The influencer sneered at the blackened bank card in Tang Feng’s hand, casually handing the manager a platinum card.

Song Chen spoke again. He glanced at the man with a hint of sorrow in his eyes, as if to say, Please, stop this nonsense. You keep acting recklessly, but in the end, what use is it? No matter what, they all consider themselves failures now. Facing defeat, they must prepare for the worst.

In that split second, Li Tianchen’s hands shot forward, and in that instant, he trapped the white light in his palms.

There was silence for ten minutes, but after some thought, they began to speak on their own.

The group couldn’t help it—they were dumbfounded once more. They knew full well that nothing they did now would make a difference. Since that was so, why stubbornly insist on doing these assignments?

He knew clearly that Dragon Academy was monitoring him, and venturing into the forest’s depths would certainly draw their attention.

“Thank you, senior, for your rescue. The Lingyan Sect is deeply grateful.” With the matter settled, Qiu Feiming, supported by Yan Mingzhe, walked over to Sun Qitian and bowed in gratitude. Except for Sun Shengyang, the rest of Lingyan Sect bowed as well.

A powerhouse like Mo Yuntian wouldn’t go down so easily. Given that, he was likely to encounter Mo Yuntian again in Mingzhou.

Between Sword River, Hengshan, and Mingmen Fort, the north was calm, the climate gentle, the sunlight abundant, and rainfall plentiful. Sword River was blanketed with dense vegetation; the wild fruit forests locked in vast amounts of water, making the eastern plains ideal for rice and other crops.

As the enemy prepared to launch an attack on the First Guerrilla Division’s line, Fang Weiguo was already fifteen kilometers away at headquarters, planning a major operation.

Finally shaking off her pursuers, Su Jinman immediately set out for Chaoyang Palace. Thanks to her many detours there to visit Zhusheng, she was now thoroughly familiar with the labyrinthine paths of the palace. Finding Chaoyang Palace posed no challenge to her.

But her status did not permit such actions—otherwise, the Secret Order would surely cause trouble.

Fang Weiguo had no intention of clashing head-on with the enemy, fearing harm might come to the citizens sending off General Zhang Zizhong. Going all in, he and Qin Biao, Shen Zui, and Zhang Xian each carried a MANPAD anti-air missile and, in a deserted courtyard, took down five enemy planes in one fell swoop.

The Portland Trail Blazers’ rhythm was utterly shattered. Their core was two young men—Brandon Roy seemed calm, but he was easily shaken. Bringing the ball upcourt, he shot immediately, the ball bouncing off the rim. Yu Yichen boxed out, and Al Harrington grabbed the rebound.

This might be the proper way to treat an enemy, but it was too cruel for Lu Feng. He shook his head as he walked out of the Hao Family’s courtyard, thinking to himself: Hao Qianfan? I hope you’re still alive. The grudge between us is not yet settled.

"Is there really a treasure?" Wang Sisi’s face was bright with excitement, eager to try, only to be swatted away by Zhou Yu.

Granny Qu gave Old Man Gu some elixirs. After a brief rest, his complexion finally improved.

Long ago, it was common for someone to be ambushed and killed after attending a trade fair, which led to no one in the Five Continents’ cultivation world daring to bring out their best treasures for auction.

There was one method that seemed perfectly tailored to the current predicament and could even solve two problems at once.

Aside from the fact that this message resonated between Lucien Gongluo and the world of Norland, and not through his own guidance—causing many clashes with his own energy—the main reason lay within himself.

Seeing the clouds beneath Wind Chime’s feet and realizing he was about to experience riding the clouds, Wang Chen was thrilled. All his worries vanished in an instant.