Volume 1, Chapter 24: A Different Diagnosis

With a single ring of a blade, the world flickered between black and white. Zao Qiqiao suddenly found himself struggling to breathe; as he tried to look down, he saw a crimson line forming across his throat, his eyes filled with sheer despair.

"Retreat! We must stop the main army from falling back to the sea!" At this point, there was no need for Andena to explain further; Vladimir issued the order to withdraw immediately.

Chu Haoran surveyed his surroundings and nodded slightly. Everything seemed secure, without any obvious flaws. He tapped the iron wall; it emitted a dull thud, thick enough to provide adequate protection.

In truth, everyone had initially been filled with suspicion and wariness toward Wu Shizhi. The reason was simple: they had all inexplicably arrived at He Haikuo’s banquet hall together. How could it be that all his underlings had perished while Wu Shizhi remained alive? Even as a formidable gang leader, it was impossible for the ghosts to have simply spared him alone.

He reflexively muttered a silent complaint, but fortunately, he had the foresight to cover his mouth, making not a single sound.

"Haoran, what did you just say about my safety? What do you know?" Ma Wanling had no time to be shocked by how Chu Haoran had overheard their conversation; she was more concerned with why her father’s hidden troubles had anything to do with her.

Watching Situ Yaru call the old man before them "Dad," Chu Haoran whipped his head around, shouting in shock, "You... you... you are Situ Guo?!" Oh, hell! This couldn't be happening! This old man was actually his father-in-law! He had almost beaten him up just moments ago! That was too close! Thank goodness he hadn't made a move.

The red light illuminated the entire Kui estate, appearing as dazzling as neon lights from the outside, yet as lethal as a scorching sun.

Uncle Zhang’s hunting experience was truly vast; his stealth skills were just as miraculous as he had boasted. He approached within ten meters of the wild boar without being detected.

Pfft! Yi Mu and Feng Zhuo stopped bickering and burst out laughing. Beside them, Ting'er blushed as red as a tomato, covered her face, and fled as if escaping.

She didn't care how old Jing Mo was; she only knew that if it weren't for Jing Mo, her precious son would not have returned to acknowledge them, nor would he be sitting there sharing a meal with them.

Eventually, under the system's arrangement, Liu Ergou arrived at the outskirts of the island and found a suitable dwelling for his practice.

The heavy doors of the grand hall were tightly shut. The Flaming Spear in Chen Zhantian’s hand transformed into a streak of fire, blasting the gates wide open.

The dancers of the Tai Chi Yin-Yang performance took a group photo together, followed by a final photograph of all the performers from the closing ceremony, after which everyone began to move about freely.

After returning to his room, Tang Yinbao freshened up, removed his makeup, washed his face, showered, and then flopped onto the bed like a salted fish.

Lin Lanqing told Jing Mo that the flight was booked for 6:50 PM, and from here to the airport, time was a bit tight.

This one was at least six meters long; the thickness of a single arm was more than two Liu Ergous combined!

Mu Zixi did not want to use Fu Jincheng, to treat him as a pawn—a piece to help him forget others—so she was anxious to explain everything clearly.

These days, when Zeng Li attended alumni gatherings, she was no longer ignored like in years past; she now radiated the brilliance of a top beauty from the Central Academy of Drama.

She had not seen a spirit of the Soul-Eater rank in a long time; whenever one appeared, it was always a regional overlord.

Meanwhile, Wang Qing was engaged in a fierce battle in Jiujiang. The Song army, relying on their naval forces, fought him to a stalemate. Just as he was growing anxious, news of the defeat in the north arrived.

Within the Douyuan Immortal Sect, regardless of background, one could call others Senior or Junior Brother, but seniority was determined by mastery. Entry time mattered little; take Zhang Yuanhao, for instance—wearing the cyan robes of a supplicant, even those like Lian Kong, who had entered the sect a year earlier, had to obediently address him as Senior Brother.

It was a very young face, with eyes that appeared somewhat indifferent. He wore a strange, light armor that seemed to envelop his body like a black skeleton—one look was enough to know it was extraordinary.

He suddenly turned and gave a roguish smile to the people on Tiger Head Mountain, like a well-intentioned warning.

Once they reached the hospital room this time, no one stopped them; they entered without incident.

Further orders were sent to Wu Yong and Lu Junyi on Jeju Island. Upon receiving the news, they were to set out immediately, sweeping through the Seto Inland Sea and occupying the ten provinces of Buzen, Suo, Aki, Iyo, and others.

Xing Lin walked slowly toward the Marquis, sneering as he looked at him. He pressed a button on the iron pipe in his hand. A thin, long blade immediately extended from the tip. Raising the weapon, Xing Lin thrust it toward the Marquis’s chest.

Yu Meng hurriedly chased after them, trying to explain, but her classmates refused to listen to a word she said.

This was no ordinary shouting; it contained profound mysteries of divine power, issued by the Supremes of various realms.

The person who arrived was Chu Feng, disguised by the shapeshifter worm. The moment the system locked onto Yang Xingling’s location, he had rushed over without a moment’s delay. Fortunately, the New Beacon International Hotel was not too far from the East Lake villa district, allowing him to arrive just in time; otherwise, the consequences would have been unthinkable.

But for a brief moment, behind the cultivators of the Great Xia Dynasty, a presence capable of resisting the pressure emerged from a tear in space, causing the crushing weight upon them to vanish instantly.

Once again, Sinestro was slammed like a ragdoll into Phobos, kicking up boundless cosmic dust.