Chapter 24

Squelch! Within the magnetic field, nothing could travel faster than magnetism itself. Before Di'erming could even attempt to dodge, a magnetic spear pierced straight through his chest. A massive surge of magnetic energy erupted from his torso like a fountain, yet he remained entirely unscathed.

"Where did this boorish man come from? Can't you see there isn't a single man around here?" someone scolded in a low voice.

Although experts claimed Hu Yao’s death was an accident, Ye Xiangyu’s intuition told him it was undoubtedly linked to Gu Yue and the others, even if there was no evidence to prove it.

Neither of them truly wanted to fight against other Phantasmal Beings, but at this moment, they had no choice.

Surpassing the seven supreme powers instantly was impossible, but rising above the ten major factions was certainly within reach.

It was not just the outer flesh that had been cleaved in two; even the bone had been sliced perfectly down the center.

"Heh heh, feel free to try," a cold laugh echoed. A blood-red shadow flickered in the void, and a humanoid figure made of blood slowly emerged. Its face remained a blur, shifting like flowing liquid, but its body was already clearly defined.

High above in the sky, Xia Shu and Horus were locked in an inseparable struggle. Horus was a natural-born aerial combatant, moving with extreme agility and periodically unleashing bursts of flame and golden light, forcing Xia Shu into a defensive stalemate.

Upon meeting him, she never suspected his true identity as Gu Yue; she simply felt he was the spitting image of the character from the game, never once considering that they might be the same person.

According to Ling Zhoutian’s calculations, the first two production lines required five workers each, with a daily output of approximately 890 units.

"Do we have those here?" Xu Suizhu exchanged a glance with Baozi’s father. Seeing him shake his head, their curiosity only deepened.

This soldier appeared to be a newcomer. Had he truly experienced such things before, he would be struck with panic, rather than remaining as calm as he was now.

Swinging his ruler like a baseball bat, he struck the string of black beads, sending them flying like a ball. Seizing the momentum, the black beads then slammed into Su Qing, shattering her defenses and knocking her away.

"Sister Yang is right. Every family relies on their husband's meager allowance to get by; how could anyone have extra to subsidize others?" The other military wives chimed in, voices rising in a cacophony of agreement.

Indeed, he had returned from the dead that time; if not for his possession of the body, it would have long since rotted into mud.

They crossed a steel suspension bridge called the Millennium Bridge, which connected the south bank to the city and was reserved for pedestrians. Like a silver ribbon draped across the Thames, its light and slender silhouette stood out sharply against the ancient, majestic bridges spanning the river.

He did have a place to go, though not the Emperor Entertainment City, but a medicinal herb shop in the antique market. Even though going there now was practically courting death, he had no other choice.

"Since we’ve arrived, let’s head back to the manor to rest. It’s already late; there’s no point in heading up the mountain now," I whispered to my senior brother.

"What did Panpan do to upset you? Should she not have knitted sweaters for the two brothers? Or did she fail to knit a set for Yang An as well?" Yu Dazhi asked, his face stern, his gaze piercing like a sword toward Yang Dongmei.

Ever since the national team’s agricultural experts arrived on Fuling Island, the plants—including the fruit trees—had been better tended than ever. The grafted peaches were large, sweet, and succulent; once the skin was gently broken, the flesh could be sipped like juice.

"In the Northern Darkness, there is a fish, and its name is Kun. The Kun is so large that no one knows how many thousands of miles it spans. It transforms into a bird, and its name is Peng. The back of the Peng is unknown how many thousands of miles it spans. When it rages and takes flight, its wings are like clouds hanging from the sky. This bird, when the sea moves, will migrate to the Southern Darkness. The Southern Darkness is the Celestial Pool."

Zhang Yide shook his head. It seemed Wei Guowei had not learned his lesson. He suddenly felt that simply finding someone to warn that bastard was not enough.

Kang Longji lay upon his bed, once again entering a state of suspended animation. However, this time it was merely a ruse, not a genuine state of near-death; there was no longer any need for such measures.

"Four or five, forty or fifty... it’s all about the same, or perhaps even more," the Sword Maniac muttered, holding little hope for Qin Chuan.

Was this also a sign that their relationship was nearing its end? Just like his gift, no matter how sweet and beautiful their bond had been at the start, was it truly so fragile that the slightest collision would leave irreparable cracks?

The entire Canghai Palace was a translucent, pale blue. Atop the palace stood a statue of the Canghai Divine Feather. Behind this stood the "Xuanming Palace," which featured a statue of a coiled Xuanming.

"If you say one more word, I won't just hit you—I'll flay you alive!" Coach Ryuzaki could no longer tolerate his shamelessness. The image of Seigaku, built over decades, had been utterly destroyed by this match; they wouldn't be able to hold their heads high in front of other schools for at least another ten years.

The visitors from the Upper Realm had faces obscured by mist. They boarded the ship directly, with the ship’s owner and crew greeting them with utmost respect and courtesy.

Zhu Mengru had returned from dancing in the square. Perhaps feeling quite excited, she was beaming before she even spoke, looking exceptionally happy.

It glared with murderous intent, sensing that its doom was likely inevitable. It stared at him with hateful eyes, yet beneath that, there was also a sense of dread—a deeply contradictory emotion.