Chapter 29: Xinglin, Protect Me!

The sudden appearance of Xinglin was, for Qiao Ruyi, no different from seeing a ghost. Her heart gave a jolt, and her foot slipped; losing her footing, she plummeted downward. Falling from her current height was perilous; the ground was littered with wind-ling stones, and even ignoring the risk of facial disfigurement, a landing on any part of her body would surely result in severe injury. Xinglin’s eyes narrowed as he lunged forward in two quick strides. But Qiao—

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Li Bin struck unexpectedly, moving with lightning speed to assault the opponent's weakest point. His goal was to catch them off guard and, if possible, force the three men blocking the front, including Bu Feifan, to reposition, thereby creating an opening for his disciple, Lin Kai, to escape.

The two middle-aged disciples of the Sword Sect fought with all their might, yet they still could not break through the dense defensive circle woven by Li Bin’s Tai Chi swordsmanship. The combined power of their blades was completely eclipsed by the brilliance of Li Bin’s ambidextrous technique.

The old man’s mouth hung open, his face filled with disbelief. To anyone else, this would sound like a fantasy tale, but Baochun could tell that the old man believed it.

Lawrence could not believe what he was hearing. He wouldn't even consider sending the money he had risked his life to earn to anyone else; if someone were to try and take it by force, he would fight to the death to defend it.

Xun Yi’s spiritual sense swept through the two great doors, revealing a statue upon the altar. He withdrew his sense after only a fleeting glance. Though he guessed the statue likely concerned a former acquaintance of his Senior Sister, since she was unwilling to speak of it, he felt it improper to pry further.

Suo knew that Qin Nai would likely become the next Emperor of Daxia. This was a favor granted by Qin Zhao, and he gladly accepted the decision.

Nick could no longer hear anything, and no one could see the images in his mind, yet the black man spoke with the slowest of cadences.

Indeed, it was uncertain whether the Yang clan of Hongnong would even revolt. Naturally, should they lose lives, internal turmoil would be inevitable.

Following the improvement of his control over the weekend, the immense pressure forced him to upgrade his tactical planning abilities, and the blade-edge he commanded began to emit a chilling, piercing light.

After saying this, he stepped out. Ling Jingchen lingered for a few seconds to appraise Liang Jiangguo, who met his gaze and offered a conciliatory smile.

His current state was abysmal. Despite the protection of his "Blade of Shura" magic defense, a single blow had caused grave internal injuries; it would not be surprising if he lost consciousness at any moment.

After Zhang Chenfeng and Guan Xuan arrived at the Home of Divine Beasts, they were immediately able to recognize and locate Shadow, despite the crowd.

Facing the strange looks from all around, Xu Fei felt his face burn. Instinctively, he grew self-conscious and lowered his head.

After browsing the supermarket for ingredients, they prepared a simple meal of two dishes and a soup, along with a fruit salad for Jiang Nian, who loved desserts. After enjoying their meal, they tidied up and called Ahua. To keep things discreet, Jiang Nian first sent Su Junyang back to the hotel, instructing the driver to take her to the film set shortly after.

Just as the master and disciple were happily examining the spoils of their victory and preparing to rest, a man’s voice echoed from outside the door.

If Li Chen had not defeated the Yan family, then given the betrayal of the Leng, Ma, and Su mansions, nothing awaited them but the Yan family's slaughter.

The serpent beneath Fu Ba’s feet seemed to sense its master’s displeasure; the undeveloped wings on its shoulders shivered, and it dared not make a sound.

"No matter." An attendant led over a prized steed, its coat white and devoid of any blemish, which contrasted perfectly with Dongfang Jin’s black attire.

Even if she could not be his lover like Qin Ruoxian, Xu Fei’s kindness toward her was no less than that which he showed Qin Ruoxian.

Dong Zhanyun and Liu Jingshui each took a step back, but Dong Zhanyun’s internal energy was clearly insufficient; his retreating step caused the ground to sink slightly. "Again!" Dong Zhanyun shouted.