Chapter 34: The Humanoid Stone Husk

Everything happened too quickly; apart from the individuals directly involved and Xing Lin, no one else could react in time.

Xing Lin jerked his horse to a sudden halt and turned to grab the reins of Zhaoye. Qiao Ruyi was quick-witted and agile, dodging the whistling stone with a swift shift of her body. Combined with Xing Lin pulling the horse away just in time, they narrowly avoided being struck by the projectile.

However, the canyon was narrow; even with such a timely evasion, it was impossible to emerge unscathed, and the stone still grazed Zhaoye’s leg. Startled, the horse suddenly reared up, letting out a shrill whinny.

In particular, they had no idea who the person behind this was or what her motives were. Xu Yan did not believe it was as simple as just targeting Yuan Xiu and Su Die.

Amanda believed she was different from all other split personalities; she was unique because she was aware of the primary personality’s existence and knew everything about Zhan Kexin.

"Master, those concubines were, after all, just bestowed upon you by His Majesty," Su Peisheng persisted, trying to persuade him.

If Zhan Yinfan had harbored any doubts about Zhan Kexin a moment ago, her words now began to convince him that she truly was Zhan Kexin.

He noticed the man in sunglasses kept his other hand behind his back. It was certain that he was carrying some kind of lethal weapon—either a homemade gun or a knife.

That limited Chu Qingya’s abilities as a cultivator, as well as the various technological gadgets and equipment he had exchanged from the mutual aid space.

Fortunately, Yu’er had been kneeling at a distance, so although the teacup shattered on the floor, it did not hit her, though some tea did splash onto her hands.

"What is wrong with her?" Liu Jing found this newcomer strange. Why choose this particular moment to go to the restroom?

A gentle breeze blew, and the sun shone brightly. It felt as if A-City were trying to banish the days of overcast rain; the sun had finally emerged, illuminating the earth.

First, they ruled out Yun Ya. The reason was simple: if he were the mastermind, would he have bothered to send someone to specifically clear it out?

The Malaysia Open determined the final four for all five events on the 10th. China's two rising men's singles stars, Li Yonghao and Bao Jianfei, who had performed brilliantly during the Thomas Cup in May, both suffered upsets and failed to reach the semifinals, while veterans Xia Weiming and Chen Liang performed exceptionally well to secure their spots in the final four.

At the same time, Han Feng felt a sudden jolt in his heart, as if something he dreadfully feared was about to happen.

She had almost forgotten that the person before her was the true culprit responsible for the suffering of countless living beings—a demon who would not hesitate to feed Princess Hanyue to the Spider King at the slightest provocation.

Meanwhile, as the top seed in the men's singles, he naturally drew the attention of players from various districts and clubs, who watched Zhao Junzhe’s match on the large screens above the stadium.

Finally, after firing countless rounds until his mental energy felt drained, Wang Yonghao stopped shooting as the mangled head of the man-eating flower collapsed to the ground.

Regardless of the depth of the bond between the Third Prince and Emperor Tianyou, expecting a seventeen-year-old youth to feign ignorance of everything happening to his father was, to say the least, a cruel test.

The eyes of Can Shao’s mother narrowed instantly. Watching her precious son being dragged away while laughing hysterically, she suddenly realized the truth.

Feeling as though Ye Jiayin’s expression held a hint of a hidden smirk, Huo Yanchen watched her intently, though he chose not to pursue the matter further.

The private room was small to begin with, and in the blink of an eye, the Blade God was about to strike them.

She sat on the bed, clutching a pillow and murmuring, "Mingyue, be a good girl. Shall we go home?"

She let out a soft sigh, feeling her cheeks burn while her palms remained icy cold. She reached up to touch her face; the room was stiflingly warm, and dressed in a padded jacket, she began to feel overheated after standing for a while. Yet, she dared not move, fearing that the slightest sound might disturb the Emperor as he reviewed his memorials.