Chapter Twenty-Nine: Rescuing Shen Shujie

“Does Elder Mu mean that we must submit to the Demon Sect?” an elder from the radical faction exclaimed. This man, Jin Wantong, was the head of the Golden Blade Sect in the Southern Continent.

As Feng Hao moved around the table, the holographic projection of the steel battle armor rotated accordingly, always facing him directly.

“Zhao Yuanhang, what are you doing!” Qin Zixiao screamed sharply. Zhao Yuanhang, who was pressing down on Qiao Neng and ready to strike with his fist, suddenly stopped. In that brief moment, Qiao Neng flipped over and pinned him beneath him, delivering a punch to Zhao Yuanhang’s handsome profile without a word.

Although there were many onlookers, people kept some distance after the heated exchange and did not crowd around. Occasionally, curious glances were cast their way.

“The Mercedes owner is really lucky; otherwise, his car would be ruined,” Jiang Yiyi said with resentment.

Liang Xue was somewhat surprised by Jiutian and Huabai’s sudden visit but quickly welcomed them inside.

On the night of the 20th day of the pre-Christian month, the very night King Wu launched his campaign against King Zhou—the siege of Chaoge City began, marking the start of a century-long confrontation.

She had just let down her coiled hair, apparently preparing to rest after washing up. She had just enjoyed a sumptuous meal from this dimension and seemed content—after playing all afternoon, the guilt she felt now outweighed everything else.

Fatigue surged, compounded by the cold outside and a chill invading her body; now she was caught in the grip of a severe cold.

Seeing this, Tie Feng gasped inwardly. Ten level-one goblins alone would be enough to overwhelm him; hundreds of goblins truly lived up to their reputation as second only to legendary-level difficulty.

“Heh heh, and you’re the one feeling shy?” The mocking soldier continued his taunts unabated.

Although using the “Phantom Rabbit” card at this moment was a typical tactic, Messiah felt the card seemed oddly out of place in the deck, as if it had been printed hastily just for this game.

The aloof “Chaotic Black Magician” opened a dimensional portal, delivering two new cards into the game hand; simultaneously, he temporarily left this dimension to stand by in another world.

Ordinary people here would be completely exposed, but under Angel’s illusion, the group boldly entered the castle without hindrance.

At that moment, in the command room, Mu Ran suddenly felt a guiding intuition—his sixth sense alerted him that something new was unfolding over at Lucia’s side.

As the three sinister cover cards were placed down, Yugi’s turn ended, and the play returned to Messiah.

Inside the city, doubts immediately surfaced, and others also sensed that something seemed unreliable.

“Locate Qingfeng, Xuying, and Guiyuan precisely,” Ye Chen thought, and a rectangular dialogue screen appeared before his eyes.

The immense rune radiated unmatched power, its momentum far stronger than before, pressing directly down on Chen Yifei.

“That should be about right,” Lian Man’er counted the items she had purchased. Before coming, she had arranged the banquet dishes with the Zhang family and was confident nothing was forgotten.

She had gone to the bar; nothing inside had changed except the name. When she asked the staff at the reception desk, they too were clueless about the situation.

The deep-sea monsters fought fiercely over human bodies, and Qin Chuan could hardly bear to watch. From atop the city walls, a resounding, majestic voice echoed.

Gradually, a faint smile appeared on Yue Zhong’s face. After filling his pockets with soil, he leapt out of the pit and strode straight toward Baikeza.

In his eyes, Qu Qingyou’s act of smearing the Nine Nether Spirit-Repelling Powder on the envelope was despicable. Though the medicine itself was not lethal, the resulting chain of events made his accusation of Qu Qingyou plotting against her sect members entirely justified.

Although his face turned pale with anger, Xiwu had not completely lost his reason. He naturally knew that no ordinary person could move freely at such depths underwater. Even practitioners, using various water-repelling treasures, could not be as at ease as the youth before them, who moved like a true fish.

I packed up the uneaten and leftover dishes and returned to the dormitory. Upon arriving, Liu Yumeng looked at me.

Mu Yingying’s aura had reached its zenith; the sheer force of her charge crushed the ground beneath her, fracturing it with deep cracks.

Demolition expert Noyan concluded that the chairman must be on Hill No. 3, though he was surrounded by Tie Hui’s minefield. Driven by a fierce spirit of self-challenge, Noyan resolved to breach the minefield and storm Hill No. 3 no matter what.

Qin Jun stared intently at the stone gate before him, his expression grave and his deep eyes shining as if capable of penetrating the stone itself.

The Ninth Prince did not enter the pass but instead positioned his back to the Tianxiong Pass, arrayed for a deadly duel with Zhuoluke.

He disliked working honestly; however, he reveled in speculative profiteering with great enthusiasm.

The severed head tumbled along the roadside like a ball, rolling several times before finally coming to rest at the foot of Liang Garden.

Zhang Hong stared vacantly at Yin Tianqiu, then at the script tightly held in Yin Tianqiu’s arms. He remained silent for a long time, lost in thought.

Placing the computer on the dressing table in the bedroom, Mu Xiwei’s heart ached unbearably, pain so intense it was almost physical.