Chapter 57: Leave, Then—Who’s Afraid of Whom?

The old man laughed heartily. "Haha, no need for thanks. In the future, just come back often with Ayan and keep this old man company for meals. And when you give me a great-grandson someday, your grandfather will reward you handsomely."

He had long been hoping for a great-grandchild.

He had three sons and a daughter, but only the eldest had children. The second son still wasn’t married and had no children; the third lived abroad and never returned home—he’d already considered him as good as lost. Only a faint, pale light fell upon her body, and Tan Xiqi instantly felt a scorching heat rising from her skin. Yet immediately, another power within her, bloodthirsty and fierce, surged forth and transformed into the Blood Sovereignty, counteracting the slight radiance emanating from Lin Mu.

The mysterious figure in the black cloak slipped his hand inside his cloak, gently lifted it, revealing his face.

In the void, things were a bit indistinct, but one could still see the outline of an ancient medicinal garden, wafting with a breathtaking aroma.

In the largest, most independent bathing pool at its boiling point, Su Xing entered stark naked, holding a newspaper, followed by Monk and Ge Haijia, equally bare. Having recently inherited the unfinished business of the Song brothers, Li Chunshan, flush with success, was enthusiastically explaining the various ways to eat seafood to Gao Feng and the others.

Shadows crisscrossed, sword gleams tangled, chaotic snowflakes stained blood-red by the magic blade's brilliance, blood trails winding along its length, dripping, dripping, pooling beneath their feet.

"We three have been in this territory for thirty thousand years, and that Sword Marquis disappeared twenty thousand years before our arrival. So, he has been missing for a full fifty thousand years. It seems likely he’s already dead," said the tall man.

The Huangfu family’s private army shone especially bright in the battle: nearly a hundred Taiyi Golden Immortals, leading a war band of thousands of Da Luo Golden Immortals, their combat strength extraordinary.

Zhang Ling looked again and felt the shadow of the coffin was familiar—where had he seen it? Yes, it was exactly like the shadow cast by the new grave he’d seen with Liu Xinquan and the others at the burial. Could it be that ghost?

"Is it dead..." Yu Xixue gently closed her eyes, tilting her snow-white neck to face the vast moonlit sky. No one knew what she was thinking.

Its heart had long been set on claiming that mysterious treasure. Without hesitation, it leapt up and charged toward the talisman array where Lei Zhenzi stood.

Because it was the most powerful demon in the region, it had forcefully pushed aside all other contenders.

"I'm sorry, I'll send it over to you in a moment. You mentioned wanting to order food, right? What would you like? I'll bring it along, and your swimming trunks as well—were you wanting them now?" The attendant was enthusiastic, attentive to every detail.

"You’ll have to ask them. I didn’t see clearly," the professor replied, pushing up his glasses.

After reading those three points, I didn’t hesitate. I immediately ordered Zhang Xiandong to secretly lead a hundred thousand Redhead troops across the border into Tunisia, joining forces with the newly installed puppet regime and preparing for battle.

"What’s happening, so strange. Why do I feel so sleepy?" Long'er murmured, eventually leaning against Yang Tian's back and closing her eyes.

But that person had only appeared briefly in Luoshan. Later, when Da Sui was abducted to Xinyang, that person didn’t follow. After Kuai Wu parted ways with Da Sui at Xinyang train station, he took Da Sui northward by train, and as for the other’s whereabouts at that time, Da Sui never found out.

I jumped up from the ground, blocking with my body. The police baton jabbed into me, pain blooming in my chest, my breath catching—I had to admit, that hurt.

He suddenly stepped closer to me and opened the black briefcase in his hand. I stood frozen.

I really couldn’t understand what was so special about Zhang Mingxi that all the good men in the company bent over backwards for her.