Chapter 29: An Explanation

“Who is it that dares to stir trouble under our very noses, bullying the members of the Chen family?” Chen Meng spoke lazily, her demeanor calm and unruffled, a skill she had honed as Luo Xin’s wife; no matter the situation, she would always first inquire, then reveal her stance.

“This person is called Lu Fei. Not only did he gravely injure Leng’er, but when Han Daqiang went to demand an explanation, he too was beaten and seriously wounded.”

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At this moment, Zhan Xiaoyao had no leisure to carefully distinguish or ponder the situation. The power of fire, which he had not wielded for a long time, was now his only means of resistance; today, it seemed there was no way around it.

Without hearing Tian Liwei’s affirmative answer directly, Zhan Xiaoyao would not lightly propose the terms for a contest.

Yan Fei said nothing more, handing an object to Eunuch Fu—it looked like a jade pendant—before she departed with her entourage.

Wen Qingming, unlike in his past lives, had cultivated the Demon Scripture of Chiyou, with shadowy demons lurking within him. This had twisted his temperament, making him cruel, cold, and merciless; when he lost his mind, he recognized no kin. He now regarded You Ying as an ally summoned by Dongyang, so he didn’t bother to ask questions—he simply unleashed a volley of bone-piercing needles.

As the celestial radiance surged forth, about to carry Di Wuji away, Ye Dan’s body suddenly flickered and vanished before their eyes.

In an instant, the Prime Minister’s residence was drowned in tears and cries, the mournful wails echoing ceaselessly; inside, grief was overwhelming, and outside, chaos reigned.

No sooner had the Beggar Sage finished speaking than Daoist Xuyun, sensing his intent, promptly released the Violet Lotus Cloud Net, enveloping the two of them and whisking them toward the horizon.

Thanks to the memories of his former self, he still felt some affection for his past parents. At least, there was nothing wrong in visiting them once before leaving.

Just as Gu Chengxi was about to drive away, she spotted her at the intersection; two people who had once worked together, now estranged, found themselves reunited.

“Greetings, Your Majesty!” The allied army was the first to regain composure, their voices rising in a steady stream, finally merging into a thunderous chorus.

The demon-slaying officer in white hurriedly helped him up, offered him rations and water, and then guided him toward the breach in the Nine Fiend Ghost Pillars to the southeast.

Thus, in reality, the journey from Domain to Supreme is the deepest, farthest, and most insurmountable chasm in the ancient martial path of humanity. The greatest distance in the world is not between acquired and innate, nor between fifth and sixth rank, but when you are at the peak of seventh rank, and I have already reached Supreme.

By its name, as expected, the turtle on the seventh floor of Leifeng Pagoda had two heads—one at each end.

Shen Dongdong’s palate had grown discerning; now his mind was filled with thoughts of grilled meat. He still hadn’t distinguished between barbecue and meat skewers—he only knew that barbecue was served without sticks, while meat skewers were bits of meat threaded onto bamboo rods.

“If it’s not a duplicate name, it should be the house I bought.” Feng Chen touched his hair, smiling bitterly.

With barely a touch, his lips were cold as ice, startling Shen Beitang so much she shivered and pushed him away with both hands.

That’s why he had been practicing his accuracy lately—now he could shoot blindly at a spot, and anyone in that area, even if they survived, would be left bleeding heavily.

When Shen Rong said this, not only did Zhao Changning nearly choke on his water, but even Princess Yi was visibly astonished.

She gasped in shock, scooting away and frantically pushing him aside, only to see a crimson wound on his forehead gushing blood—just as suffocating as the blood splattered across the shattered car window.

At the same time, this giant dragon had two heads. One pair of eyes was crimson and fierce, where dragon whiskers should be, there grew a row of crab legs. The other head’s eyes were silvery and expressionless, and where dragon horns ought to sprout, there was instead a pair of sheep horns.