Junk Planet (4)

At this moment, Zhou Jingming was also hurrying toward Pingcang Town. He could not bring himself to believe that Du Jian had failed to leave any evidence behind, and now he was growing impatient, eager to find it himself.

However, he did not trust his own estimation of the suspect’s height, for there were countless ways to alter one’s stature—such as wearing shoes with hidden lifts.

Huang Dinggong looked ahead. By the dim glow of the car’s headlights, he could make out an enormous figure crouched on the road, its earth-brown skin dotted with rough, grainy bumps. The creature’s bulk blocked half the road with its sheer presence.

Ordinarily, when businessmen recognized his identity, they would retreat a safe distance without fail, never daring to reveal hostility so openly—let alone provoke him with repeated attempts to enrage him.

Upon hearing what Huo De said, Han Mo realized that the man must know something. Yet military secrets were, after all, military secrets—he could not possibly divulge Zhang Weiyuan’s plans. Now, he could only try to keep Huo De from pursuing the matter further, while also persuading him to agree to cooperate.

After all, Hua Chu’s true power had never been displayed within the sect; those who had witnessed her real strength had all perished by her hand.

When the officer asked such a question, Han Mo’s heart skipped a beat. He was not afraid of being recognized; if it came to a fight, he was confident he could silently dispatch the officer. However, if it came to that, he would lose his chance to gather more information.

Faced with the choice between a child entrusted to his care and the woman he loved, the answer was clear.

What’s more, the Boss seemed to have done something to him that day. Now, his Dragon Soul likely could not unleash its full power—this was a perfect opportunity. If he let it slip by and the time came when he recovered, or grew even stronger, then he himself was destined to become the devoured, like a poisonous insect.

“Do you know Xia Bo, the master of the Crimson Lotus Dojo?” Shinji looked at the kneeling, howling Xia Bo and asked.

From Dos’s eyes, I caught a trace of disdain. He offered me little conversation, launching his attack skill, “Vampiric Frenzy,” without preamble.

According to the intelligence Feng Wuxie had sent back, half of Lou Xingluo’s spies had already fallen into Prince Yan’s hands. Now, in Yan State, she was likely restricted, which allowed Prince Yan to act without constraint.

Hearing this, Zhou Tian was shaken to the core. Could they be talking about Master Fang Jinnan? When he last saw his master, he had indeed been charred all over, and Zhou Tian had mistaken it for a lightning strike.

“Has something happened to Chenyun?” Jiang said anxiously. After all, in these past days, he had come to regard Chenyun as a true friend.

“Taiyi, by seniority I should call you Senior Brother, but your actions today are shameful. I will not let you have your way, nor will I allow Senior Brother Xia Yi to come to any harm,” Yan Wu said to Taiyi.

No one noticed that, not long after Lian You and Xiao Mengke left, several figures quietly slipped away from the plaza, heading in the same direction.

“Shinji’s Dark Crow is not only astonishingly fast, its reflexes are equally impressive. Now that contestant Taiyi has lost two of his elves, which one will he choose next?” the commentator explained.

“Hmph! You think you can force me to attack at the exact moment Cloyster breaks through the ice? Shinji, you’re too naïve,” Liu Bo thought as he watched Shinji.

“This is unnecessary,” he said with a smile. Seeing Cai Lin’s smile, Xiao Ding nodded in agreement; after all, he was always pleased with Xiao Yan’s meticulousness.

Shi Hao swept his twin wings, unleashing a tremendous force upon the giant spider. The spider stared in horror at the immense Roc wings bearing down, only to be struck and sent plummeting downward.

Hearing these words, Huang Yue could not help but walk to the mirror for a look. One moment of time travel, and in the blink of an eye, she’d inexplicably aged ten years.

They were searching for a new location so they could disperse Li Rulong’s forces, creating a pincer formation. That way, if anything happened, they could support each other.

Everyone present was stunned. To experience it three times—no, even once—was more than any of them had dared hope for in their lifetimes.

“Not home yet?” Bai Majun asked, noticing the noise on the other end. He glanced at the clock—it was already half past eleven at night.

“Amitabha, please, both benefactors, be seated.” Only then did Xiuyuan gesture for the two to sit and talk.

Wu Wang claimed to be in seclusion, but in fact, he was not. He had likely already left Great Compassion Temple. As for his reason, only he knew.

Cao Yue did not inquire further. He surmised that Feng Feng’s family had its problems, but it was not his place to pry.

Damn you, Muldon. If I ever get the chance, I’ll kill you myself. Rusty clenched his fist tightly, then drained his cup in one swallow.

Loquacious as ever, Le Zhengxuan began to berate her imperial brother for worrying about the wrong person, wearing an expression that said, “It’s all your fault.”

And yet, he never forgot his mission or the purpose of this journey—to pursue that woman, Tereya.

So, Pu Yuzi doesn’t blame me? Thinking thus, her anxious heart finally calmed.

She did not know when the embroidered handkerchief in her grasp had become so crumpled. Her gently bitten lips revealed her nervousness, and though she tried to hide it, joy shone plainly in her eyes.

According to Sikong Ye’s explanation, it was clear that a mysterious organization was closely monitoring the movements of the Four Sects and Three Clans across the Outer Heaven Continent. And this force was not weak—for the black-clad man had managed to suppress both Sikong Ye and Ye Tianling, two grandmasters of the Heavenly Dao, single-handedly.