Chapter 129: Securing the Candidates First (Second Update)

Yun Shuang was stunned by Jiang Xiao’s sudden declaration. She stared at him in shock, and it took a long while for her to find her voice. "This... is a bit sudden, isn't it?"

"It is not." Jiang Xiao’s voice was slightly hoarse. He had held this thought ever since the day he decided to face the feelings in his heart. Conversely, he could not understand why the woman before him was so hesitant. It was the best way he could think of to express his...

Zu Yao made one final leap while clinging to the body of the water dragon. The scales, coated in viscous fluid, caused his feet to slip, and he nearly fell. Fortunately, his reflexes were sharp; he drove his sharp Tornado Axe into the dragon’s back as if it were an ice pick.

This powerful uppercut left even Miyamoto Musashi, who was standing nearby, feeling astonished. Even he could not deliver an uppercut of such magnitude, or rather, his own fists did not possess that level of destructive power. The mere thought of being hit by such a blow made him involuntarily swallow hard.

If the cat-faced old woman truly possessed such abilities, she would not have spent days pestering Su Mei’s household only to end up sending her grandparents to the hospital.

I, of course, did not remain idle. I followed the path Zhou Feng had taken during his pursuit, walking straight ahead. The incense stick in my hand was still trailing thin wisps of smoke, but as soon as I stepped through the dilapidated gate, the flame went out.

"Never has a match seen such a situation. The first fifty seconds were as if nothing had happened at all—two evenly matched opponents—" Wu Guobin could hardly believe that someone could engage in such an unconventional match with Hoya.

Watching him pull out the money, the young master with the gold chain took advantage of the split second of distraction to slip away like an eel. Before Luo Shixun could react, the man had opened the door, and four men in black suits, looking like mobsters, stormed into the massage parlor.

After his memories fully returned, Zhang Fengyun often felt that the chaotic world was truly miraculous, always offering him new surprises.

Because it was impossible to tell who was human and who was a ghost, I was once again conscripted by Zhou Feng. In truth, even if Zhou Feng had tried to drive me away at that moment, I would not have left.

He might have been able to welch on a debt to someone else, but he dared not do so with Lin Ling’s. If Master Cheng found out, he would be lucky to escape with his life.

Yuan Xi was speechless. Ignorance truly is fearless; ten men like Black Tower were no match for him, yet a person like this wanted him to tag along?

"Could that monkey be hungry, too? Did it go back to eat? Or was it tempted by my fruit!" Long Yang wondered, finishing the last bite of the fruit in his hand.

Could it be for that matter? A sudden flash of lightning streaked across his mind, and his face turned even paler. He gripped the hilt of his sword tighter. If it truly were for that matter, and the opponent used his mother as a threat, what was he to do?

What did he intend to do? Yang You slowly stood up, his figure dissolving into ripples as he vanished from the spot, leaving only a faint remark echoing in the air.

Immediately following, a resonant voice boomed, and a figure, accompanied by an ethereal aura, swept in and pulled Wang Xiyue away.

Chen Yanyu turned Xu Jiangnan’s head back to face her. Composing her expression, she spoke softly, "In the three years I’ve spent in the palace—setting aside the distant past—I spent ten years by Aunt Shen’s side. I have seen too many people. The more sincere their smiles, the deeper the blade they bury in your back in the end."

The rising sun illuminated the horn-eagle’s metallic, gleaming beak as it dove downward. Li Siguang glared with wide eyes and clenched his fists. Even knowing that flesh and blood could hardly withstand such an attack, he was determined to show that the students of the Nameless Academy were not to be trifled with. From the moment he had leapt from the wooden tower onto its back, he had long since cast aside all regard for life and death.

Puff! A snowflake landed before Long Yang, shattering into fragments. But this did not catch Long Yang’s attention; he remained lost in thought, consumed by his own regrets.