Lure the snake out of its hole

The thick fog vanished at the fastest speed, and judging from the other party’s frantic haste, it was nothing short of a rout. The paper figure at Ji Ningzhao’s window let out a shrill scream before spontaneously combusting without any fire; in moments, it was reduced to nothing but a pile of ashes. The extinguished lamp in the room lit up again, and as the fog receded, Ji Ningzhao saw that the moonlight was especially bright that night. The entire Deer Cliff Village became strikingly clear, so she simply blew out her lamp.

The little dragon seemed rather listless.

The two generals led their soldiers into battle; Zhang Liangchou and Li Yuan challenged the enemy, with Zheng Fei commanding a battalion to support them. Each man led a battalion of heavy cavalry, forming into a square formation and charging directly into the enemy ranks. Li Yuan struck down Chen Ying before his horse, and Bao Long perished amid the chaos of battle. Among the three thousand troops, more than half surrendered, some scattered, and only a few dozen managed to flee back to the city.

Gu Zhuoyan’s words did make some sense—indeed, if she were to demand a separate room right after returning, who knows what rumors would spread throughout the Gu family by tomorrow.

On the council’s side, the Minister of Public Security, Luman Grede—Su Yu’s superior—faced the camera and solemnly declared, “Our Department of Public Security will do everything in its power to cooperate with all relevant departments to roll out AI Blue Whale.”

Immediately, the Explosive Scale Dragon brothers took to the sky, dropping egg-shaped, crimson-glowing scales toward the Frostwing Gale Dragon below.

Since Qin Sifan had said as much, the Thunder Dragon asked no further questions, glided a short distance, then landed safely before swiftly making its way toward the Star Base.

“Outsider, get out of our plane!” The black dragon’s eyes blazed with fury, and its thunderous voice echoed across the sky.

Huo Yuhao was not angered by being stopped; instead, he drew from his pocket the red Tang Sect identity token Tang Yanbing had given him and handed it to the gatekeeping disciple.

As a trace of purple-gold light flashed, a golden vertical eye quietly appeared on Tang Yanbing’s forehead, its golden glow swirling like stars in a deep galaxy, unfathomable and mysterious.

She couldn’t help but recall what her nemesis had once told her: that she would become the ultimate victor.

With that, the video conference ended. Manina and the others, harboring their own thoughts, went off to their respective affairs.

It had been half a month since I became involved in this matter. Now that everything was suddenly resolved, I found myself at a loss. Standing at the hospital entrance, watching Su Mei’s departing figure, I stood dazed for a long while before smacking my forehead.

Before long, Liu Qiang, carrying his mother on his back, met up with Yang Feng at the temple gate. The two activated their superpowers and dashed off rapidly in the same direction.

If it merged with the ghost ship, the vessel’s overall performance would be enhanced to some extent—especially its affinity for yin-type energies and soul power.

Yan Xier’s expression changed again and again. What Jiang Wanyi had said before did not affect her much, but when the prince was mentioned, Yan Xier could no longer contain herself.

Their cultivation may not match the might of Yin Jiuyou and Ao Wushuang, but compared to most cultivators on the Celestial Spirit Continent, they were still exceedingly formidable.

Nu Qiang was not truly worried about Nu Motou seizing power from her; she was simply jealous that the other’s prestige had surpassed her own.

The middle-aged Daoist clearly already knew what had happened. His eyes blazed with furious fire as he glared at the white-robed cultivator.

She was indeed very fortunate; she had only found it while gathering firewood near the camp. Though it was a fine thing, Long Xiangtian merely shook his head.

Jiang Wanyi smiled faintly but said nothing more. Liu Qi realized that if she wanted to turn her weaknesses into strengths, she would have to seek out the assassin—for only then could she truly better herself.

By the two men’s sides, the phantom figures of the Candle Dragon and the Giant Bear were locked in a relentless struggle. Yet, upon closer observation, it was clear the Candle Dragon held the upper hand.

Xiao Ji pursed his lips, cleared his throat awkwardly, and cast a sidelong glance at Feng Fenghua. “Always making a fuss over nothing!” Then, turning away, he gracefully floated down, picked up his broom, and quietly resumed sweeping the ground.