Chapter 35: Claw Marks

"Three of you, wait a moment. Are you disciples of the Yin-Yang Heavenly Sect?"

A voice thundered like a sudden clap of lightning, filled with imposing momentum and profound inner strength.

Yuwen Yue's expression darkened. Remaining calm, he circulated his inner energy and looked toward the source of the voice.

"And who might you be? What are your intentions hiding in the shadows?"

"Please do not blame me..."

"Sorry, this old man couldn't take it and lost his life before I could stop him," Ye Fei said, swaying her slender waist as she stepped to the center of the hall.

With a swift motion, she shed her armor, revealing a sleek, gray-blue one-piece battle suit of the Interstellar Fleet. Then she slid a ring off her finger and tossed it back to Hao Zhi.

Cold Yi forcefully leaned back, flipping the sofa beneath him over. With a swift roll, he leapt behind the overturned furniture, narrowly avoiding the four single-edged swords aimed at him.

Lang Fei, puzzled, continued forward, examining the various statues around him. Each sculpture looked lifelike, as if petrified in stone.

Soon after, Wang Hao called Lin Shihan, telling him to wait a moment as he needed to handle some urgent matters.

Of course, Song Jie’s troubles were far from over. Due to intervention from higher authorities, he was now under custody, and sentencing was only a matter of time. Alongside Lan Yuhan’s case, numerous other illegal acts committed by Song Jie had also been uncovered.

"This cannot be, Cult Leader. If such measures are taken, the Tongtian Sect will surely descend into chaos!" Gu Yuntong said anxiously.

The Law Tree continued voraciously absorbing the forces from the Law Pool. Its trunk and branches grew wildly, while the aura of enlightenment spread ever wider, soon enveloping the entire mountain peak.

Wang Hao’s power was immense. In an instant, upon receiving the prescription from Nanjing for the queen’s treatment, the wall beside him suddenly caved inward, the entire doorway sinking into the wall.

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"Heh, the king is not in his palace to be your puppet, yet he finds leisure to come to the Jade White Pavilion for pleasure. I must say, I admire that," Wan Zhe mocked with disdain.

Choosing ordinary fighters was easier to produce but only effective within the atmosphere. According to standard fighter design, above twenty thousand meters, if they encountered enemy spacecraft or space fighters, they would hardly stand a chance.

Yet all these speculations were just that—speculation. Tang Yi would have to see for himself just how powerful Zuo Qiu truly was.

My grandfather shot a displeased glance at him. Earlier, he had taught that since feudal society had been overthrown, descendants of tomb raiders should no longer engage in grave robbing. Fei Long clearly ignored this.

Xiang Yu wanted nothing more than to kick him down. How could anyone be so reckless in courting danger? The other party was armed with guns; if you stepped into their range, you’d be riddled with bullets.

Honestly, apart from the several tens of thousands in the Feixue Legion, the remaining four hundred thousand viewers in the livestream had no goodwill toward the legion.

Zhang Yi was neither aggressive nor overreaching, which was excellent. It preserved his dignity and spared the four others any embarrassment.

Among those remaining, Tian Mo never imagined there would be another demon. After all, one had appeared and was holding the upper hand. What reason would the others have to remain hidden?

The Electric Matron was about to respond but had wanted Zhang Yi to digest the information first. Alas, it was all unnecessary.

Compared to their respective tasks, communication in the café now was more important. Even if nothing was said, hearing about other departments’ progress was useful.

"This is just the appetizer. Soon, far more powerful beasts will attack. Strategist, you should retreat inside where it’s safer," Song Ming said, eyes fixed on the distance, oblivious even to the strange gleam in Wushuang’s eyes.

Jiang Qixuan fell into deep thought. After hearing the elder’s explanation, he roughly understood what Jiang Liang wanted to hear. The difference between plotting and silencing was that the former meant someone still harbored grudges against the Jiang family, while the latter suggested the enemy might have temporarily abandoned the idea of war.

Duoduo listened in half disbelief. So Pang Zhen had taken him away. The two captains together must be discussing something important. She, too, was determined to inquire further.

The road ahead was long; the priority was finding a safe place to rest. Yang Wei would be interrogated thoroughly in due time. Sooner or later, the truth would come to light.

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Then, Jiang Qixuan grasped Shi Chenglin’s right hand, lifting and lowering it repeatedly, swinging it out and reaching back.

But even if they combed the entire grassland, it would be useless. Besides, the people were currently in the vast desert, not the grasslands.

"Cough, cough..." Gong Jun flipped onto his back, then rolled over and stood up, coughing loudly several times to regulate his breath. Within seconds, he was full of vigor, strength surging anew. "I am growing stronger and stronger."

For a time, the Dan Ding Sect seemed to be celebrating a festival, with fifty to sixty thousand people gathering in the vast courtyard.

Song Xu and Song Tong had both married and started families; Song Tong could never marry Song Xu again.

At the sound of gunfire ahead, Tong Xi, Sikong Nian, Ge Zhengxiang, Dubofu, Ninth Brother, Ai Qingyan, and the others knew that leader Qi Rui had led the Blood Wolf Guerrilla Squad to intercept the enemy. They all received orders to advance at full speed and encircle the invaders.

These are merely my thoughts and guesses based on personal experience and understanding, and what others might think. Without an omniscient perspective, no one can know everything. Take this for reference only.

For those simply climbing upward, their edges worn smooth by reality, letting go might allow the easiest, most receptive posture toward learning and the future. But what is lost? The understanding and display of past and present, the overall grasp of life, and connections with those around us.

Linda glanced at her watch, frowning slightly. The banquet was set for six o’clock in the evening, but the president had yet to arrive, causing her some worry.

Moreover, there were those wealthy debtors who refused to repay. If provoked, they might resist or fight. If she were incompetent and got injured, not only would she suffer losses, but the debts would remain unpaid, and she would become the subject of ridicule.