26 The Second Person

It could neither be absorbed nor dispersed, so there was no choice but to leave it in the summoning space.

Ye Wudao gazed at the vast river and sighed; if only he had his submarine here. But he knew better than to dwell on it—bringing a submarine into the country would be social suicide.

The young man addressed as Young Master Yang cupped his hands toward Li Hentian and Li Xuchen, his expression filled with trepidation.

In the distance, Dr. Qu had already arrived. The ancestral ritual hall of Kong Town was packed with townsfolk; those who had not contracted the strange illness were there, while those afflicted had been gathered together. Kong Hang, Zhong Guang, and Bu Rong were all present, busy beyond measure.

"Clang! Clang!" In the heat of the clash at the entrance, the timely arrival of the Demon Lord served as a reassurance to the Bull-Headed General and his troops. With clear strategic intelligence updating in their minds in real-time, their morale surged, and they engaged the first wave of the Crocodile Demon King’s onslaught.

The attendees gathered around, eyes wide, watching as the workers transported the stones and began the process of cutting them open.

These legendary items were not easily obtained. Even if the four True Monarchs possessed one or two, they were precious beyond measure, and they would never part with them lightly.

This was a Dharma Form, inheriting the supreme peak of Pangu’s strength and radiating energy that transcended that of a Saint.

Just then, the masked figure lifted another intact car from the roadside and hurled it at Ye Wudao once more.

Even Nangong Man, who was far away in the capital and deep in secluded meditation, felt his scalp tingle upon hearing the news. After all, he wasn't even certain he could defeat those whom Ye Wudao had slain single-handedly, let alone survive a coordinated siege.

The Crown Prince followed Prince Kang submissively. However, both his gaze and Hong Luan’s fell to the ground, where traces of something not quite wiped clean—perhaps handwriting—remained right between the sisters Liu Xiu and Liu Zhen.

Zhou Youmei walked over to the wine rack, took a bottle of Zhou Jin’s private collection, and grabbed a glass. She filled it and drank, glass after glass.

Ye Zheng knew that with the Great River and Sister Fang there, Tang Tang was safe for the time being. Yet, for some reason, he felt a lingering sense of unease. Only when the light in her room flickered on did he finally set his mind at ease.

The black shadow reappeared, engulfing the crazed raccoon and forming a sphere of darkness. Less than two breaths later, a flaming black shadow emerged, charging forward while brandishing a frying pan.

Transmitting internal energy is a delicate technical craft; if done poorly, the two types of true energy will repel each other, risking an explosion at any moment. Improper methods could also lead to a massive loss of energy or damage the recipient's meridians.

Da Niu lowered her head, silent. Ever since she arrived at Hong Luan’s courtyard that morning, she had sensed that something was wrong, which prompted her question. Since Hong Luan wouldn't say, she decided not to press further.

If Kai Sa were to be interviewed by reporters, he would be the first to declare Manchester United’s victory and stir up the fans. Liverpool was riding roughshod over them; why on earth should they show restraint? The national team was one thing—Gerrard and Lampard couldn't even coexist there! In the end, even Scholes had to sacrifice himself. What kind of nonsense was that?

The Western Qin was currently fraught with danger. If he truly went back, it would be difficult to avoid being schemed against. There is a saying: as long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood to burn.

The officials’ memorials today had once again infuriated the tyrant. With a wave of his hand, the documents scattered across the floor, and Gongsun Youbai was forced to stoop his aged back to pick them up one by one.

Although she had been a beggar for some time, she had not been born one. So, as long as she could preserve her life and find safety, she was perfectly willing to part with her gold and silver—nothing was more important than life itself. That was the last thing her parents had told her as they clung to a tree branch during the great flood.

JR Smith was truly a newborn calf unafraid of the tiger; he showed no fear of Sun Zhuo whatsoever. He didn't seem like a rookie at all, possessed of immense self-confidence and super-human dunking ability. If the right opportunity arose, a poster dunk over Sun Zhuo was not beyond the realm of possibility.

"Does that mean every solar system has an 'Earth'? And those 'Earths' could be considered parallel worlds, where there might even be another me?" Chu Ci asked gravely.

Seeing this, Mu Qingqing pondered that if she could secure the help of the Elder of Descending Heaven, it would be far better than relying on Gong Yue.

This phenomenon was eerie, as if the puppet soldiers had truly been imbued with emotion and will.

Bai Ye took a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes. With a slight shift of his thoughts, the Shura transformed into a wooden box and landed on the ground.

"I didn't expect our accommodations here at the Heavenly Martial Sect to be so luxurious. I thought we’d be lucky to get a few guest rooms," a student from Qingyun Academy remarked, looking at the courtyard with amazement.

After a long time, having walked an unknown distance and passed through countless abandoned buildings, they finally caught sight of signs of human life.

Yang Fang greeted the servants with a smile but asked no questions, leading the three of them back to the tile-roofed house deep within the peach orchard.

Zhang Hongyi dragged Wang Zhiyuan to the edge of the arena beside the Wang family estate, dropped him, and then crushed Wang Zhiyuan’s skull with his foot, ending his life.

This was not some desolate wilderness, but the Imperial Heaven City. She no longer feared Bai Ye, and the previous veneer of politeness had vanished without a trace.

"Fine, you think about it. You’d better think clearly, damn it." Zhang Chi pointed at Lin Chen, his saliva nearly spraying onto Lin Chen’s face.

"So what if I’m interested? He isn't interested in me!" Su Hanyun sighed. In truth, she had once considered knocking on Mu Bai’s door the night before, but in the end, she hadn't dared to go through with it.

To think her monthly allowance was only a few taels of silver; in just one day, she had to squander it all, and even that wasn't enough.

"I called you here because I want to touch base on some ideas for tomorrow's meeting," Lin Feng added.