Volume 1, Chapter 44: Water Flows Beneath the Bridge (Part II)

Fear is one thing, but what must come will come. Escaping solves nothing; only by forging ahead to face and fight can one survive in this world.

The gray-furred mouse spoke up: "Who said this filthy cockroach is with me?" Liu Jingshui turned back, pouting. "It must be, otherwise why would it appear with you?" Dong Zhanyun’s mind struggled to keep up.

At that moment, a rhythmic series of footsteps echoed clearly through the vast auction hall.

"I can sense Meng Lou's presence from a hundred meters away; anywhere he stays carries that glacier-like stillness." Yelosa’s heart hammered wildly. She took a deep, forced breath, gathered her courage, and pressed the doorbell firmly.

On Mount Wudang, inside the Zixiao Palace, Daoist Master Daoxuan paced the room. The dim oil lamp stretched his shadow long against the wall. Outside, snowflakes drifted down while the biting wind howled, accompanied by the creaking of swaying doors and windows.

Liu Lingshan returned to the bar, and shortly after, Fei Liangyan followed. Liu Lingshan felt a secret sense of relief; she was glad she had returned early, or she wouldn't have known how to explain it to him.

The peaceful resolution of the Laiyang uprising not only prevented heavy casualties among the farmers but also caused the people of the Jiaodong Peninsula to truly recognize and accept the New Shandong Army.

"I suspect Britain, Russia, and Japan surely failed to get what they wanted from the Southern Government, and now that they can't do anything about them, they’ve turned to make trouble for us," analyzed Minister of War Duan Qirui.

Deafening roars exploded within the space. Chen Yi appeared like a nightmare, roiling malice seeping through him and enveloping his entire body. A thunderous lightning and an infernal fire, two extreme elements, churned within him, tearing great gashes into the very fabric of the space.

Peng Shuo listened to these words, his throat dry. Whenever he thought of his mother’s vengeance, he felt self-reproach and frustration. If a man could not kill his enemies with his own hands, what meaning did his life hold?

Under the director’s focus, the camera remained almost exclusively on Xu Zihuai’s Graves for this duration.

It is said that some unstable provinces have it worse. From time to time, giant, ten-meter-long monstrous birds swoop overhead. The danger is secondary; the real nightmare is the bird droppings—massive globs falling from the sky. It’s one thing to hit the ground, but to be hit by one is a literal nightmare.

People like Wang Qiang and Zhao Hu will eventually be dealt with by the heavens; they will meet their retribution. He urged Zhuang Yan that if he encountered such things again, it would be better to swallow his pride than to get entangled with such people. As long as he was unharmed, that was all that mattered.

"Haha, is that so? Take another look at who I am." Lady Jingfeng turned, and her face shifted into that of Song Qiuya, her voice carrying a sharp, dual-toned quality.

Yet, a momentary lapse is the difference between life and death. Bai Lin even had the feeling that it wasn't just him who wanted to kill his opponent, but the Summoning Codex system—or perhaps the entire space-time continuum—that demanded their deaths. Otherwise, mere attribute reduction could never fundamentally break their flawless, unified offense and defense.

"You were the ones who wanted to fight, so I fought you back." Zhuang Yan knelt at the threshold as a gesture of respect, but he did not believe he was in the wrong.

Exchanging a glance, they secretly steeled themselves, deciding to stop at nothing to trick Zhuang Yan and kick him out of the game.

Meanwhile, an airship drifted slowly from the west toward the sky above the East China Sea. On board, dozens of Eastern mages dressed in various robes stood ready. Nearly half were old Daoists with long beards, alongside several monks with scars on their heads from incense burns.

Once this flame started to burn, it became unstoppable. As a brilliant student of Gryffindor, Aifeiya was immediately surrounded by everyone, leaving him sweating profusely.

Yang Fei took a deep breath, gazing at the lush green mountains and clear waters before him, feeling an indescribable sense of refreshment from the cool breeze.

However, watching Yang Fei’s ambiguous, half-smiling expression, she tried her best to suppress the surging emotions in her chest.

Forget it, let it be. Good or bad, if it cannot be seen clearly now, then don't look. If good and evil cannot be distinguished, then trust no one. The most important thing currently is to improve his own elemental power; the rest is insignificant.

A massive stone seemed to press down on everyone. Some sailors, unable to withstand the physical pain and mental exhaustion, began to scream shrilly, their voices filled with despair.

Standing in the distance watching the two fight, blue and blood-red lights flickered in the sky.

At this moment, the scene fell into silence. Li Lei, as a member of the Dragon Squad, possessed immense power, which meant the strength of the Dragon Squad had greatly increased—a development that delighted everyone.

Hugo stepped forward and picked up the parchment. For some reason, as he held the scroll, his heart began to race, as if it were tied to some monumental secret.

A smile blossomed on her surprised face, outshining the night. She softly turned her lithe body and stepped onto another lake rock, gliding through the air as gracefully as a sprig of heather lifted by the breeze.

Xiao Qian had tried to advise Liu Jian, but with little effect. Liu Jian now had more than just her as a consort, and Huang Chunzhi was already pregnant with a royal heir.

"This brute!" Xiahou Dun’s face darkened. If that drunkard hadn't acted so recklessly earlier, he wouldn't have been in such a sorry state. He really dared to say such things.

"No, the situation here is a bit complicated..." Mu Yanzu looked conflicted, not knowing how to explain it to Shijian Xuan.

Before Lu Mian and Xiao Qimo, the image of a smelly old man, grinning foolishly and lacking any shred of seriousness, drifted into view.

However, a powerful aura constantly stimulated her brain. Yao Fu let out a cold snort and slammed Zhou Chunfeng heavily against the wall. A dent appeared in the wall at that moment, demonstrating the sheer force of Yao Fu’s throw.