Volume One Chapter 95: Let's Get a Divorce!

“Behave yourself!” Bian Xunzhou’s jaw was taut, his eyes shadowed and cold. He gripped her firmly, pushing her into the car.

Wen Xuyu paid him no heed; she was utterly averse to being touched by a man at that moment. She pushed him away, intent on getting out.

But Bian Xunzhou blocked the passenger door, barring her path. His fingers tightened around the door handle as he faced the “hysterical” woman before him, his voice low and hoarse.

“Wen Xuyu, calm down first!”

On the empty beach, his roar was carried by the sea breeze, drilling into Wen Xuyu’s ears. She half-tilted her head, looking up at the tall man before her, and suddenly sighed, her voice weak and drained.

“Bian Xunzhou, let’s…”

When the monstrous beast fell, Jiang Shi breathed a quiet sigh of relief, but the burly man beside him was drenched in cold sweat, terrified beyond words. Facing a beast’s imminent attack, who could remain unshaken? Gazing at the blood-soaked corpse sprawled upon the ground, he felt his legs begin to give out beneath him.

Information about Yan University was easy to collect. It was, after all, a nationally renowned CUAA powerhouse, and Ouyang Heng’s global reputation meant that gathering his combat footage and battle data was no difficult task.

To be honest, by the standards of any physician, his weakness lay in diagnosis, but once the symptoms were determined, prescribing a formula presented no real challenge.

Records about Buddha Burial Island were scarce, passed down mostly by word of mouth, yet it was universally acknowledged as the true cradle of Buddhist inheritance.

“Shut your jinxed mouth!” Unlike Ye Zi, he loathed these short, stunted fellows from the bottom of his heart.

In the heart of the valley, the magical energy grew denser and denser, coalescing into a force so terrifying that even the most fearless divine creatures felt their courage waver. No longer did they madly charge toward the valley’s center; instead, they began to turn and flee.

The others nodded as well. Trust in Lin Xinyue kept them from pressing further, and they focused on regulating their breaths.

The private who had died trying to rescue Old K—these people blamed his sacrifice on themselves.

“Tongtian League,” Luo Yu muttered coldly to himself. There was no need for further speculation; it was clear who was behind this. Yet this time, a vague sense of foreboding crept over him.

“Does it still hurt?” Sensing the sudden pain in Xiao Legong’s voice, Su Qianyu immediately turned, her expression tense with worry.

The wooden dummy remained split cleanly in two. Ye Chen ran his hand along the smooth cut, scarcely able to believe such perfection could be achieved with an axe—it was nothing short of a divine weapon.

“My friend, I may need your help,” Su Li said, his eyes fixed on the vial in Bess’s arms.

“Sorry, I really don’t feel pain,” Su Li replied with a faint smile. The next moment, endless dark energy surged out from the void.

The shopkeeper cared nothing for such things—for him, there was no reason to forgo easy profit. He’d witnessed Ye Chen’s appetite before; as long as Ye Chen paid, the boss would gladly serve up meals fit for a thousand, not batting an eye.

The God of Order used an energy avatar to communicate with the cosmic deities beyond, exchanging intelligence until both sides fully understood the events that had transpired.

Gazing at the new talent’s name and description on his attribute panel, Su Li chuckled softly to himself.

But in the very next moment, before the heavy weapons could be brought to bear, more than a dozen assassins behind the captain were sent flying, their bodies slamming into the rugged rock wall.

Just as he was about to step through the door, Cai Honglei broke free from Bai Fei’s grip with all his might, a desperate look of longing for death on his face.

Bai Fei now understood what Old Master Lü had meant—it was nothing more than the harsh truth he’d spoken before everyone last time.

Not to mention that ten million points equaled ten thousand virtue and vice points; the abundant experience alone restored his cultivation to the Martial Master realm, making his oppressive mood lighten somewhat.

He quickly realized this might be a beauty trap set by the Neon Nation, aiming to use it as leverage to force him to surrender the medicinal formula.

Li Jun spoke calmly, but his words had barely left his lips when a sharp arrow whistled through the air, embedding itself in his brow.

Today, Mu Bingtong wore a rather conservative long dress, hiding her snow-white, porcelain-like skin. Her doll-like face was free of makeup, giving her such a tender appearance that she might have been mistaken for a minor—no wonder no one approached her.

On one side, parents and teachers were locked in a fierce struggle for fame and fortune, or worn out by the daily grind of life; on the other, children were told to be indifferent to fame, to strive for their ideals.

Li Guihua knew that though Wang Dali was frail, his spirit was strong; he would never willingly kneel before so many. So she knelt in his place, pleading for a chance at life, promising that when they had the means, they would redeem their house and never occupy public resources forever.

No sooner had her words fallen than a hundred heavenly soldiers entangled with a thousand others here, and without waiting for Tian Peng’s command, they struck directly at the purple light.

The attacks of the Four Sages and Bai Li Xuan’s “Return All Things to Chaos” were locked in a stalemate, each neutralizing the other, neither side prevailing.

Wang Guozhong felt both flattered and overwhelmed, too embarrassed to refuse, so he sat down.

“Grandma, stay here for a while longer. Once we’ve thanked that young man, I’ll take you out to see the sights—there’s no shortage of fun in the capital.” Li Lanjiang, always one for lively company and open-minded, her cheerful, round figure the happy result of a life well-fed.

Chu Tianming was on the verge of tears, a rising terror gripping his heart. No matter what he said, no one believed him; everyone thought he was mad and had him bound.

The gravel flowed beneath his feet and the wind whipped his cloak. Nizhi’s expression changed abruptly; without hesitation, he heaved the corpse he was carrying over his shoulder like a sack, flinging it behind him as his waist twisted, planting one foot and lashing out with the other like a whip.

Meanwhile, his teammates’ touch and coordination had indeed been forged on the court. After the first period, although Chen Yu still had to drive the offense and bolster the defense, his teammates, through his orchestration, managed to keep the score close.

Since that incident nine years ago, the city seemed unchanged. The scars left by the flames had been erased from the streets, but the wounds carved into people’s hearts were not so easily healed.

He had promised not to tell anyone else, but now that his grandfather had asked, he saw no reason to hide it any longer and, without hesitation, sold out his third uncle.