Chapter 59: The Voice-Recording Gu

"He's my friend. What do you intend to do?"
"How about letting your friend accompany us for a while? What do you think?"
The thief sneered coldly as he spoke.
At that moment, a murderous aura surged through Qin Yu's entire being, and the thief could instantly sense a bone-chilling cold enveloping him, causing him to shudder involuntarily.

...

Hao Jun suddenly felt something was off. Why did his words carry the air of 'all under heaven belongs to the king'? It was as if this world was governed by them, so they dared not incite chaos lightly.
Cui Ruoyan's remark was spot-on. Ever since the Seven Sects and Five Clans had schemed to seize the Lu family's coastal salt fields, Lu Jin had harbored deep wariness and resentment toward them. That was why, upon hearing Cui Ruoyan's haughty words, he had retorted with such icy sarcasm.
Having lost the strength of his left arm, yet still able to use his right fist, Master Miao leapt up, striking toward Young Master Jiang's temple.
Zhou Hong, who had fallen from his horse, had no chance to dodge. Yang Zheng's palm nearly flattened him into a meat patty—after all, Zhou Hong had thrown a lit grenade and a landmine to blow him up.
Only then did Richard come to his senses. He stepped forward, pointed at the spinning wheel, and set it spinning at high speed. The pointer swept over the segments one by one before gradually coming to a stop.

...

Since exchanging phone numbers with Kirino Takasaka last weekend, Xia You had been quite anxious, unsure of what she might be up to.
"The component in blood rain—but doesn’t the air usually contain traces of blood rain as well?" Xue Ning was puzzled as to why Silver Eyes Gray would place such importance on mere blood rain.
"Sword Thirteen," Richard whispered, drawing his sword in a slow arc. It wasn't that he didn't wish to use a more powerful technique; rather, Bloodless Cliff's blade left him barely enough time to react. Sword Thirteen was already his limit.
Li Xunhuan hurriedly turned to look outside the courtyard. If he caught even one more glimpse of Lin Shiyin, he feared he would not be able to stop his tears.
The Tubo general looked at Xie Taichen in astonishment, hesitated for a moment, then faithfully translated his words for the Tubo marshal.
As the words fell, a black box rose from the swirling water—a box, just as the Sage Huang Dan had described.
The moment Qin Ziyun landed, Yu Zhengdao knelt once more, his expression showing even greater reverence toward Qin Ziyun.
"Mom, if I have time this weekend, I’ll come home to see you," Shang Xin replied. He felt a pang in his heart, for in his previous life, at this age, he had always stayed at home and had never been apart from his parents for so long.
Sitting at the bedside, Canaan steadied himself, gazed at the altar in his mind, and whispered, "Sacrifice!"
The last time this person had summoned the gluttonous beast, it had nearly destroyed his territory, and his own life had been hanging by a thread.

...

Only then did Chunhong pinch her nose reluctantly and approach Hao Hongque, bowing respectfully.
The bald man hadn’t reacted at all. By the time he struggled to his feet and looked again at the terrifying Chen Feng, his heart was filled with nothing but fear.
Chen Lingfeng and Mu Yang exchanged a tacit glance, agreeing to leave the topic for now. Chen Lingfeng rose and returned to his seat in the first row.
As they fought, Qin Ziyun couldn’t dodge the golden-armored man’s attacks every time. Each blow that landed felt as if his body were splitting apart, a fierce pain coursing through him.
A massive golden axe appeared out of nowhere, its blade tearing through the air and splitting it in two.
Others who wanted to kill him had to consider Ying Zheng, but Wu Hao did not. In fact, Ying Zheng treated him rather well, so the one he feared most was Wu Hao.
"Hmph! Compared to my life, what does any of that matter?" Lord of the Clouds snorted coldly, channeled all his inner strength, and fled into the distance.
At that time, rumors swirled throughout Great Chen. Prince Yueyang, Chen Shushen, knew well the reasons behind it all, yet he couldn’t bear to let go. He was unwilling to cast off the Dragon Key—the root of all troubles—and instead clung to it ever tighter, treating it as the last hope to save Great Chen.