Chapter 56: Come Up

The hunt began quickly. Even though Murong Yan was reluctant beyond words, it still commenced amidst the pounding of drums. Jiang Jiuyue, standing on the platform, let a faint smile curve her lips.

She walked to Lu Ciying’s side and remarked, “Madam, you truly cut a dashing figure today. Your horsemanship is a sight to behold.”

“One who is already—”

At that moment, an electromagnetic cable suddenly shot out, latching onto the upper space window of the escape pod like a living serpent. Immediately after, Xiao Menglou felt the pod, which had been gliding smoothly through the air, accelerate to its utmost limit.

As the sound grew louder, the snuff bottle began to slosh with water again, but the people, already lost in the song, paid no attention to the rushing flow.

Seeing his opponent draw a weapon, Wang Xuanlong’s nerves went taut. Even with the help of the Dragon Armor, he could not be sure that the Blood Jiao’s long blade would not amplify its own power. If that were true, then the advantage his summoned armor provided would vanish in an instant.

“I’m participating. I’ve already requested that both the German and American navies send their main battleships for the drills—we won’t be an exception,” Chen Ming replied.

Zhou Yuan nodded. Although Yun Feng had won, he’d suffered serious injuries, several soul bones in his chest shattered by Jin Qiong’s palm strike.

After a thunderous roar, all fell silent. Shattered stones littered the asphalt road, thick clouds of dust swirling persistently.

The turtle beast, struck by a giant hand, staggered in midair and nearly fell. It looked ferocious and radiated danger, but after that blow, Cui Feng realized it might not be as fearsome as it seemed.

“We won!” Park Haichao shouted excitedly, his honest, booming voice echoing.

Cui Feng flushed with anger. Never before had anyone provoked him over his physical limitations. If not for the fact that Huang Youqiao meant no insult, he’d have slapped him already.

In a haze, Chen Yi seemed to hear someone calling his name. He struggled to turn his head, unable to open his eyes wide, seeing only the feet of those who approached.

Su Xingchen made no move to hand over the Taiyi Scroll. The two groups stood at a standoff. Suddenly, a vine brushed the demon hound’s tail. Instinctively, the beast turned and bit off the tip of the vine. The rest, as if agitated, lashed out at it with frenzied fury.

Three minutes later, Zhang Ruofeng stopped dribbling. Joy welled up in him—under immense pressure, he had once again found that sense of absolute control from his previous life, achieving the oneness of man and ball.

Meanwhile, Xu Xiuxiu wore a faint, elusive smile, as if a cat toying with a mouse.

By now, it was mid-August, and the heat was unbearable. Fortunately, they’d chosen a coach bus for the return trip. Lin Mu delivered all the students directly to the Beijing Film Academy, handed them over to the school, and finally went home.

“Of course. This was an accident, Han. Trust me, I’ll keep you safe! I won’t let anyone hurt you!” Ni Yuyi said earnestly.

In the high-end cemetery nestled between mountain and water, Yu Li had once joked that her mother, having lived a life of hardship, found her greatest luxury only in her burial plot.

“You—you said just a kiss, and now you want a deposit? What am I supposed to do—kiss you halfway?” Yu Li was exasperated; this person was being deliberately difficult.

Given Ye Qingling’s temperament and looks, it was truly hard to picture her as one of those muscular men lifting barbells and sweating furiously.

“So, Xu Yong owes you money?” Ji Yang brightened at the news. As long as Xu Yong owed Li Zirui, the matter would be easy to resolve.