25. Wild Fury

She then turned her head away with an arrogant air, her long black hair whipping through the air with a forceful snap that struck the "cannon fodder" blocking her path and sent him tumbling to the ground. Glaring at the male student, she marched toward the teaching building with a ferocious momentum.

"Shouldn't your business be finished by now?" Chen Cao finally turned his face, gazing at the Nine-Faced Smiling Fox sitting in the corner. His scarlet eyes remained fixed on him, a smile perpetually etched on his face, as if the smile he had shared with Rodney moments ago had never faded.

However, the Dragon King spat out a blade of sword energy, slicing the shrimp clan commander in two in an instant.

Yet at this moment, Princess Yuxi looked at Tang You'er’s utterly puzzled expression with total indifference. On the contrary, she suddenly began to sigh at her.

Closing the video, Chen Cao lit a cigarette and remained silent. Zhou Hongye sat to the side, chin resting in his hands, staring blankly at the computer as the room filled with swirling smoke.

The boy-king, with various leaves flashing across his brow, having merged with the other boys, also took to the air. He faced Wu Fan head-on, and green talismans began to appear on his face. These talismans emitted a faint green glow, giving his features a bizarre, eerie appearance.

Upon hearing the Empress Dowager’s insistence, the Emperor said no more. He simply nodded to the Grand Steward, Lin Chengdong, who immediately turned and personally brought over a large golden nanmu armchair, placing it in the center of the grand hall and inviting the Empress Dowager to take her seat in the middle.

"Good, it’s settled then. I think Young Master Zhou is very suitable for the role. Young Master Zhou, you have no objections, do you?" Zhou Bai asked.

Based on what he knew, even without attending school, if he just focused his efforts on targeting television shows and movies he knew would become hits, achieving fame would be as easy as turning over one's hand.

Besides, a ghost is a ghost—composed of all sorts of chaotic, negative emotions and energy. I don't want to be contaminated; if I have to choose, I only recognize Li Ying.

I let out a long breath, feeling unexpectedly relaxed. This is for the best, isn't it? You don't have to be sad anymore, don't have to feel uncomfortable in your heart. You won't hold onto a single shred of fantasy anymore; you can give up completely. Isn't this wonderful?

According to Wu Lei's speculation, even without using the Investiture of the Gods, Feng Qingyang's Primordial Phantom Eye would likely find it difficult to influence him now.

"Considering I cannot let you lose an arm at such a young age, I haven't the heart to amputate it for you. Since this arm has developed a problem, we shall simply heal it; it is nothing difficult," Bai Jing said in a joking tone.

Still, I crouched down and gently pressed my finger to the artery in the neck. There was no pulse, and the temperature was already dropping. It was stone dead.

Brother Kai said with a feigned helpless expression, his right hand slowly reaching into his chest, where a dagger was hidden.

"Ancestress, the imperial physician has finished checking the Gege's pulse. Should I call him in to report?" Suma entered and said softly.

Old Man Mu nodded, seemingly intentional and yet casual: "I was never here today. No need to see me out." Before the words had faded, his figure flickered and vanished.

Xuan Feilun immediately let go, his expression darkening further as he turned his head away, appearing to be in a huff.

As Lu Qingyu retreated, he felt a secret shock. This was terrible; he had actually let these three beasts turn the tables on him. If he had known, he should have struck hard from the very beginning and not given them a chance to counterattack.

"Does the Second Imperial Brother wish to compete again?" someone nearby asked. Chu Qingning let out a hearty laugh, waving a hand in refusal. "No, I cannot afford to lose such a significant wager again." It was a surprisingly candid admission.

Shi Fu had been dizzyingly overwhelmed by Lu Qingyu’s endless array of techniques—the Ethereal Blade, the Phoenix Tyrant Strike, and the Shadow Step. None were easy to handle, so when he saw Lu Qingyu unleash a new move, he was startled and immediately changed direction, desperate to escape the range of Lu Qingyu’s strike.

"Dongfang Yi, I went to sleep very late last night. You bastard, how dare you call me!" Young Master Huai’s angry voice rang out.

"You!" Upon hearing Dongfang Yi’s words, Luo Yixuan’s face turned from red to pale, and her eyes gradually reddened. Tears welled up in her lids but did not fall, as if accusing Dongfang Yi of being heartless.

"Can you tell me the direction to the surface?" It was clear no more information could be gleaned from Neliel, and Miyano did not intend to waste more time; he needed to leave this harsh forest of Menos Grande first.

I told myself that even if they were enemies, I must believe in them without hesitation. "I cannot... betray my benefactor..." Mumu thought to herself. Those thoughts were like sugar melting in her heart—sweet, yet cloying and heavy.

Long Feiyu smiled and untied her apron, then took a bottle of red wine from the side cabinet. She walked over to light some candles, then went to turn off the room’s lights.

In truth, Sun Hongying knew that if they had truly been dueling, she would have been defeated in the very first round. However, this was no longer a test of physical skill against Yue Longtian, but had subtly shifted into a competition of techniques.

The shorter youth’s face turned ashen, while the other’s face was red as a date. Seeing this, the others burst into laughter.

Sure enough, the moment the sea of fire behind Lin Xiu vanished, the temperature of the entire palace plummeted, making the hair on everyone’s skin stand on end.

He did not know how long he had walked, but feeling tired, he sat down. Strangely, his posture was odd; he sat cross-legged with his eyes tightly closed, unaware that at that moment, a wisp of purple flame from the surrounding sea of fire was slipping into his crown.

"Understood." After agreeing, Longze Meiji let go of Lei’s arm and went to the travel bag, taking out a Type 92 pistol and three magazines and throwing them into the bag. Then, she took out a police baton and added it as well; after all, Longze Meiji was more comfortable using cold weapons.

"I apologize, I was merely making a suggestion, I did not force you to believe my words." After Li Xin finished speaking, he ignored the man, for the matter was settled. The wine pot had been auctioned for ten million, and the middle-aged man felt a sense of regret.

Shortly after, Wu Jie took the Spirit-Shaking Hoe from the greenhouse and placed it on the vehicle.