Chapter Fifty-Three: Long Xingyu, You Truly Are Not a Normal Person

Yue Li was indeed much stronger than Tang Yan. With Elder Yun Chi’s internal energy flowing into him, he regained consciousness in less than half an hour.

Seeing Ning Nuan remain silent, yet gazing at him more boldly and directly, Huo Tinghan actually felt it was somewhat dull.

Ye Xiao Jiao had already prepared her excuse, saying she happened to be in town shopping when she spotted those people from afar, and hurried over to warn everyone.

However, the god responsible for the weather seemed unwilling to forgive her. Less than an hour after she left the boat, a fierce wind suddenly swept across the sky, blotting out the sun so thoroughly it seemed the sun had closed its eyes.

“Fine, I’ll stick with this one!” Mo Ting put back the other bottle. Both were expensive sunscreen sprays with excellent protective effects.

Jun Nuo carried Chu Xin to the bedside, then let her sit in the chair next to the bed. Thoughtfully, he found a chair with a backrest, allowing Chu Xin to rest comfortably.

Remain calm—after all, their achievements are the product of several lifetimes of effort. Why should you surpass them in just a few years?

Wang Yu Yan raised her hand and removed the silver metal mask from her face. Using the smooth inner surface of the mask as a mirror, she caught sight of her own appearance.

At any moment, the violent turbulence beneath the lake surface could be felt—likely the fierce battle of powerful beasts hidden below.

“Please, don’t mention me, Old Sun. I beg you, don’t mention me. It has nothing to do with me, nothing at all,” Old Liu stammered in terror.

Su Yi was renowned for his speed. In this assault, Hong Jun was caught off guard, forced to activate the formation to protect himself, barely managing to withstand Su Yi’s explosive Tiger Fist.

Elder Li began to understand, his face filled with worry. If the Four Demon Kings were truly here, things were far more complicated than they seemed.

One of them turned and ran toward the village in the opposite direction, while the other dashed off in a different direction.

First glance reveals the changing seasons of the human world; second glance shows the fleeting calm and chaos of life; third glance is for drinking today and feasting tomorrow; fourth glance is for hands wandering left and right. In the blink of an eye, it was again the eleventh day of the seventh month—his birthday once more.

After changing clothes, Zi Xuan took out two helmets. We placed them on our heads, locked the door, and went downstairs. I drove the motorcycle, carrying her toward the city center.

“Ugh, so low-level... You knew all along I was stronger than most, so you asked me to help Sister Li, didn’t you?” I asked.

“From the moment you rescued me and Ting Ting, I knew you weren’t ordinary. I thought you might be sent by my family to protect me, but your manner was so lowly, I figured you weren’t one of them. That’s why I invited you to dinner,” Shen Nong Yi Ren replied.

She understood that, although her master had lost his body, it wasn’t difficult for him. He could easily find another vessel and still locate himself—such was the bond between slave and master.

“Alright... I’ll talk!” At this point, Tang Qian Chuan knew he had no other choice. Luckily, he had no family outside, so he needn’t worry about them being threatened.

“Tch, courting death!” Mu Zi Yun shouted, “Triad Secret Art: Arrow of Divine Slaughter!” Building on the Wind Secret’s Formation-Breaking Spear, lightning and fire energies gathered atop it. Mu Zi Yun hurled it swiftly, and as the arrow pierced the forest, it exploded within a breath, uprooting trees in all directions and rolling them outward.

How could it be such a coincidence? He’d met the River God in his dream, who said, in light of his sincerity in helping Zhao Family Village, the village’s accumulated water would recede. Upon waking, the floodwaters had indeed withdrawn.

Those black, beady eyes had been scanning the room since entering, never once landing on him.

King Chen, upon hearing the name Lone Wolf, found it oddly familiar. Later, he recalled hearing it once from Consort Wu.

With a pained howl, the black-and-white tiger-striped beast stumbled after landing, then whipped its head around, glaring fiercely at the steel fork, murderous intent blazing in its eyes.

Now, the world was split into Four Seas and Eight Wildernesses, and the Continent itself was divided into four great regions. Aside from the Northern Ju Lu Province, the other three were Western Niu He Province, Eastern Sheng Shen Province, and Southern Zhan Bu Province.

Suddenly, he lost sensation in his body. Light and shadow flickered before his eyes—he had already crossed into another world.

After finishing the first cigarette with Huang Haiyang, seeing the boy reach for another, he decisively stopped him.

Jiang Si Yun glanced at him coolly, then took Ye Si Bai’s hand and walked to the other side of the sofa, sitting down slowly.

An Xiao Xiao listened to their conversation, feeling a surge of displeasure, her head lowered in silent contemplation.

Even if she didn’t reject him, things couldn’t go on as before. It was already past dawn; he had to get up and prepare. Soon, he would leave Banyang Temple and return to the city.

Su Shan’s beautiful eyes froze for a moment; she was about to speak when the low, magnetic voice of Jing Rui sounded from the other end of the phone.

To go to war would naturally yield greater odds of victory. Yet, given the current situation, whether they could effectively control it remained uncertain. Within the dynamics of battle, it was still possible to unleash a strength so formidable as to defy belief.

“Hey, why are you spacing out?” Huangfu Zi Yi peered closely at Chu Ao Yu, instantly noticing his distraction. Annoyed, she tapped his head in warning.

Old Master Fu saw that Fu Jing Shen didn’t deny it and frowned; it seemed they were thinking along the same lines.