Chapter 52

The classroom erupted into a commotion. They had seen shameless people before, but never anyone this brazen. The loser hadn’t offered anything, yet the campus beauty had taken the initiative to come onto him.

At this moment, the King of Guanyun was already convinced that Di Jia and the others were truly celestial warriors from the immortal realm. Yet, the more certain he became, the more he felt he couldn’t let these heavenly soldiers go. What if releasing them only led to more celestial warriors coming after him? The King of Guanyun understood this was now a matter of life and death with no room for retreat.

“Could he be controlling the mech, or infusing some kind of power?” Wang Zhuo hesitated.

The ancient, weathered mech, which had stood silently, suddenly stirred. It took two steps forward, its eyes glowing an eerie deep red, as if inspecting the jade tree that had suddenly appeared. It was visibly shocked. At this moment, despite its might, it seemed to harbor a certain wariness toward this jade tree.

A column of energy streaked across the sky. An old skeleton clad in a mech, its back emitting blue light and trailing a white streak, appeared above the convoy. A powerful ion projectile fell from the sky, landing just ahead of the convoy.

Chang’e was utterly mortified and furious. Knowing that Changxi was exactly like her, hearing such shameless words from Zhang Zilong made her feel as if she herself were being forcibly overpowered.

Shengge raised an elegant brow, a hint of mockery gleaming in her eyes. Suddenly, the plain, unadorned tower burst into radiant golden light, hovering in the air like a golden divine tower, evoking thoughts of the legendary floating pagoda.

Gently turning to evade the opponent’s violent strike, Xingyang looked at the bulky figure with a lack of enthusiasm.

Far above in the sky, the golden-armored celestial god drove a massive golden chariot, darting back and forth in aerial assaults. He shot down three streaks of fiery light, but seven others fearlessly pressed on, repeatedly striking the celestial god like arrows in the sky.

The Gaia of the solar system, embodying both skill and audacity, took advantage of the disappearance of the river of time to unleash its power here unchecked, causing no real disaster as no one interfered.

Shi Xiu feigned exhaustion, resting at the entrance of a household. The occupants noticed someone sitting at the door and came out with a large wooden stick. The man, over fifty, with hair streaked white by time’s hardships, relaxed upon seeing a wood seller but then recognized Shi Xiu.

Therefore, Miao Cuihua asked Steward Zhu to thoroughly investigate Zhang Hu, who claimed to be from the countryside and had once sold wontons but closed his stall due to poor business.

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Wang Tengfei directed everyone to bring out over a dozen large crates. Opening them revealed dazzling sharp weapons and exquisitely crafted armor, even illegal magical crossbows.

Upon receiving the telegram, Zhao Jianmin felt immense pressure and immediately summoned a staff officer: “Please bring Han Xing of the Liaotang detachment here.” He knew that although Han Xing wasn’t officially part of Liaotang, he had been following their operations.

No matter how much Fatty Ma shouted, Yang Fan entered the cabin without looking back. Taking advantage of a three-hundred-meter gap that couldn’t be closed quickly, they had to show these Westerners a thing or two! Li Yuhuan and Sun Yi’s faces also looked grim—it was a matter of life and death.

The boss seemed to have noticed and accelerated, swinging his axe wildly, chopping the stone pillars beside Li Xu. Each shattered stone flew like a cannonball, dealing nearly two hundred points of damage each time they struck Li Xu.

Fox-eye rolled her eyes, perhaps finding the prey too composed. It wasn’t very cold, but Yang Fan noticed his clothes had been replaced with a long robe, far less warm than his own coat.

“Master…” the magic mirror’s voice appeared in Bai Xue’s mind, though it was useless as she automatically filtered out outside voices.

Rubbing his chest, sore from the kick, Mo Haiyou stood up. When he had crouched earlier, he had lost all composure. He was inwardly frustrated—he always cared about his image before others, so now he needed to hide his embarrassment.

With a graceful flourish, Gu Chao sheathed his long knife. The rain had nearly ceased. Having mastered the Gale Blade technique, it was time to hunt the sand serpents. Knowing this mission was imminent, Gu Chao had prepared something special for it.

He couldn’t leave his post for long because the chubby manager kept pacing the lobby; no one would bother him if the post was unattended.

The aroma of steak wafted through the air, yet I remained lost in thought, recalling the teacher and the uncle.

Qingyi agreed to help charge his power, but with conditions: each charge required a spar in the arena, after fifty charges she could use a Balze projection once, and after eight hundred charges, she could summon Balze’s incarnation once.

Though the Smoke Wave Mansion seemed deserted, one could sense several powerful presences inside, each stronger than himself. Gu Chao was unfazed—this was the residence of one of Taishan’s five great swordsmen. Ding Yun’s status in Taishan was second only to the sect leader. It was strange that such a place had no heavy guards.

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“Is that so? Did they shoot arrows in again to demand surrender?” After a long silence, Wanyan Shouxu asked slowly.

But as for our engagement, Princess Xingyue’s interference was a bit frustrating, so why did Tao Ying have to meddle as well?

“I knew you were the best, little brother!” Kato Chong jumped up joyfully upon seeing his brother agree.

This overwhelming force instantly erased the existence of the stitched corpse operated by the fat wizard. The surging dark energy reduced the massive body to countless particles, but the lich could no longer change his already disadvantaged, injured state.

“Impossible! How long has it been since you last did it? Who are you fooling?” Hearing Xingyang’s words, Angel looked at him in disbelief, as if to say, “If you were pure, then all the Japanese educational videos on your computer would instantly turn into revolutionary songs.”

However, the battle was brief. In mere moments, the five-colored divine light vanished, with neither Li Er nor Kong Xuan harmed, and both ceased fighting.

Hua Baihua sat down as well, but that icy expression was so cold that even fire at its highest temperature couldn’t melt it. Zhang Luoye didn’t press the matter further.

The same problem remained: many benefits were promised, but the risks were equally great. This contradiction was hard to resolve.