Chapter 43 Shadow of the Plague 3

Wei Yefeng was still dressed in his prom attire, and judging by his unsteady breathing, it was evident that he had rushed over in a hurry.

Yang Jiahua was thrilled. If he remembered correctly, this was Qian Qiyue's first proactive invitation since they officially became a couple; how could he possibly refuse? He readily agreed, and Qian Qiyue raised an eyebrow with a faint smile.

Shen Jun desperately wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into. Fortunately, upon hearing the white-haired elder announce the end of class, Shen Jun felt as if granted a pardon and jumped up, ready to leave.

She still had a long journey ahead of her in life. Failing to keep that child simply meant they lacked the necessary destiny together.

She immediately rushed out, ran to the pharmacy across the street from the school, and, ignoring the strange looks from the clerk, bought three pregnancy tests and dashed back to the restroom. All three tests showed double lines. Cen Kexin's hand trembled, and the sticks dropped into the toilet bowl.

This was a thinly veiled accusation against Ye Zhen, implying that as an elder sister, she lacked concern for her half-sister, while invoking their father's reputation to pressure Ye Zhen into compliance.

The young man wore a wicked smile, pointing his sword at Shen Jun: "Hand over the Demon-Slaying Sword! Otherwise, I will kill you!" The young man's voice was ice-cold, his expression utterly serene.

Because so many questions lingered in my mind, I had no idea what on earth had happened, or how Third Brother managed to get so much money. If he couldn't come up with the funds, our brothers' company would be finished. Setting aside the hundred-million-yuan deposit, we would all face lawsuits.

As expected of the titan of China's jewelry industry, Meng Guangye dared to display a necklace worth millions in a mall like this. Wasn't he afraid of attracting the wrong kind of attention?

"What kind of formation is this?" Ren Yunhan asked Yin Yin beside her, deeply startled by the preceding scene despite her strength far surpassing that of the slain powerhouse.

Deep inside, he was torn over the current situation. While he finally had a territory of his own, it still lacked an immense number of essentials.

Following a round of bombardment, devastation was everywhere. Trees were ablaze, and the scorched earth was still venting the drifting wisps of residual gunpowder smoke.

Liu Jingjing was yelled at by Liu Dali, causing her eyes to turn slightly red. Yet, she simply pouted and sat stubbornly to the side, refusing to budge.

Before long, the captain they had been waiting for strode into the training room. Walking in alongside him were ten laborers in military uniform trailing behind in his wake. Each of them hauled a heavy military backpack, evoking an ominous premonition.

"It's nothing much, just a precious pearl I happened to stumble upon in the sea, and I'd like to exchange it for some silver," the shrimp soldier said, though he kept the treasure securely hidden.

Crossing the Monster-Subduing Pass led straight to the Sui territory. Previously, Pan Changming had cast covetous eyes upon this pass; now that the Great Sui was embroiled in civil rebellion, wouldn't it be wonderful to enter Sui territory and claim a share of the spoils?

Furthermore, out of his entire fully established regiment of over two thousand men, fewer than a thousand remained alive and kicking; well over half had already perished or sustained injuries.

In fact, Churchill was currently mirroring the very methods Rhinehart had once used to lead Germany out of desperation, based entirely on his own research into the German Führer.

However, this was common knowledge. Almost every martial artist in the Longwu Continent who reached this realm was aware of it, and Lü Qiancheng could only blame his upbringing in the commoner district for missing out on such information.

In the Jianghu, martial artists who were total strangers would typically perform a mutual courtesy gesture before a fight. The purpose was to signal one's background and allegiance to the opponent, distinguishing friend from foe before deciding whether to proceed with combat or reconciliation.

Lin Feng was no fool; on the contrary, he was exceptionally shrewd. Connecting the dots with what Iverson had said earlier, a realization suddenly dawned on him. In these underground cage matches, victories and defeats boiled down to only two outcomes: either one party was beaten to the ground and rendered entirely immobile, or one party was knocked clean outside the fighting ring.

Zhou Minghao had long since witnessed Lin Xifan's amiable nature, so he dropped all formality and cheerfully referred to him by his nickname, Xifan.

The Lord of the City of Destiny was a formidable demigod—and no ordinary demigod at that. He belonged to the lineage of a certain Heavenly King in the celestial realm, which was why that powerful Heavenly King had left a seal within his body, allowing him to break it at a critical juncture and temporarily unleash the might of a true principal deity.

Back then, it was precisely for this reason that she voluntarily chose to aid the mortal realm rather than forcibly whisk away the person she cared about.

After explaining to Xu Zhe and the others how to track down the Cursed Necklace, Lao Ba took Black Brother and departed from the Abyss of Curses.

"Young master outside, matters always come with an order of precedence. We have already reserved this room, so I must ask you not to make things difficult for that young lady." A clear, mellow voice suddenly drifted from within the room, its tone so sincere and kindly that it naturally won people over—much like Zhong Tianyou, only lacking a fraction of his ethereal resonance.

If she merely wanted to conjure a massive fireball, she could achieve a radius of ten or even twenty meters, but there was simply no need. While the coverage would be vast, the destructive power would be considerably diluted.

The path of martial arts is equally indispensable; practical trials and real-world experience are truly vital, arguably surpassing even solitary cultivation to a certain degree.

Without any exception, the gunshots rang out right on schedule. Despite continuous attrition and soldiers being continually picked off by gunfire, Ao Bai forged ahead with unyielding determination. As the distance to the artillery position steadily closed, a cruel, triumphant smile crept across his face, amplifying his arrogance.

Not only that, but five children were bound tightly beside the coffin with yellow ropes. Their mouths were gagged, emitting muffled cries as they wept bitterly. Their faces were smeared with tears, overflowing with stark terror and dread. Piles of calligraphy scrolls and paintings were scattered haphazardly in stacks all around them on the ground.

Even Li Hao, the head coach seated in the front row, turned his head to look at Bu Xin, a look of appreciative approval in his eyes as he raised a thumb in a nod of acknowledgment.

Ultimately, aside from Zheng Zhilong, Zheng Hongkui, and Zheng Zhibao, the only others present in the hall were the two younger generations, Zheng Chenggong and Zheng Cai.