Chapter 71: The Captain's Family Diagnosed with a Terminal Illness

In that instant, a string in Gu Hansheng’s mind snapped, his entire head buzzing as countless electric currents surged through his brain, making it impossible to think.

No case of recovery, not a single case...

That sentence was like crushing the last straw for someone teetering on the edge of a cliff, utterly destroying all hope.

He had known this illness was hard to cure, but he hadn’t expected that there wouldn’t be a single instance of recovery.

Gu Hansheng’s expression darkened instantly.

Zheng Jiamei sat down openly, not making any move to greet Chu Mengyao.

The skill Ma Tianxu had passed to him was called Thunder’s Wrath. This ability generated lightning at will, which could be unleashed for both attack and defense, its power boundless.

With people like Xia Liu, he could defeat thirty in a single breath; those who dared to disrespect the Tai Chi Sect in the past usually ended up with only two possible outcomes.

“You’ve made me suffer great losses. If I don’t skin you alive today, I’ll call you my father!” Yang Tian lifted his fists, arcs of electricity crackling along his knuckles as his muscles ballooned with power.

Hidden in the shadows, Qi Feng curled his lips, and in a moment of desperation, rolled his eyes, stuck out his tongue, tilted his head and put on a blank expression. He shuffled his feet and darted swiftly to the side.

The two commentators, with their godlike perspective, could clearly see that the Angle Team was employing a blitz tactic in this round of attack.

Luo Hebin opened his sleepy eyes, stretched lazily, and then leaped up from the bed in one swift motion.

Eddie, Smith, Oliver, and the others had already surrounded Ivan. After a fierce battle, Ivan was at the end of his rope, unable to resist any longer, and was on the verge of a crushing defeat.

Even if he were a villain, the man in black wanted to witness the one recognized by the Supreme Sword, the second to receive the title of True Master, Xia Liu.

In a foreign airport, blue-eyed and blond-haired people were everywhere. At this moment, someone with yellow skin stood out even more, especially someone so beautiful.

This time, the sword technique revolved around Ye Qing; four long swords unleashed countless sword shadows, enveloping Ye Qing in a dense, impenetrable net.

However, the power fluctuations from the Demon Emperor Seal and the Human Emperor Seal were sensed by the other crossers as well.

“But that is no reason to seal the city! Your Highness, you must realize there are a million civilians within Chang’an, more than a hundred thousand cultivators, and over a thousand great masters and grandmasters. If they were to riot now, could the palace troops alone suppress them?”

For no clear reason, Ye Qing shuddered as he recalled Huang Sisi’s hostility toward the royal family of the Qingfeng Empire.

Moments later, apart from Han Yuan who had gone to the capital to take office, the rest of the Han family—more than a dozen people—were all taken captive.

“Did you see that? Even if you risk your life, they won’t remember your kindness. Instead, they’ll think you’re beneath them.” Mu Chen looked at Fu Xian with a cheerful smile.

Compared to the others, she understood Sotamu far better, so she ought to focus all her efforts on him.

He couldn’t understand why Bishop Thomas had suddenly turned against him. This tall man had seemed off ever since he stopped the shepherd from attacking Annie.

When the Abyssal King died, all the creatures on that level vanished as well. Such is the law of the Abyss: those beings perished in a chorus of shrieks and self-destruction.

The Celestial’s face darkened with anger, but he forced it down. Just now, upon hearing that Du Jun meant to interrogate him, he had thought of escaping. Yet the arrogance ingrained in him made the words that came out sound harsh, and as soon as he spoke them, he regretted it.

His words of persuasion and warning were stuck in his throat. He placed a hand on his abdomen, almost able to feel that it was stuffed full of stifled frustration and worry.

After a while, she went to her second aunt’s house. This time she was wiser, leaving her son and daughter on the carriage and quietly calling her aunt out to ask her a few questions.