43 Counterfeit

The prison area was bound to be a heavily monitored zone. With Ye Tian's skills, the two hidden snipers had already been located. However, a sniper formation in this kind of terrain usually included an even more concealed sniper.

Young Master Ji Yue and the Empress were in cahoots. If Long Qianyue truly knew about the totem, how could he have waited until now to arrest him?

"Of course! These are all guesses." Fatty Long flashed his signature, intensely punchable smile, making Lin Ai grit her teeth and desperately want to beat him up.

"Spirits manifest all creation, the Underworld serves as the guide..." Huaxi chanted an incantation, attempting to use the power of the forbidden art of the Underworld to temporarily seal Wujiang.

When all was said and done, the deterrent force of the Vast Heaven Alliance was still insufficient. On the surface, Ling Hao remained the only high-level divine-realm expert capable of slaying gods.

"What is his background?" Seeing Ye Tian's smug expression, the three fat men knew he had more or less guessed Ma Yang's identity.

Fatty Chen was in his early fifties, his ample flesh well-maintained, making him look barely forty or just freshly fifty. The person speaking to him was about the same age, though with a black beard and mostly dark hair. While he did not look particularly old, he appeared somewhat older than Fatty Chen, making "big brother" a fitting address for him.

"...Hey! Don't foreigners usually greet each other with a hug?" Rebuffed mercilessly by Lin Ai, Fatty Long froze for a moment before extending a hand to shake hers, smiling as he spoke.

The train moved forward slowly and rhythmically. After the brief chaos of boarding, the excited children gradually settled into their seats under the teachers' directions.

Because of Yun Qi's injury this time, Yun Tu's anger had reached its absolute peak. Having made up her mind to shock the mountain to frighten the tiger, she certainly would not give Mo Tianzhuo the slightest possibility of escape.

There were not many of us on our side, but our momentum did not fall short of Panzi and his crew. Especially Chen Hao—since Dachiong was not around, Chen Hao took charge of shouting, his voice arriving well before his person did.

Zhao Jie smiled as he helped his grandmother into her room, closed the door, and then walked over with a serious expression.

After hanging in the air for a full second without dropping to the ground, the brick was gripped tightly in Yang Fan's hand.

To their horror, Fire Sister and A Duo were tied to wooden crosses, with thick piles of firewood stacked underneath them.

"I really don't get it. Why would a dignified intermediate martial artist go to such lengths to pull off a stunt like this, and what is his ultimate goal?" The third brother asked with a puzzled expression.

The room grew quiet. Lord Eddard sat in silence after taking a tongue-lashing, turning the obsidian dagger handed over by Jeor over in his hands while bowing his head in deep thought.

Shortly after, Su Chen carried the casserole out to the dining table, placing it on a mat. Lin Ruoxue followed behind him carrying a soup ladle and two sets of bowls and chopsticks.

The competition began not long after. Hearing that today was merely the preliminary round, the rules were relaxed enough to allow proxy fighters; the finals, however, would never permit such a thing.

In fact, even if Denys Mallister had not sought him out today, once he had seen off the northern inspection tour, Jeor would likely have taken the initiative to talk to him.

Yet no matter how resilient she was, human physical limits remained fixed. By the end, her pace had slowed completely, forcing her to rest after every three steps.

Leoni stared in astonishment: "Staring at you..." She gazed in bewilderment at A Xin, whose face was completely concealed.

At that moment, a delirious Sarina regained consciousness. Shock was written all over her face as she heard Xianglong declare his intention to slaughter the Griffon Principality.

In truth, this was merely the all-destroying slash of a brutal and reckless brute, completely oblivious to the emotions of others. Had he looked closer, he would have noticed that Zhou Xinyi's gaze lacked any focal point; while she was staring intently at A Xin, she simultaneously wore a dazed expression, as if gazing into a distant horizon.

After a long while, the door still remained unopened. Seeing this, Xianglong felt a twinge of doubt, wondering if those people were truly not at home.

Taishang Laojun felt a measure of reassurance; the headstrong girl's words and actions had grown much steadier and proper of late, meaning the Heavenly Emperor's painstaking efforts had not gone to waste.

The lively atmosphere continued, but the moment Huo Xuetong spoke, everyone tacitly fell silent.

"The rules of this world are the same everywhere—money is king! Thanks, Brother Ming!" Wang Licheng took the money and the business card, offering profuse thanks.

"You deliberately lured me in to awaken you!" My murmur carried absolute certainty, and what filled me with an even more inexplicable terror was what he intended to do upon waking. Ignoring my words, he pulled me closer against his body, at which point I realized my limbs were entirely limp and unresponsive.

Feng Xi desperately wanted to wait until Qinghe fell asleep so she could take A Li to catch spirits, but before Qinghe drifted off, Feng Xi herself succumbed to deep, even breaths, seemingly having slipped peacefully into dreams.

The closer they got to the depths of the earth, the louder and more violent the sounds became. Heavy impacts were interspersed with malicious curses, sounding very much like the voice of Yang Xun.

Had the Nanhua Bank not imposed a withdrawal limit and had he not left his physical card at home, his top-up amount this time might have far exceeded fifty thousand.

Before he could speak, Zhu Wu, Huang Tianhua, the Bull Demon King, and the Six Heavens of Luofeng all simultaneously dropped to one knee on the ground.

Previous flying boats had always been operated by veteran commanders familiar with the craft, but now, nothing could be done because there were neither ships nor personnel with such expertise left.

"How... how could this be..." At that moment, looking at Mengzi, Jie Chen suddenly felt a sense of unfamiliarity.

Though Yuan Shao intended to turn Linyi and Dangyin into fortified military hubs, and cared little for the common folk residing there, a lingering sense of unease settled in his heart.

If the Xianbei cavalry discovered the weakness of the Modao infantry, the latter would have to combine with archers to inflict decisive casualties on the enemy.

Several low-level disciples suffered ringing ears at the first roar of the beast, followed immediately by a churning sensation in their chests and a sweet taste in their throats as they coughed up mouthfuls of blood. In the blink of an eye, several had already lost consciousness.

The elite frontier army that had charged across the northern塞外 (frontier) and galloped wildly over the vast steppes possessed a combat style vastly different from the armies of the south.

"Rest assured, I won't be crying or hanging myself in the future." Chenxiang rolled his eyes and continued walking forward.

"No, no, no, that seems impossible, seeing as we are still undergoing repairs." The speaker was an old man, seemingly an overseas Chinese, struggling somewhat to articulate his words.

The last time Spirit Elder had manifested between heaven and earth was when an elderly man claiming to be the Heavenly Cloud Divine Calculator unexpectedly appeared at the Heavenly Cloud Sect, forcing Spirit Elder's reluctant emergence.