Chapter 51: Clearing the Air

This was an unintended mishap. Although the food belonged to him, there were indeed no markings on it. To take it back would require the use of force, and doing so would inevitably make an enemy of all the survivors in the school.

"How much strength do you have left now!" Amidst the roar, the man in black surged forward at a blistering speed. Under Nightingale's terrified gaze, he slammed directly into the two of them, the immense impact sending them crashing to the ground.

The six of them followed Feng Wei all the way to the grassland and flew above the lake. Feng Wei pointed at the center of the lake and said, "The portal between the two realms is right in the lake. Follow me!" With that, a brilliant light flickered around her, parting the water as she dived toward the lakebed.

This is it! Tai Xuan was overjoyed, parting the primordial chaos qi all the way as he flew toward the purple light.

Zhang Tiansheng couldn't be bothered with him. A guy like this—someone who stopped at nothing—would come to a miserable end on his own; there was no need to take matters into his own hands. Before long, this fellow's body would be possessed by a demon, turning him into a walking corpse just like those soulless zombies.

If he was still alive, why hadn't he appeared? Could he be nursing his severe injuries somewhere in seclusion? Or perhaps... he had been imprisoned? Or maybe... he was dead?

As for himself, moving the capital early and settling this matter now to enter the historical state of "holding the Emperor to command the nobles" was precisely what he wanted to do at the moment.

Old Du spoke up, and Malone instantly felt a heavy weight in his heart. The people he was talking about were none other than the families of their brothers.

Fist and staff collided, parting the very instant they touched. It was entirely silent, without even the slightest leakage of vital energy; everything appeared completely ordinary and plain.

Facing this arrogant and overbearing problem child who clearly looked like he had been spoiled rotten, Chen Jin could tolerate it, but some people simply could not.

President Qi's expression darkened by several shades on the spot. At the previous JM Jewelry Design Competition, Qijia Jewelry's designers hadn't even made it into the top ten, making Qijia Jewelry lose all face. As soon as the competition ended, he immediately fired the participating designers and had spent the past two years trying to attract top-tier jewelry designers.

With their strategy agreed upon, He Renlong immediately set up his command tent to muster the troops, leading four subordinate generals—Hua Hu, Wei Xiu, Lian Zhong, and Chen Dagang—along with eight thousand elite soldiers out of the Eastern Gate to launch an attack. Xiao Long's scouts had already reported the movement, and Xiao Long ordered a change of formation, deploying a wild-goose battle array.

From start to finish, it took no longer than the time it took to drink a cup of tea, and everyone broke into applause. Luan Yong refused to accept defeat and lunged forward to grab Alatai, only to be effortlessly tripped and dumped onto the ground by a gentle pull from Alatai. The crowd roared with applause. Luan Yong picked himself up and charged again, but Alatai wrapped his arms around his waist and gave him a single toss, sending Luan Yong tumbling to the ground for the third time.

Tianshu remained silent for a moment before finally revealing the truth: "Actually, Jiang Zhengxin is not an ordinary mortal, but a tear left behind in the mortal world by a heavenly deity."

"Concentrate, prepare for battle, and kill anyone who comes within range without mercy," Huan Jing commanded with composure.

Furthermore, Elder Wu Yan was filled with gloom. Great Elder Li Song of the Celestial Master Mansion claimed that the Celestial Master Token had acknowledged its master and changed color in his hands, yet why couldn't he sense anything special about it? It felt no different from a piece of scrap iron, and after pondering it for a long time, he still had no clue.

"Right now, police forces everywhere are investigating the Three Gates. I'm the one in our bureau who has had contact with the Three Gates, so the chief asked me for some information about them," Qiao Minshan continued.

The current Holy Church is far from monolithic. The right-wing faction, headed by the Axiom Sect, is suppressed by the left-wing faction, headed by the Manichaean Sect, and has been stripped of many spiritual bones.

"Since we're already here and have registered, we might as well get checked out for peace of mind," Chen Xia ignored Xin Jianguo and spoke on her own accord.

After being asked that by the magical knight, Anglitu was momentarily so tongue-tied that he didn't know what to say. Seeing Anglitu display such embarrassment, the magical knight stopped taunting him with words. Uttering just a "Follow me," he turned around and walked away.

The Type 54 pistol utilizes a short recoil-operated automatic system and a swinging barrel locking mechanism. Its safety device is a hammer safety, and the weapon is also equipped with a slide-stop mechanism.

"Don't worry, I'll take good care of it for you." Who knew, there might even come a time when he needed to borrow it again; how could he not treat it with the utmost care?

Although the Roman monks were numerous in number, they were completely incapable of killing these ten people; instead, monks on their own side kept falling in battle. Many of the weaker factions knelt suspended in the air, continuously chanting and praying for the divine beings within the cavern to intervene.

Compared to simply slaughtering everyone in this match and leading Golden Dragon to a flawless reverse sweep for the victory, deep down in his heart, Ma Jinlong actually hoped to see Jian Dan gain something far more important from a match like this—for instance, defeat.

"Is there anything you need me for?" Holding Ah Miao, Song Nan walked to the doorway. Dressed in practical attire and fully armed, with a black raincoat slung over his hand, he looked no different from Lin Zhan and the others.

If this had been said by the Yin-Yang Dharmaraja, Jiang Dong wouldn't have believed it. But the River God was different; his cultivation had already reached the Two Flowers Gathering the Crown stage. Even in Ghost City Castle, he would be considered a major figure, let alone in the mortal realm, which was extremely lacking in Daoist arts—he would definitely possess a great deal of valuable information.

When the demonic qi and the Buddha's light clashed, they generated a tremendously repulsive force. Those infected felt a pain as agonizing as being sliced by a dull knife.