Return to Hangzhou

Whether Xie Qingfa had a sudden revelation was his own concern. Ji Ningzhao went back to pack her belongings; she didn’t ask for anyone from the Special Division to escort her and simply took the shuttle bus herself.

Coincidentally, the driver of this bus was the very same one who had brought Ji Ningzhao to Luya Cliff Village that day. He clearly remembered her, and as soon as she boarded, he seemed to breathe a sigh of immense relief.

Ji Ningzhao noticed his reaction, smiled at him, and found a window seat to settle down.

After Tang Chen knocked Chou Hong flying, the scene grew silent for a moment, but eventually someone stepped forward.

“No, it’s the Red Party. They are a faction with an extremely resolute faith. They are not bandits,” Liu Lang replied earnestly.

Several machine guns suddenly opened fire, targeting the Japanese troops. Grenades were hurled into their ranks as well. Both sides had suicide squads with assigned shooting directions, ensuring they wouldn’t accidentally harm their own men.

Tang Chen had barely sat down before he heard that the Xuanjian Sect had been annihilated, and he instantly stood up in shock.

Lin Feng held the water sphere close to his nose and sniffed carefully. Surprisingly, he caught a faint fragrance—no unpleasant odor. At that moment, Lin Feng felt his mind clear and refreshed.

Grape was startled, her mouth agape. Seeing everyone looking at her, she blushed furiously and quickly lowered her head.

“Cone, you two just follow your own pace. Xilo, restore your health with your own potions,” Star calmly instructed.

But it was different. His tonnage came from overall utilization, not like the Chinese-style square hulls, which relied on their boxy form for tonnage.

He didn’t possess a Supreme Treasure, yet had encountered the strongest in the universe wielding such weapons, and even exchanged blows briefly.

“Sancho, my wife and consort, are you willing to pledge your loyalty to me? I can forgive you and grant you the title of Count of Castile,” William still held onto his desire for Sancho’s fealty, finally voicing his request.

“He doesn’t seem affected by the gravity field inside!” someone with sharp eyes noticed the anomaly.

“If it drops to two tenths, then I’ll be satisfied,” William said, a bargaining tactic more ruthless than a straight cut.

“Arno…” Just as the two quietly watched Gotou and Yagyu’s group begin their duel, a hesitant voice suddenly sounded beside Sakuraichi, drawing both their attention. Ryuzaki Sakurano stood awkwardly, her face flushed, unable to speak for a long time.

Nightfall and rough waves had severely reduced visibility. In such conditions, it was hard for survivors to receive timely rescue; moreover, the waves could easily drag victims to the ocean floor, which was the worst-case scenario. Yet orders had come down: dead or alive, they had to be found. There was no choice but to press on with the search.

Seeing the cloak dropped at the stairway, she smiled gently, quickly picked it up, and softly brushed away the dust.

“The carriage can only go as far as here. Any further and the horses won’t make it,” Nan Qi said, stroking the horse.

Golden Serpent happily hung up the phone. After a few words with Yang Min, he sensed a change in her. Even without meeting, her voice over the line revealed a new aura of strength and authority.

“Where is the Immortal Envoy?” Old Ancestor Zhong Wumeng of the Zhong family cried out as he witnessed the scene, then turned and fled southeast.

At that moment above the Pacific Ocean, Zhang Yunze lay quietly in his seat, completely unaware that in distant Chicago, thousands of kilometers away, a car chase was unfolding because of him.

Qin Wen only felt the icy blade slide away from his neck. The expected pain never came. Tentatively, he opened his eyes and heard a single sentence.

“If you have anything to say, speak freely. As long as you don’t drive me away, I’ll agree to anything,” An Ning summoned all her strength, but those kneeling before her didn’t move a muscle. Her anxiety mounted.