27. The Twenty-Seventh Day—I Never Thought...

Lady Shangxie shifted from her reclining position to sit upright. Instinctively, she lifted her head, her gaze drifting into the distance beyond the great hall, where a lone rider came galloping toward them.

As time passed, the slight furrow in her brow gradually smoothed. Her expression suggested a profound sense of fulfillment and satisfaction washing over her mind and body.

She stepped out of bed and into her slippers; hearing the movement, the guest house steward immediately knocked and entered to attend to her. After she had rinsed her mouth, washed her face, and finished her meal, Cheng Yitian went out for a stroll.

Qian Yu sighed heavily and said, "Forget it. If we cannot find the Alliance Leader, asking the Madam for guidance will serve just as well. I have devised a plan that might deal with the Seven-Slaying Devil, and I intended to present it to the Leader for his consideration. However, the Leader is benevolent by nature, and I fear he may not approve. In my humble opinion..." He proceeded to rattle on at length.

Having killed Long Tengyun, Yun Yang felt no great joy; instead, he was overcome by a faint sense of loss, as if the hatred in his heart had suddenly lost its target, leaving him unable to adjust.

Looking at Liu Hui lying in the pool, Xi Wang’s eyes betrayed a sigh. Xue Fengyi felt a subtle sense of disappointment, unable to articulate the complex emotions stirring within her.

After a long while, the group rose. Lin Tian initially wanted to offer some comfort, but the old man did not even glance at him, acting as if nothing had occurred.

"I am certain! This battle is unavoidable. Only one of us, Zhong Hao or I, can remain alive!" Han Lang spoke calmly, then looked at Zhong Hao, his face filled with undisguised killing intent that had almost taken on a physical form.

I do not know how the man in black could bring himself to kiss Kiki, whose face was covered in flour; I only know that at this moment, I was unable to close my own jaw.

Leaving Pei Si in the room was like leaving a ticking time bomb, but since Nan Shu had allowed him to stay, she was not afraid of him doing anything too outrageous—he did not yet have the courage.

"The next one must be mine!" Fan Bingbing protested, while Li Cheng immediately stepped in to assert his presence.

Mo Zhengxin, Li Dabenshi, Wang Zhan, Sun Desheng, and the others gathered at Vnukovo Airport to welcome Li Yunlong.

***

Uchiha Sasako remained silent for only a moment before agreeing. She deactivated her Sharingan, abandoned her combat stance, and sat cross-legged.

After all, judging by Luo Yang’s various displays just now, it seemed he was truly no match for him.

As he flew out again, the Dark Baltan reappeared in his path, brandishing its claw once more.

The major music platforms changed their headlines to: "Could this mysterious handsome man be the messenger of heavenly voices?"

Pei Si thought, "Where did I offend you again? I spent my own money on magazines; have I done something wrong?"

But with the face of a middle-aged man and such a disastrous haircut, what was he trying to achieve?

Zhu Wushuang had only been gone for a few seconds when Jin Xiangyu approached, her expression filled with resentment.

Due to the specialized requirements of their mission, volunteers joining the Chinese "Frogmen" had to endure "beast camp" style training at a wild field base. Military subjects such as free combat, grappling, fighting, and assassination were mandatory for every "frogman."

Utterly shameless. Xiao Tu managed a weak, bitter smile, feeling truly helpless against Tao Xiaoyan.

As his strength gradually stabilized, Lei Tian slowly awoke from his slumber. Opening his heavy eyes, he saw a world filled with mist.

Master Ce was dead, but the Celestial Feathered Serpent did not vanish. Creatures summoned via the "Gate of the Otherworld" only disappear when their time limit expires or they are destroyed; the existence of the summoner is irrelevant. Thus, the Celestial Feathered Serpent continued to carry out Master Ce’s orders, killing every living thing in its sight.

Almost simultaneously, the opponent's hook-like claws grazed his face, the sharp rush of wind making his nose and cheeks sting with pain.

***

"Beiming Yu, you are not from Haiya Island. Where are you from?" Jiang Zihuan suddenly asked.

When Dai Liuli was placed on the main throne of the Zixuan Hall, draped in white fox fur, her once-pale lips were now somewhat swollen and red. Hao Tian sat beside her, only then releasing his grip, remaining just side-by-side with her.

Beiming Yu offered the Rain God General a smile. It was a cordial smile, but when coupled with the killing intent in Beiming Yu's eyes, it took on a sinister quality.

The three chatted and laughed along the way, relaxed and carefree, as if rescuing the person and retrieving the money were trivial tasks. Following the kidnappers' instructions, they drove directly to the Green Water Plaza in the most luxurious and bustling commercial center of the Southern City's southern district.

Hearing the loud noise, the Frog-men were startled and gathered toward the scene. Seeing Lei Tian walking toward them with a long sword in hand, the Frog-men roared in unison and brandished their weapons, unleashing dozens of sword auras at him.

"Very well, the introductions are complete. However, whether you can truly join our Traditional Chinese Medicine Association still requires a test. Please, bring in the patient!" Chairman Tang laughed.

Suddenly, a voice transmission came from outside the door, followed by a young master dressed in tattered clothes who walked in.

"The only one who can help you now is the County Magistrate's wife, but to obtain her assistance, you may have to bleed a little." Meng Jiahao’s hand gestures, combined with his words, made his meaning quite clear.