Chapter 53 Not One to Mess With

“Stop joking, another week has passed and we still haven’t heard from Liancheng. Check the surveillance footage,” Tao Xiu reminded.

Qi Jinglang snorted coldly and glanced at Qi Jingling, who had just entered. The three brothers—Qi Zhian and Qi Jingling—seemed to be carved from the same mold.

Originally, the delicate spiritual master had regarded Lin Xiu with some respect, but after witnessing his behavior, she immediately shook her head, regretting her earlier misjudgment. Such an arrogant and presumptuous man had no right to earn her favor.

He was indeed the true savior of this world, yet unlike other saviors who flaunted their power, he naturally earned a title opposed to “light”—the Shadow Walker.

Looking at her radiant smile and eyes free of any shadow, Situ Xing laughed softly and straightened his posture.

“This is bad news—Xiao Yiqin is here! There are many soldiers outside; they've completely surrounded this place!” his subordinate gasped.

Boom! An arched wall collapsed with a thunderous crash, sending up a cloud of dust. When it settled, Li Yue saw Mu Yang standing on the opposite side.

Qin Sihao had been struggling for a long time, aimlessly kissing Zhou Ziwei, but finally, he rolled off.

Jin Yue snapped back to reality, flicking the cigarette from his fingers onto the ground. Leaning on his sword, he strode toward the car.

Zhou Jingxue frowned slightly, her expression and gaze devoid of any emotion. Seeing this, Li Xing, whose head was still heated from arguing with Li Meng and the others, seemed to calm down somewhat. Watching Zhou Jingxue break free from his grasp, he didn’t immediately reach out again.

Regarding the transmission of Buddhism to the East, the saints Zhunti and Jieyin had long made arrangements. The Western Mahayana Buddhist leader, Randeng, was compelled by pressure to visit the Jade Emperor, hoping to secure Heaven’s support for the spread of Buddhism.

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At the moment Zhen Yuanzu was repelled, Zhu Jiuyin swung his massive hand and grabbed for the “Imperial Heaven Seal,” a primordial treasure of chaos, intending to snatch it forcibly from Zhen Yuanzu. Since Zhen Yuanzu was not Hong Yun and had not refined this treasure, Zhu Jiuyin found it no challenge to seize it.

“Your Majesty,” Li Yu felt time drag unbearably as he was held stiffly by Queen Jing. Every moment was torment. The pleasant pressure on his chest stirred his emotions, leaving visible marks. If this continued, it would soon become quite embarrassing.

This man was Qian Ba, secretly involved in the capital crime of arms trafficking. He had always been friendly with Lin Canglan and was, in fact, one of Lin Canglan’s men. Therefore, he had no qualms about clashing openly with Bald Second, openly accusing him by name.

Lin Hongfei dared not speak recklessly anymore—the consequences of such boldness were no joke. The key passed through Chen Liang’s hands once more before finally returning to Lin Hongfei.

“Lord Huangfu, the information has been verified. He is merely a student at Fudan University, born in a mountain village in the Northeast, with only a mother at home,” said the respectful man with the dragon tattoo over his shoulder.

Their opponents would not easily grant such an opportunity. The Cleveland Knights firmly controlled the field, maintaining their lead throughout the first quarter.

Zhunti and Jieyin were well aware of the Jie Sect’s hatred toward the West. Disciples loyal to justice in the Jie Sect would never allow the West to advance eastward unchallenged, putting the West at a disadvantage.

It was also his habit from a past life; when making important decisions or leading brainstorming meetings, he would pace unconsciously, thinking aloud and seeking the best solutions through collisions of ideas with colleagues and subordinates.

“Retreat.” Struck by an arrow in the shoulder, Zhuang Qi came to his senses and looked at the city tower awash in red, then at the soldiers around him who were nearly all dead. A deep sorrow shone in his eyes.

After discovering the truth, An Xue was nearly driven mad. She also liked Ling Yun, and hadn’t expected that Ling Yun had feelings for her too. Their mutual affection had been sadly ruined by Chu Xiaoxiao.

Lin Meixin nodded and smiled, “Good! In a few days, sister will help you obtain the organization’s credentials. Then, you will officially be a special warrior of the Vermilion Bird Squad.”

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“Your Majesty, I have a plan—though I’m not sure if it will work,” Wang Longze suddenly spoke up, breaking his usual habit of silently taking notes during meetings.

Behind him was an army of fifty thousand Yuan soldiers who had defected and then rebelled again, waiting to strike him hard.

At first, they did not believe it. Later, after several near-fatal attempts on the young Empress Dowager’s life, it was proven she was crucial to the Yuan clan.

Gradually, Yin Jiurong realized he was dreaming; in reality, he was the newly enthroned emperor, not the crown prince.

“Tsk tsk, hard to say. The kid likes the anime character Nico Robin from One Piece—that’s quite a fiery and mature woman!” Li Bai joined in the teasing.

“Luo Jiayi! I told you to shut up!” The old man Luo was already pale with anger, clutching his chest, trying unsuccessfully to stand.

“Since Kublai dared send them here, he certainly isn’t worried they’ll betray him. Your tactics probably won’t work and might only alert the enemy,” Zhao Bing shook his head as he spoke.