Chapter 74: This Is What I Call Devotion

This time, unlike Eva who had her hips stuck in the Starlight Gate and could neither advance nor retreat, Leviathan managed to pass through with ease. Yet her figure remained so exquisite that, aside from the other pilots, the crowd of men below—hats pulled low over their eyes—were utterly mesmerized.

In the distance, thunder rolled across the sky, lightning flashed, and snow mingled with rain, falling from above. Such a heavy downpour in this season was entirely unseasonable, but here it was, arriving all the same.

Brageberg, the skeletal dragon leader, was himself a platinum-grade behemoth. As the situation veered ever further from his carefully laid plans, he grew increasingly anxious. Everything had been calculated to perfection, so how could things unravel so chaotically in execution?

After all, a “grilled meat combo” consisted not only of a hefty three-pound steak as the main course, but also two skewers of roasted green peppers and meat, two potatoes crisp on the outside and tender within, a serving of wild boar knuckle, and a bowl of creamy corn soup.

The voices quieted; all returned to normal. The two suddenly realized that the whole prison cell’s trembling moments ago had been nothing but an illusion.

Long Yun made his way directly to the only peaceful place around—Zhang Zifeng’s shop. Entering, he found Zhang Zifeng resting in the dining room and promptly approached him with a question.

Upon seeing the situation, Shizuka Kikukawa wasted no time in wrapping Afu in a sphere of water, and within seconds, his wounds reverted to their original state.

The red dragon did not insist further; after all, he was no bloodthirsty fiend, and there was no hurry for this day. The townsfolk, once again, spent another two days preparing.

Then the class monitor arrived with two security guards. The homeroom teacher pointed at Liu Li’s mother, ordering them to swiftly remove her from the premises.

“Come in.” Hearing the knock, the middle-aged man inside, his face aglow, nonchalantly called out without ever lifting his head.

Having spent some time on the island nation, Liu Xing had grown accustomed to earthquakes. Standing in an open area, he felt no urge to move. Nearby, Zhang Jingxu and the others simply carried on with their own business.

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The Crimson Sun could no longer hold back and erupted in a roar toward the heavens. Members of the Galaxy Group shrank back, fear in their hearts.

Who was this person? Zi Min could not tell whether they were friend or foe. The area was already near the Lalamei tribe, so it was entirely possible this was a reconnaissance squad from some evil organization.

This so-called master angler, as Fang Minghua claimed, had truly astounded her. She had never seen anyone so effortlessly catch yellow-lipped fish, big-eyed tuna, and even Greenland cod.

Having changed clothes and shoes, Liang Chen strolled to the mirror. In the reflection, he transformed into a handsome, elegant gentleman.

Liu Xing surveyed the surroundings, scrutinizing the trees near the fire wall, and finally found one suitable for a jump.

Lin Jie placed his items on the judges’ table, and a look of astonishment flashed across every face. They stared dumbfounded at Lin Jie, beginning to question whether participating in this competition was even worthwhile.

As expected, Han Ming personally delivered the invitations, sparking a huge reaction among the elite families. Early in the morning, their leaders gathered together.

Thus, when Liu Xing and his companions arrived at the abandoned factory, the members of the Yellow Robe cult who had come earlier had already marked the demolition sites and estimated the enemy’s numbers—fewer than ten.

At that moment, the lavish Golden Splendor was nearly deserted. Everyone was busy tidying up the mess left by Black Wolf; not only were there no customers, but even several waiters had fled in terror.

Seeing that the SUV had not crushed me, the level-six bone-armored zombie raised its foot again and let out a low growl, stepping toward me. Its foot was as large as a washbasin—if it landed, I’d be nothing but mince. I rolled aside in desperation, firing several bone spikes at its head.

Li Erniu shielded Yi Mumu behind him, while Nangong Wentian wore a playful smile.

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Why, after all their scrambling, did everyone appear at least a bit disheveled, except for Shi Wan, whose cheeks remained as smooth as egg whites?

The next day, Zhong Qing woke early, still worried about Yue Wuhen’s poisoning the night before. After much deliberation, she decided to return to the Shura Sect to check on him.

Chen Zui’s face was dark as he commanded the evolved warriors to guard the city gates. Three yellow-armored soldiers joined the fight, but the giant warrior Feng Yunhan and the bone-spike fighter Qiu Chengfeng, also yellow-armored evolvers, did not participate. Instead, they searched the battlefield for something.

Nearly a hundred mutant snakes of various colors emerged, all enormous and belonging to the mutated python variety. Their scales were hard, some with blood-red eyes—level five mutants! Their bodies were thick and long, and each mutant scorpion they struck exploded into a pulpy heap.

Never before had he seen someone like Shi Wan, who spoke so candidly and fiercely, yet with such innocent sincerity.

Inside, everything was tidied up. With the windows closed, the air was not unpleasant—only the faint scent of medicine and blood lingered.

The next morning at breakfast, Butler Lin informed her that Xi Jin had left early, and the driver was already en route to fetch Li Zhi Man.

It must be said, it was exactly because those hooligans made such assumptions that Second Brother and his crew managed to avoid falling into the worst predicament.