59. The Address of the Batcave

Feng Cheng’s expression did not change much, but Xiao Chen caught a trace of excitement in his eyes.

However, Fang Zheng knew better than Zhou Zishan that the farmland in the villages near Yizhi Mountain was basically flat. Besides, everyone had long since agreed to hire one another for the harvest, making it very difficult for outsiders to get involved.

His step landed solidly; there were no more stairs. Judging by his previous pace, he estimated he was about a dozen meters underground.

He still remembered that day when that cold man tacitly allowed Xue Qingrou’s actions, leaving her to nearly die in the snow. Fortunately, Golden Scale came to her rescue, or she would have been left to rot in the wilderness.

There was no guilty panic, nor any reckless attempt to flee in despair, leaving Scorpion—who had mentally prepared himself beforehand—at a loss for words.

After reading this information, Xing Tianyu finally understood why Wei Zheng harbored such a pessimistic attitude.

He touched the restless black mark on his shoulder that constantly tried to consume him, recalling the terrifying man he had encountered in the previous test.

"Wash your feet!" Wu Lanxiang kicked Yang Yuanliang all over the floor with one foot, watching him wash his feet before getting into bed. As soon as Yang Yuanliang climbed onto the bed, he scurried away.

Asa Myohaku—this name flashed through Danzo’s mind. He seemed to be a jonin with a decent reputation and solid strength. Uchiha Itachi had a good relationship with him and had once tried to recruit him, though the other party had refused.

What a pity. At this moment, Chiba paid no attention to this rare and magnificent sight; his mind was entirely consumed by thoughts of that pitiful boy.

She had never won against him in bed; every time, he drove her nearly mad with his antics. Clearly, she had resisted at first, only to end up in total defeat, pinned firmly beneath him and possessed to his heart's content. His promise to let her be on top had never been fulfilled.

Wangchen was forced back step by step until she reached the corner of the wall with nowhere left to run. Only then, with trembling eyelashes, did she slowly raise her gaze to look at the face before her.

Mu Ling watched as the signal flare in that direction went out, a sudden sense of despair welling up in her heart. She whipped her horse fiercely and galloped like a shooting star toward the spot where the flare had been launched. Generals Liu Heming, Meng Yunyi, and the others struggled mightily to keep up from behind. Seeing Mu Ling in such a frantic state, a heavy sense of foreboding settled in their hearts as well.

A gentle voice rang out abruptly, following on the heels of the previous speaker’s final words. It came almost at the exact moment Manager Luo was finalizing the price for the second time, with impeccable and flawless timing.

Dongfang Hong was momentarily stunned. He had already guessed what Madam Lin’s next words would be; she was simply hoping for them to tie the knot. It seemed this matter was somewhat troublesome. Procrastination was useless; it would be better to resolve it promptly.

Just as the powerful figures were gazing into midair with awe and fiery anticipation, a deep and weathered voice echoed from above, instantly causing the experts to turn solemn and listen intently to his words.

If the other party truly admitted to it, and she somehow turned into Lacey one day, she would immediately bite off this man’s third leg.

This truly was a magical place. If not for the existence of the Reincarnation Clan, no one would ever have been able to find it here.

Ever since Mo Fengyue appeared in the defying realm and shone brilliantly during the Purple Spirit Realm competition, all the attention she used to receive had been snatched away, completely overshadowing her spotlight and making a complete fool of her.

For they saw that amid the chaotic thunder and lightning, one figure after another was now manifesting, stepping forward one by one as if ancient peerless experts of the same generation had been resurrected.

"Your Highness, judging by the Prince of Jin's previous actions, it is impossible for him to rashly enter Chang'an, letokine the Empress!" Wolong Sheng advised the Prince of Qin!

"I have a method we might as well try. Perhaps that spy will panic and reveal their tail," Beiming Hanxuan smiled seductively, his alluring peach-blossom eyes flashing with a chilling eerive glint.

Yang Tao also smiled. In truth, he was even more eager to see such a development, because the energy stored within his body was being frantically absorbed and transformed.

Chu Tian’s figure was also forced out by the impact. He punched fiercely into the ball of water vapor, sending splashes flying in all directions. On the other side, the chilling qi unleashed by Leng Qiuyue froze the incoming water vapor into an ice ball that dropped to the ground with a crisp, clear chime.

Although he had managed to block the previous sword strike, he was now severely injured, having lost seventy percent of his full power and completely devoid of any ability to fight again.

Therefore, Zhao Xiaoyan had no choice but to muster her courage, flush her pretty face, and put on a fierce, menacing facade.

Amidst the watchful gazes of the guards, Yang Wu led ten cavalrymen, kicking up a gale of wind and dust as they rode straight for the commander’s tent.

Judging from the strength Sun Wukong displayed during their battle just now, however, it seemed he had broken through to the super-warrior tier quite a long time ago.

Elder Zhen was the Academy's Seventh Elder. When he rushed over in a flurry, he only found the old man staring blankly at the array disc.

Jiang Chunyi sighed. Poisons might have antidotes because they harm the body; if one could find a substance to counteract the toxicity, perhaps it could be called an antidote to save lives.

Chen Yun slowly opened his eyes, tapped his dazed head, and stretched lazily, causing his bones to crackle and pop.

Zhang Wei watched as Wang Lan placed three red checkmarks on the test questions, then stood up, walked over to him, and extended his left hand palm-up.

Qin Ting took off her glasses in embarrassment, wiped the mist from the lenses, and scratched her head sheepishly.

With a loud bang, Lin Yu violently pushed open the door to find Qing'er lying in a pool of blood. He dashed forward in a single bound, scooped Qing'er up in his arms, and saw a blood-stained knife slip from her bosom. Upon further inspection, he discovered a deep slash cut across Qing'er's wrist.

Upon reaching the door of Ji Xiaoyang’s hospital room, Yang Bangbang slowly set Chen Manman down and supported her. Throughout the entire journey, although they did not exchange a single word, not a single detail requiring care had been overlooked.

Finding himself unable to shake off his current predicament, Chen Yun was also quite troubled. He was almost getting numb to coughing up blood. If this continued, his body simply wouldn't be able to withstand such ferocious attacks and would surely suffer heavy injuries, collapsing to the ground. Yet, at the moment, there was no alternative solution.