Volume One, Chapter 42: Are You Reborn Too?
After everyone had left, the Ji family closed the door behind them. Ji’s mother carefully examined Lin Ranyan from head to toe, then reached out to touch her belly and pinch the corners of her clothes. Only after making sure nothing was amiss did she finally breathe a long sigh of relief.
Each member of the Ji family expressed their concern for her, only then allowing the young couple to return to their room.
“Was what happened to Xia Zhiyuan your doing?” Lin Ranyan leaned against the door, fixing her gaze on her husband.
Qin Yibai was well aware that excessive courtesy never offended anyone. Even though the Immortal Emperor appeared indifferent to such formalities, performing them would never draw criticism, whereas neglecting them could leave others with unpredictable thoughts.
Xiao Rang had so easily cut off Li Cailian’s hair; it was clear he could just as easily have taken her head. In this contest, Li Cailian had lost, utterly and completely, without a shred of suspense.
With a thunderous crash, Qin Yibai’s mountain-like right fist had barely struck the underside of the Crystal-Breaking Hammer before the terrifying intent of the hammer shattered it to dust. As his severed arm dropped, a new one instantly took form, and he swung yet another punch at the hammer.
Though he appeared only for an instant, everyone in the Star Palace saw clearly: it was an exceptionally young man.
Strike while the iron is hot—now was no time for mercy. As the swordsman’s arm was severed, Qiu Shaoze intended to kill him with a single blow. Yet at that moment, the Four Absolutes’ four long swords swept toward him. Qiu Shaoze hurriedly recalled Ganjiang to defend, involuntarily stepping back.
Seeing this, Li Ningyu couldn’t help but smile, for Chiang Chung-cheng’s every move made it plain he wanted to attend the meeting between the Far East and the Kingdom of Hanzi. In fact, Chiang didn’t know that Li Ningyu had long planned for him to be present.
Even though, after the outbreak of conflict, all continents had cut off contact with the two supreme intelligences, the original arrangements could not be so easily undone.
Across the long table sat a young man of twenty-five or twenty-six. With fair skin, thick brows, and large eyes, he would have been considered handsome, were it not for lips thin as paper and a hooked nose. His pretense of grandeur was laced with pettiness, malice, and a sinister, affected air.
Since the wardrobe incident in Taiwan, Zhao Duoduo had never again treated Li Ningyu with courtesy. Every time she saw him, she called him a rake. Li Ningyu had even sought her out about this, demanding she address him by name, or as “Young Master” or “Master Yu.”
“What a lively night this is!” The appearance of a level-six bone-armored zombie left everyone in shock, including Liu Kaizhen and Xie Shengxiong. When I saw it roaring at the giant zombie, I understood at once.
Su Niansheng hadn’t been sleeping well lately, never able to sink into deep slumber, and was jolted awake by a nightmare before seven o’clock.
Next, the water sphere turned to droplets—countless beads flying toward Zhang Hong. Overwhelmed, Zhang Hong had no way to attack Ling Fei in return.
If he had personally cultivated such an outstanding disciple, he would never have allowed anyone to poach him so easily.
A faintly cold remark drifted through the crowd, halting the atmosphere. The Long family’s faces all clouded with anger.
The shadowy figure was engulfed in flames; with a sudden roar, the black mist around it was swiftly dispelled, revealing its true form within the inferno.
Yang Yin was the first to recover, glancing back at the others whose mouths still hung open. With a few distinctive coughs, he eased the awkwardness.
Among the airdropped supplies were radar watches; whoever found one could clearly see their team’s location, the location of the airdropped supplies, the center of the map, and the number of remaining teams—all at a glance. In this drill, the radar watch was nothing short of a magical tool.