Chapter 49: The Soaring Demonic Chariot

She did indeed like Yan Jingchen, and had once even hoped to make him her Dao companion, but to be toyed with in such a manner ignited a fury within her. She even began to harbor resentment toward this man, secretly wishing that someday he would regret his actions, best of all kneeling before her in tears and begging for forgiveness.

As Chu Ruoyan was imagining Yan Jingchen one day kneeling and pleading for mercy, a commotion erupted at the entrance of the assembly hall. She turned her gaze in that direction and noticed—

Even a casual glance revealed that these slightly dim souls all emanated a twilight-like aura of decline.

It was a sealed letter, its contents succinct: Shen You’an had been admitted to the Gifted Class at the De Ren Center for Education, and was to report to De Ren University with identification on the ninth day of the first lunar month, after the Spring Festival.

Having fallen from favor, even Youniang, her maid, was now as useless as a surplus princess. The mothers of the third and fourth princes, however, were in favor, and carried themselves with pride.

“What’s there to think about? Just announce again that we’ve found a third Mona Lisa, and then have the Louvre give us back our national treasure,” Zhao Long replied without a care.

With such terrifying explosive power, even those with extraordinary abilities likely wouldn’t last long.

Did he really think himself indispensable? If he wanted to drag things out, so be it—Radiance Entertainment would never bow to a newcomer.

Next, Boss Xu stepped forward first, reaching directly into Lin Mo’s sleeve.

Zhao Guang arrived at the training ground to find his father, Zhao Yun, already warmed up and practicing his spear techniques.

“You just came like this? Didn’t bring anything?” Lin Mo asked innocently, unaware of any change in their demeanor.

Jiang Lingcheng always wore that cold expression, displeased with everyone. His mood was even darker now, and even Chen Jingyao, usually so mischievous in front of Lin Shan, dared not make a sound.

In a distant valley, a grand demonic formation suddenly appeared, dark purple-black clouds billowing and shrouding the area for miles. Seeing this, the two sisters widened their eyes in shock.

Though he’d been lost in thought a moment before, he hadn’t missed a single word of their conversation.

“Immortal? I doubt it!” Wang Hu’s pupils turned pitch black, while the bone knife in his hand instantly became blood red.

Since entering the bar, Yang Wei had been sizing up the bodyguards—every one of them a burly, imposing giant.

Chu Yang didn’t care whether he hit or not; so long as he fired, the enemy sniper’s position would be revealed, and then he could take out their commander without hesitation.

Suddenly, the demon beast let out a long, piercing howl, its cry morphing into a wave of energy that surged straight toward Cheng Feng.

“All right, enough of your nonsense. We’re short on time. Get a good night’s sleep, and Lao Chu, tomorrow you head over to Dao Sanbu’s camp to investigate whether these people’s backgrounds match what Uncle Kong said!” Xiang Zuo turned to Chu Yang with instructions.

The unique Stellar Law was even more remarkable than the Level Six Stellar Manifestation. Still, the gap between the two wasn’t overwhelming—they stood on near equal footing, though with a subtle difference.

In the next instant, he snapped back to his senses, and a surge of formidable battle energy fused instantly into the demon beast beneath him.

Now, with all seven Celestial Envoys stationed on the Immortal Island, not even the mighty Black Dragon Clan would dare trespass, let alone him.

Li Dapeng took the bullets from Li Nan, loaded them into the magazine, gripped the gun with both hands, and aimed at a wooden target twenty meters away.

Supporting the “Old Scholar” out of the forensic room, they sat together on the sunlit lawn, and Yu Xinyuan’s mood lightened considerably, though a shadow still lingered in his heart.

The next morning, Qian Ruoruo woke early while Jing Moxuan still slept. She tucked him in, changed into casual clothes, and went downstairs to prepare breakfast for him.

These giants, who had never seen the Great Snow Mountain, knew nothing of ice. When curiosity led them to touch the dam, it suddenly burst apart, unleashing millions of tons of river water that surged downward, scattering more than a thousand marching orcs in all directions.