Chapter 39: The Promise

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Ye Suman held the machine gun steadily, deliberately firing toward the densest clusters of enemies. Having suppressed them, she seized the opportunity and leapt onto the highway, where a car, already running, gradually started moving again upon noticing her silhouette.

“Let fate decide. Someone as important as him must be hidden where no one knows. Even if we find him, breaking through won’t be easy. We just have to wait a little longer; he can’t stay hidden forever,” Shen Jialan thought to herself.

“…If I had known this, I shouldn’t have aimed at her upper body in the first place,” muttered the two figures who finally emerged from the cabin.

Undoubtedly, the Dongsheng Alliance was rich in resources and boasted many ancient martial artists; it could rightfully be called a sacred ground of evolution.

“What did you say?” Grandpa Man Er, growing impatient, sighed as half of his hand probed toward Zheng Xianglan’s throat, but despite exerting force, his hand could not advance another inch.

“It’s enough that you arrived. Gifts and such don’t matter to me,” Xiao Mengya said with a smile as she personally brewed tea for Lin Feng.

From a thicket of bushes, their every move was observed from top to bottom, yet they themselves remained unseen.

Normally, such attacks would not harm Miao Zhiyue, but with the power of the laws forbidden, she could not transform into petals to evade these assaults.

“What are you doing here?” Mo Jiuqing looked surprised to see Qing Jue meditating in his own courtyard.

The last time Mo Jiuqing helped Dantai Yuxue escape, and now Mo Linglang had brought someone back, apparently still offering protection.

“It feels like this! We’re all sealed inside!? The mirror flower and broken sword illusion seals enemies inside mirrors, so simple! We’re inside her mirror right now!” Miss Meiwei’s face was grim.

“Flame Lord, you, the rightful heir of Flaming Mountain, attacking us low-tier gods—what kind of warrior are you?” Suddenly, someone shouted harshly.

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Aside from this hole, the magical beast bore no other wounds. Astonishingly, the beast was already dead. On closer inspection, it seemed not to have died from this injury but rather of natural causes.

However, the Purple Magnolia’s fury was terrifying; overwhelming murderous intent stained the sky for miles. The dense aura even dragged Ziyun Yuan into hell itself—blood-red skies, blood-red earth, mountains of corpses; all was glaringly horrific.

“I don’t know what’s going on either. Murong Xianglong brought me here, saying his mother died,” Huang Fei shook his head, equally puzzled why Murong would bring him along.

Sure enough, Mo Jiuqing’s kick twisted the man’s head into an irregular angle, the sound of snapping bones unmistakably loud.

Wu Zhong saw through the scheme, and Yu Dayong laughed to cover his own embarrassment, feeling quite pleased afterward. “How’s my great move?”

Ning Fuchen was deeply moved; Mutefu inviting a local expert was not to protect him but because his thoughts first went to his parents.

It turned out that the person sitting here before was not Mutefu at all, but Ning Fuchen. Due to his use of illusions, to those who could not see through, this man appeared as Mutefu.

Though considering acting, Ning Fuchen refrained; after all, this was others’ territory, and he truly intended to take their belongings.

“Wait!” Ziyu turned to the man who had just approached her. The two words “Wait” slipped from her lips.

Xuja was delighted and asked Fan Sui to take him to the Prime Minister’s mansion. The officials there, seeing Fan Sui arrive by carriage, quickly avoided him. Xuja found this odd but said nothing. Upon arrival, Fan Sui told Xuja to wait while he reported to “Prime Minister Zhang Jun.”

Originally, he did not wish to expose her, but Zhao Li, that woman, had taken the bait herself. If the master did not confront her, how could he be justified?

She hesitated. Recently, her feelings toward Xue Fei had grown closer, truly seeing Xue Fei as her master. Though not loyal enough to die for her, she remained the most faithful. If tempted by a life she desired, she would not even consider betraying her.

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As expected, when this topic arose, everyone hesitated. During the pause, someone proposed a suggestion.

“Don’t... tonight is your Highness’s wedding night, I wouldn’t dare challenge you with martial arts first thing tomorrow morning at your residence. Besides, even if you’re willing, the princess likely wouldn’t be!” the man chuckled.

“You’ll be the same someday!” Old Chen glanced at A Chao, who visibly changed expression upon hearing this, clearly having pondered the issue.

Some were eager to approach and get closer to him, but recalling the rumors, they held back their intentions.

The iron giant’s offense and defense far surpassed the stone giant’s, but the stone giant was more agile and unlike the iron giant, did not melt when exposed to fire. Thus, the strengths and weaknesses of the three giants depended on the context—for instance, thrown into the sea, all three would be useless.

Yet, under Lu Baiting’s nearly sullen gaze, the butler wisely kept silent and quietly withdrew.

Meng Yin danced excitedly, gesturing with both hands at the two; Chen Yao petted a dog with one hand, occasionally chiming in, overwhelmed by the commotion.

Karen was startled recalling these three words. His insight was no surprise, given his inheritance from Lady Alice, the former demon god Archimedes, and now Dante.

After defeating Blue Dye at Youhabach, then Youhabach at Hell, the invincible would eventually face foes from the heavens.

Gao Yu’s latest update recorded Straw Hat’s crew successfully defeating the werewolf A Long and setting sail with their companions toward the ocean.