Volume One, Chapter 59: Shen Chaowu, Whose Presence Radiates for Two Meters Eight

The two policemen exchanged glances.

The portly officer, unconcerned with protocol, bluntly exposed Jiang Yao’s lie. “This necklace isn’t yours. Why are you lying?”

“I, I…”

Her face grew pale, and Jiang Yao, eyes brimming with tears, gazed at Shen Hanchuan. “Brother Hanchuan, I don’t want to go to prison…”

Three men restrained her, and even though Zhuo Lexuan wished to prove her innocence with her own death, they refused to give her the chance. She could only endure it, forced and powerless.

Dian Dian turned her gaze, scrunching her delicate face into a tight little bun, truly cupping her cheeks with both hands, bowing her head in deep contemplation.

“I’ve watched the roadside surveillance footage from that time. The battle was recorded. The person who attacked Gu Fei was highly skilled—certainly not someone Hu Jianyong could have found,” Hu Jianzhong continued.

Shen Chengren cradled Ning Qian’s face, looking at her with tenderness. From deep within, Shen Chengren felt guilty, as if he had failed to protect Ning Qian and let her suffer injustice.

Anna said nothing, only cast a sorrowful glance at Hu Ye, turning her head to show him her swan-like, elegant neck.

Hu Ye had Hu Sanniang lie on her side on the bed, gently removing her trousers, discovering that her scars had faded so much they were almost invisible. Given some time, they would surely disappear completely.

Many were confident that, even if they couldn’t defeat the Dao Heart, they could escape amidst the chaos. Survival depended on their own abilities; if they failed and died, they had only themselves to blame.

This departure—who knew if there would ever be a reunion? The world beyond was vast, with dangers everywhere. To become a saint was no easy feat; countless prodigies had fallen on the path of martial cultivation, their bones buried in desolate anonymity.

In the Pit of Thousand Poisons and Ten Thousand Graves, evil miasma soared, making it nearly impossible for the living to approach. Swamps sprawled everywhere, making every step difficult.

“We’ll discuss this later!” The Eastern Emperor replied coldly to Emperor Jun. His tone was utterly devoid of emotion, as if speaking to a stranger—no, even less than a stranger.

When work ended, Foster stepped out of the office, with Cyberton trailing beside him like a hawk shadowing its prey, never leaving his side.

Her body shook from crying; she had never been so heartbroken. A sensation touched her shoulder—a hand rested there. She looked up at the person behind her: the Red Violet Mage, her superior. In the distance stood several of her former companions.

The ghostly figure that appeared in the vengeful spirit’s photo—could it really break free from the confines of the photograph and enter reality?

Without a word, Zilo shoved the crystal card into Wu Zheng’s hand. This was the so-called ticket, the only material he could find that couldn’t be counterfeited. Once done, he darted behind the counter and began eating.

At that moment, a roar echoed, followed by ten furious shouts in succession. On the summit of Emerald Cloud Peak, in the Dao Seeking Sect, a quarter of the mountain collapsed amidst clouds of dust. Countless disciples were terrified, fleeing in panic. Those who failed to escape were torn apart by chilling waves of energy.

“This is a trap.” Karl Malone recalled the opponent’s leisurely pace and the tripwire here. The enemy had long prepared to deal with him and had accurately predicted his escape route.

He swept his right hand; a white lotus exploded in his palm, then transformed into countless azure arrows that surged toward Zhao Ang and his companion.

“Buddha bows his head in compassion, Vajra glares in wrath—each has its own destiny! To kill does not mean one cannot become a Buddha!” Bereft of his Buddhist nature, Shaka became bloodthirsty and fierce. His eyes, crimson as blood, radiated a chilling murderous light.

Hiding among the men in black, Qingmu’s injuries had stabilized somewhat. With a cold shout, he drew out another white lotus and hurled it skyward. With a soft buzzing sound, a layer of azure light appeared before Li Guang and his companions.