Volume 1, Chapter 39: The Ruse Succeeds, She Has Lost!

When Qiao Xiayan was pushed aside, her lower back struck the corner of a table. It stung a little, but it was nothing serious.

Nightwing considered himself a veteran of Gotham’s streets, believing there was nothing left in the world that could surprise him; yet, upon hearing of Martin’s peculiarities, his mind went completely numb.

The reply was crisp and concise, carrying a sense of unyielding determination. Although Martin was young, the identities he had assumed and the experiences he had endured were far beyond what an ordinary person might encounter in several lifetimes.

Qin Feng tucked his phone back into his pocket while gesturing toward Ma Bo, who stood beside him, and spoke with solemnity.

Throughout the journey, Lin Yexi kept her head lowered, mimicking the personality of the original host, while her peripheral vision darted about, piecing together everything she saw with her memories.

Nightwing did not know the identity of this Arkham Knight, but he knew this individual must be significant; otherwise, the Penguin’s henchmen would not have waited until now to storm in.

Lin Mu’s voice interrupted Xu Meng’s reverie. Xu Meng chuckled self-deprecatingly and followed him into the tavern.

As the words faded, my vision, obscured by the rain, caught sight of several hulking, dark figures rushing over from the side of the road.

Yet, He Hongsheng, the King of Macau, still managed to glean some information through the rumors gathered by his informants at the harbor.

The faint, flickering light of an eerie oil lamp danced in the spacious cellar, stretching the mottled shadows on the stone walls and adding a touch of mystery and unease to the space.

The figure that appeared was indeed the demon-human who had emerged from Ao Chi. A monstrous aura, vast and all-encompassing, radiated from him. Unlike his state moments after birth, his eyes were no longer clouded by confusion; they burned with demonic nature and bloodlust, and his entire being was saturated with an indescribable, peculiar temperament.

Although they were strangers, Leng Yu had made a reasonably good impression on Chengtian. Since he was in a position to help, it was a trivial matter, so why not?

"Fine! To be ignorant is to be innocent, as they say. Your original intention was merely to earn some spirit silver, not to intentionally betray your brothers. I forgive you!" Li Shante waved his hand with immense magnanimity.

At this moment, Ye Xian looked at Yun Fei’er in such a state, and his heart felt agonizingly heavy. He felt as though his heart were bleeding, yet he was utterly helpless, unable to comprehend how Yun Fei’er had fallen into such a condition.

The Ancient Saint Gem was, without question, a priceless treasure. The Harlequin Isha must have paid a staggering price to acquire it.

Thus, when Qiu Yaye turned around, the sight that met Jin Potian’s eyes was a beautiful face filled with fury.

"No, nothing." The turn of events had far exceeded his expectations; Ye Xian no longer knew what to say.

"Very well," Xu Changde agreed immediately, while Murong Mingyue, standing to the side, said nothing but gave a slight nod.

There was one more thing Chengtian had considered: Yuan Hong did not yet know he had been exposed and was perhaps still smugly satisfied with himself.

A slender, fiery-red figure appeared gracefully atop the main hall of the Eastern Palace. Her beautiful, autumn-water-like eyes gazed toward the back mountains in a trance… Had he succeeded?

Only the Heavenly Fire could contend with his World-Ending Flame! Yan Shitian suddenly recalled the Everlasting Immortal Fire he had sensed previously in the Imperial Palace of the Wu Kingdom. His heart stirred instantly.

His tactical errors had caused the other junior brothers to doubt his judgment. Although they still followed his commands, the lack of coordination became increasingly apparent.

After the Eighth Route Army headquarters issued the notice regarding the counter-mopping-up campaign, many villages remained tense for quite a while. However, as the enemy’s alarm never truly sounded, the common folk resumed their lives as usual.

The night sky resembled a dark blue curtain, studded with shimmering stars that left one deeply intoxicated.

Before this, he felt his internal organs swaying with the motion of the boat. No matter how strong a man was, he could not withstand such constant rocking.

By the time I finished breakfast and arrived at the K University gate with Zhang Wen, it was already nine o'clock in the morning. Today was Sunday, and logically, Wang He should not have had any classes. However, I did not have her contact information and worried she might be out shopping or on a date, which would make the trip a wasted effort.

Qu Feiyan turned her head, her large eyes still brimming with tears. "Will my grandfather really die? Is there truly no way you can save him?"

I have always hated hospitals, and even more so since returning to Earth. The smell of disinfectant irritated my sensitive nose, and the agonizing groans of the patients made me uncomfortable. Following behind the Fox, we stepped into the elevator.

In his memories, the first time he set foot here, he saw a hall pulsating with a mysterious aura, and he had been standing in the center. Surrounding him, positioned toward the four cardinal directions, were four distinct statues—the four great deities of the Phantom Beast Clan.

The two failed to locate the aura of the Vibration Talisman, but as their range of perception expanded, they sensed a formidable power beneath the water, suppressing its own aura to remain hidden from them.

Listening to Gano’s account, Saloyan felt a profound shock; he opened his mouth but found himself unable to speak. It sounded like an epic tale, yet he knew his old partner would not exaggerate the facts.

The confidence and power contained within his words caused even the energy barrier designed to muffle sound to ripple.

"Don't worry, I'm an expert at surveillance." No sooner had I finished speaking than the taxi driver emerged from the amulet.

In the council chamber, Father Luke sat in his chair, his body and voice trembling; it was as if that day’s nightmare had returned, deeply rattling his nerves.

Chen Fei’s heart skipped a beat as he hurriedly shot out of the rock crevice. He could not let Old Suo execute Fan Xue; he still had a belly full of questions that only she could answer.

Just then, that Luda-brand taxi seemed prepared to leave, and the driver poked his head out from inside the car.

"Lai Bu is his own man; whatever he wants to do is his business, and I cannot control him! You all can decide for yourselves!" Shen Hua said with a dismissive pout.

Xie Tianlong and Chen Mufan both felt a surge of excitement, thinking to themselves that this guy was truly losing his mind and had taken the bait once again.