Posting a Mission

He swept Su Xinlan into his arms and bolted into the distance. Barely a dozen meters after he started running, a deafening explosion echoed behind them. Instantly, the surroundings were flooded with blinding light as a fiery red mushroom cloud surged into the sky.

Everyone shared a lighthearted joke before taking turns offering toasts to Li Xin. For each drink they downed, Li Xin merely took a polite sip, yet no one uttered a word of complaint. If he were to match every single person cup for cup, he would surely be plastered in no time.

After all, Song Zining was his young master, whose safety was of paramount importance. Should any mishap occur, dying ten thousand deaths would not suffice to atone for it.

Along the journey, they encountered several bands of mountain bandits attempting to block their path, all of whom were swiftly routed by them.

However, Xue Hao’s mind was not solely occupied with taking liberties; he remained vigilant, closely observing the subtle physical changes in Zhao Yanlan.

By the time he returned to Hanhai University, it was already noon. Having finished his lunch, he felt there was still plenty of time left.

Police officers stood holding handguns at the ready. Xu Sheng’s men were stunned at the sight, while Li Xin dragged Xu Sheng right up to the side of a police car.

"Lijuan, I also believe that this Gu poison wasn't... planted by you," Huang Jianxing managed to say as he laboriously opened his eyes.

However, her suggestion was rejected by the chief, who believed they should play it safe. A large-scale encirclement would deter the criminals from taking any drastic measures. Desperate to escape, the culprits might take hostages, but the sheer pressure of holding captives would make them think twice before acting rashly, allowing the police to dismantle their moves one by one.

Watching the left snake head lunge toward him, Sun Yang calmly deflected it with the back of his military shovel.

Meanwhile, Shi Yan’s spacecraft was still quite a distance away from the Heavenly Destruction Universe Kingdom; he had to cross several other cosmic realms before reaching his destination.

Holding Meng Wanning in one arm, Bai Yu spun around gracefully several times in midair before landing firmly on the ground, pushing the trope of the hero saving the damsel to its absolute limit.

"What the heck? Why did you follow me here? And how on earth did you squeeze yourself into a jar?" Xing Tianyi asked, staring at Tom.

The price for data on each different world varied significantly. For instance, information on the Shadow Realm cost a mere 100 ancient coins, whereas data on a place called the Abyss Realm required a staggering 500 ancient coins to download.

Moreover, judging by the Nightmare King's tone, that so-called Prime Essence monster—presumably the very entity seen earlier in the control room that seemingly wiped out the Blood Duke—appeared to be formidably powerful.

Would it reflect reality faithfully, or would it be altered? When the line between reality and manga began to blur, the truth might finally reveal its subtle traces.

Feeling Yu Weiling’s touch, Yu Weiyan raised her delicate eyebrows slightly, scoffing inwardly. Now that the timing was ripe, it was time for her to wake up.

When Yu Weiyan returned to Shenghui Hall holding the spatial bracelet, Baili Wuchen brought her another piece of news: Yu Zicheng had already arrived outside the palace gates.

Shangguan Fei’s gaze pierced forward like a flashing steel blade, startling the young boy so profoundly that he felt a bone-chilling cold from head to toe. Shangguan Fei’s look was so terrifying that everyone present instantly fell silent.

That gravitational pull was immensely powerful, drawing her skin into tight wrinkles and bending her entire body unnaturally. She tried desperately to struggle, but she could not muster even the slightest shred of strength.

"What are you looking at..." Xia Ling, who was just about to scold Feng Wanli for being such a nuisance, turned her head and saw a swarm of robotic creatures crawling in through the window again, just like the previous ones.

Averil naturally unleashed her internal power first, gradually enveloping the group and repelling the oppressive force surging around them, while arcs of lightning crackled furiously across her body.

Feng Wanli chanted silently in his mind. His pool of over five hundred points of vital energy plummeted instantly, dropping by more than three hundred points in the blink of an eye. Simultaneously, a vast array of knowledge regarding the third tier of the Lightning Thunder Fist imprinted itself directly into his consciousness.

Water droplets trickled down the tips of his hair as his long eyelashes fluttered, and he began to shiver involuntarily in the water from the chill.

In a normal combat scenario, this person might have possessed some form of sword aura to fend off the attack, but unfortunately, Lin源 had deployed the Soul-Fixing Spell beforehand, leaving the target entirely unable to truly recover.

Tall trees swayed to and fro in the darkness, rustling with strange noises that seemed exceptionally eerie in the dead of night.

The Northern Territory's Tianjing City was a unique metropolis. Perched atop a towering mountain peak, it was a sky city built by the Eagle Clan after expending immense time and effort.

Witnessing this, Feng Wanli knitted his sword-like brows. As corpse dust billowed and poured continuously into his chest, mouth, and nose, an unexplainable sense of unease welled up inside him.

A key—did it truly have to look like a physical key? This memory fragment was never meant for her; it was merely a tool designed to break the Oblivion Curse on the Black Lotus. Yet, she had never imagined that one day, the notion that "she does not belong to this world" would be seen right through by her capture target.

Wave noted: Yan Shuangbing’s combat prowess was unpredictable because her abilities were somewhat eccentric. Used correctly, she could overturn a Spirit Master; used wrongly, she couldn't even defeat a Spirit Disciple.

In an instant, Feng Bufan’s mood felt like a roller coaster, plummeting straight from the heavens down to the depths of the abyss.

"Naruto has been clamoring on about defeating you. It seems he still has a long way to go. But as for you... have you truly made up your mind?" Jiraiya asked with a smile.

Seconds later, Uchiha Ban’s expression darkened considerably... Obito had completely ignored his orders.

At this thought, Qingyue raised a hand to touch her face, smearing sticky blood across her fair, delicate fingers.

The rain fell in a steady, pattering drizzle. Fujioka leaned back against the head of the bed, quietly listening to the raindrops tapping against the window lattice, watching the streaks of water slide down the glass. Her thoughts drifted along with the flowing rain, converging and trickling away drop by drop before vanishing without a trace.

Following a resounding dragon roar, the strange anomaly in the sky vanished as abruptly as it had appeared, leaving not a single trace behind. Even the waterspout disappeared, and the water mysteriously returned to its source, leaving behind only the lowered water level as proof that it had ever vanished at all.