Volume One, Chapter 46: I’ll Wait for You...

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Old Black braced himself with one hand and was about to spring up!

“Damn it!” I cursed, bringing the mallet down with all my strength!

The first time I dealt with him, I had never intended to kill him.

When I dealt with Li Guangzu, I had never intended to kill him either.

Even when I dealt with Supervisor Ma Fei, I had never intended to kill him!

My purpose had always been to resolve matters. Everything I did was merely meant to frighten them and make sure they would never dare do it again!

Even when I went to the old house to retrieve the box and faced Liang Yao, Old Zhao, and the others, I had not felt such murderous intent. I had only wanted to escape!

But this time, I truly wanted him dead…

“Bang!”

One blow from my mallet sent Old Black crashing back into his chair!

Zeng Jing collapsed to the floor beside him.

I ignored them all and simply…

When Kaikai came out of the Yizhi Dao Private Equity Investment Company, he was clutching one hundred thousand yuan in his arms. It felt terribly heavy.

Only after Jiang Feiran learned that Su Xuanyun was the owner of Yunhai Tower and the largest shareholder of Anjin Beauty did she gradually understand. Su Xu must have been relying on these assets to turn danger into safety time and time again.

It was clearly visible that, apart from the six armies already deployed south of the Luoshui River, the remaining eight armies were arranged in a single line along its banks.

Feeling as though they were being interrogated, all the consorts froze in a daze, an involuntary shudder running through their hearts.

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According to the records of Wushuang City, Love That Topples a City was created by the Martial Saint. He had once used this single move to destroy a city of one hundred thousand people. “Toppling a city” was precisely what the name meant.

Yuan Yi could no longer sit still. He knew, of course, that the Yuan family was enjoying immense power and prosperity, but all their wealth and status rested upon his uncle Yuan Kui alone. If the opposition wished to move against the Yuan family, they had only to eliminate his uncle.

Lin Lang still wanted to go and see how many mutations the spirit herbs there had undergone after being watered with the Demon Dragon’s blood.

That was Kyoto’s significance to the Guanxi region, and it was ten times more important than its military significance.

The trial Kaikai and the rest of the team had just undergone was actually much like the previous summoning of warriors to the world of Azeroth. The chosen candidates had been placed directly into the Topological World, a real space existing in the layer between the physical world and Azeroth.

For someone like Ye Jing, there were certain matters he would never pursue too deeply, because he knew they were not things he ought to ask about.

“We’re no longer in the forest. Even if you want to use the same trick again, it won’t work,” someone said.

“Looks like you’ll have to fight for your life. You killed the person he cared about most!” Liao Hua suddenly gave Shi A an eerie smile.

When the sword was still ten centimeters from Ye Chen, a wall seemed to appear before him. It stopped Yuan Kun’s murderous strike in its tracks, preventing it from advancing even half an inch farther.

They all stared grimly at Fang Yi. They had already taken him completely for prey and were certain he was as good as theirs.

Huo Jun had not served as governor of Nanyang for years for nothing. In only three days, he had gathered more than thirty thousand jin of pig iron, along with several pieces of cold iron, greatly delighting Liu Yong.

Yet he could not lose his temper now, for that would be tantamount to exposing the truth. Thinking this, Kui Liang’s formerly refined and fair face turned an ashen blue, its twisted expression revealing all his fury.

Xiang Hao was startled and hurriedly struck out with one palm, shattering the black radiance. But then he discovered that his palm had been bitten open and was bleeding. He was stunned. His physical body had already reached the Unbreakable Vajra Realm—what on earth could possibly bite through his skin?

The villagers were simple and honest. Although Liu Yong might not even remember every one of their faces, he saw the deep reluctance in those weathered and youthful countenances alike.

He, too, had been infected by the Heavenly Dao Death Curse. Its power was so formidable that even an emperor at the late stage could not resist it. Could he break it?

Next, the God of Yankong began selling all sorts of spirit fruits and treasures: savage-beast crystal cores the size of eggs, supreme-grade materials for artifact refinement, and divine medicines for healing that had grown for ten thousand years.

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Fang Zheng snorted coldly and advanced instead of retreating. Under his Eye of Insight, the other man’s sword technique was utter trash, moving slower than a tortoise. How could it possibly injure him?

Xun Yi let out a long breath. Seeing her aggrieved expression, he had no idea how to lecture her. Upon returning to the City Lord’s Residence, the first thing he did was examine her injured leg. The instant he rolled up her trouser leg, he truly felt an urge to explode on the spot from sheer anger.

My car slammed straight into the barrier and stalled. I got out and walked toward Sick Tiger with nothing but my bare hands. Sick Tiger had intended to drive away, but when he saw me get out, he stopped as well.

“A little. You don’t understand me. You don’t know my past, and I don’t want to bring you harm. My future won’t be like this either. I won’t be like other people and spend my whole life living an ordinary, uneventful existence!”

As I spoke, I took off my shirt and showed it to her. Once she had finished looking, I put it back on.

Fang Zheng did not care about his attitude. It was perfectly normal. The older disciples within a sect naturally considered themselves superior to newcomers. It was the same everywhere.

When they heard that Fan Zeng had detained their families, the clansmen and nobles who had gone to rescue Wei Jiao erupted in an uproar. Those desperate to save their own relatives immediately turned around with their private soldiers and retainers.

Xun Yi had no time for his headache. His sharp gaze lashed at Ji Shuhan like a whip, urging him to hurry forward and pull the two women apart.

As an ordinary courier for the South Bank branch, she could communicate only through a single line with the contact assigned by the branch.

Fang Cong and the others hurried away, afraid of becoming entangled in the trouble. Some even laughed gleefully, eager to see Fang Zheng thoroughly beaten by Fang Mo and the others.

After so many years, I was going back again. This time, I would not fail—and I could not afford to fail!

I was still somewhat nervous and uneasy. Perhaps the only person I truly owed an apology to was Left Spider. He had desperately tried to make me leave this circle, while I was now desperately forcing my way back into it.

Those words were like a burning coal dropping into a pool of water. The explosive information sent everyone’s emotions soaring, yet at that very moment it also left the entire crowd utterly silent.

The Supreme Stele had existed before the Supreme Sect. In fact, the entire Supreme Sect had been founded around the Supreme Stele.

After enduring decades of darkness and decline, even though Su Zhou had allowed them to savor the sweet taste of championship victory, apart from a small number of extreme fans, no Chinese person who genuinely loved table tennis would demand too much of this fledgling Chinese team still struggling to find its feet.

“I wasn’t asleep. I’ve been watching you the whole time,” he said.

By the light of the moon, he quietly watched her sleeping face, wondering what would happen when she gave birth and imagining what life would be like for the three of them after the child was born.

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