Chapter 48: More Than Just Friends

Feng Tianzong was a ruthless man as well. Realizing he had kicked an iron wall today, he did not hesitate to kneel before Long Yi, knocking his head against the floor with resounding thuds.

In just a few blinks, the speeding vehicles arrived on the road not far from Qin Tian and his companion. Suddenly, the driver of the lead car was shot, and the sedan instantly lost its course, hurtling wildly toward where Qin Tian and Ayiyunzi stood.

A figure as swift as a leopard shot forward, unleashing a powerful star force that compressed the space within a hundred meters, forcibly locking Ye Ran in place.

Recently, this fellow, with Tang De’s backing, had been fiercely targeting the great families, only to end up entangling himself in trouble.

Wait a minute—you're not wielding either the Fish and Sheep Sword or the Spirit Sword, so how can your attacks be so devastating?

“The Guoluoluo clan is famous for producing beauties, but there are always those with impure intentions. Eighth Sister-in-law, wouldn’t you agree?” Yintao was not the type to swallow his grievances. He dared to challenge even the Emperor, so did she really think that just because he got along with his Eighth Brother, he would always yield to her, letting her bully him and his wife?

Her thoughts were in turmoil—one moment fearing the children had already been killed in the chaos, the next worrying that with the turmoil outside, the Old Immortal of Changbai might not find them.

Since he had to wait for Niu Boyi, he might as well play a game to pass the time; simply waiting was too great a test of his patience.

It wasn’t as exaggerated as all that—after all, you can’t exactly discuss the same topics with a close friend as you would with Yinyong. It was just an analogy.

The cellphone demon stretched out its hand and grabbed Qin Long’s arm. Startled, Qin Long tried to pull his arm back, but after a few attempts, he failed.

Lei Jiuyue’s maniacal laughter echoed perfectly through the air. With a single step, his figure seemed to tread once more on empty air.

Mother Tang’s intention was to make him realize his limitations, to stop him from doing things beyond his ability, and to focus more on his studies.

“Wait, we still have to figure out how they’ll rack up points. It’ll take some thinking.” As Jiang Shan spoke, he yawned, and before long, fell asleep out of sheer boredom.

Wu Qianqian’s heart seethed with resentment. That sense of inferiority after comparing herself to others was unbearable, and she couldn’t help glancing toward Young Master Wu Zhengxuan.

A few days later, the Map of Rivers and Mountains began to dissolve, its immense and robust energy continuously merging into his body.

Jiang Shan was no fool; when he saw them preventing G5 from adapting to the field, he already guessed this matter wouldn’t be so simple.

After he had eliminated all the ghosts, the other party suddenly appeared to point fingers—wasn’t that just courting death?

Ji An was deep in thought when a disciple from the Celestial Palace Beyond Heaven invited him to collect his prize for victory.

He simply set out leisurely, showing not the slightest intention of investigating the Mist Zone.

“Oh, she still doesn’t know my name.” Hearing her ask, Yang Gang was secretly delighted and answered at once.

Seeing Jiang Donghuan suddenly burst into uncontrollable laughter, Jiang Xinxin realized she’d been had. Flushed with embarrassment and anger, she reached out to retaliate, only to find that, as a patient, Jiang Donghuan offered no opportunity for reprisal.

Chu Liuxian understood that the Yellow Wind Demon wanted to solve the problem independently, to establish his reputation as the first demon general in the eyes of Chu Liuxian, the other demon generals, the Old Locust Tree, and all the monsters of Huaishan.

On the ground, the founding ancestor of Heavenly Sword Mountain finally revealed himself, but now he looked especially miserable and wretched.

Duan Yingfeng, an old hand, glanced around, feeling a bit speechless before secretly chuckling. It seemed Master Qin had been ignored, but that was fine—he was always welcome at the Martial Association. There was no need to play with high-tech gadgets; the path of the martial artist was the way to go.

At this moment, Yang Gang didn’t need to use any inner strength at all as he followed him in a rapid descent. The thing underground grew larger in his eyes, and just as they were only a few yards from the ground, the Misty Scholar’s falling speed abruptly slowed. Like a leaf in the wind, he swayed gently left and right and landed softly on the ground.

However, Yan Bing had also come to understand something: wishing wasn’t that simple. You couldn’t be granted power directly—only the method. Otherwise, why would Qin Fen think of the art of transformation? But it was fine; if Qin Fen could learn, so could he! He even had to thank Qin Fen for giving him so much experience, sparing him many detours.

Now, under Xia Tian’s mentorship, she had become a well-known pop star in Hong Kong, releasing albums, performing on stage, and acting in TV dramas, earning millions of Hong Kong dollars in a single day.

The rebellious squads of the Evil Beast Legion, including the Berserk Evil Beast Warriors, tried to resist at first, but due to the difference in strength and their poor condition, they were quickly suppressed.

What Tang Lang hadn’t expected was that Ming Yuzhen’s wife, Lady Peng, also took up arms and fought fiercely against the Mongol troops, each move deft and powerful.

Though these people had all become formidable, and the wars had attracted many free players to serve as reservists, the Wolf Tribe still lacked the funds to recruit and maintain an army.

His left hand still hung weak and powerless. From the look of it, the bones and such must have taken considerable damage.

Three days ago, Lu Chen had already canceled the bonus announcement. Yet hundreds of fishing boats belonging to the Wolf Tribe still remained unavailable to outsiders, instead rotated among official members of the main guild and branches, with the stipulation that eighty percent of the catch had to be handed over.