Volume One, Chapter Ninety-Five: They Simply Did Not Care About Them

Yan Qiuning had thought that her and Qin Zhan’s high-profile public announcement online would surely put an end to all the rumors.

Inside the inner courtyard, Elder Su led Ling Tian toward the dormitories while explaining all the rules of the inner court to the four newcomers, subtly probing Ling Tian about his reasons for coming to Canaan Academy.

“Thank you, Master,” the village chief said, instructing the others to prepare. They set up an altar on the deck, while the fake Taoist on the river recited incantations even he didn’t understand, performing a few tricks for show.

At that moment, the bottom of the exhaust vent suddenly opened, and a robot holding a broom waited at the opening. However, instead of the meat it expected, a large, intact rat performed a graceful backflip and landed lightly on the floor! Were this not a mindless robot but a living person, the sight might have scared them half to death.

For Lin Feng, this show was sure to be a hit. It might not seem very appealing at first glance, but once someone started watching, they couldn’t help but get drawn in.

Bang! A palm struck the shield, shattering it instantly. The man in fine clothes wore a necklace that unleashed another water-blue barrier, but it too was shattered by a slap. As the third layer of defense barely started to form, there was a crisp snap!

With a wave, a divine spear appeared in his hand. He raised it and thrust toward Zhou Ruohan. Seeing this, anger flashed across the faces of those nearby, but confronted with the Zhou family of Azure Dragon City, a colossal power, they could only swallow their fury and resentment.

As for Esdeath, even an army was nothing before her ultimate move. No matter how many ants there were, they were still just ants to her.

What kind of channel was Mango TV? It had always been productions begging for their favor—when had they ever humbled themselves to request something from others?

The camera shifted to the killer—a man from Japan about forty years old. When he saw the system notification, his face lit up with joy. He immediately stopped shooting, put away his gun, and turned to run down the slope.

Smiling Three Times’ words seemed to stir pain deep within Nameless’ heart, and for a moment, the entire scene fell silent.

After spending several months at the camp, Wang Xiao finally succeeded in creating an energy light suit. With Tang Xinyu’s formation, they managed to inscribe the light suits into every warrior’s body.

By the usual schedule, their work shouldn’t have yielded results for another two months, but the abrupt task meant they were thrust into police work ahead of time.

These children, of mixed Xiongnu and Han descent, had from birth been destined to live their lives as slaves to the Xiongnu. They looked up in confusion, uncertain whether to obey their mothers or remain here, tending sheep and horses for their Xiongnu masters.

It seemed there was an irresistible temptation behind the door. Once free from restraint, he headed straight for the stone gate.

His aircraft was parked at a nearby landing pad, connected by a two-meter-wide cobblestone path. There were few people wandering in the deep night—just a few drunken vagrants here and there.

As for what sort of dealings were involved, Long Yang knew only a little: the price of souls in the River of Shadows, the sordid trades in the passageways. All of these still needed to be verified step by step, unraveled piece by piece, and destroyed one by one.

Lin Chen had just reunited with Hua Shuirou when he saw several figures flying in from the distance. Looking closely, he recognized them as Li Shentu and his two companions.

These days, Lü Bu had worked tirelessly to pacify the people of Hanzhong, and finally, he could redeploy his troops to the front lines.