Chapter 50: Bai Haochen – Whoever Insults My Mother Must Die

The Demon God Emperor Feng Xiu was somewhat surprised. Bai Nianxuan's behavior was peculiar. Was she not asking questions she already knew the answers to? Feng Xiu felt something was amiss; with his cultivation, his senses for danger were exceptionally keen. Yet he detected no chill—only the same calm that had lasted for a century.

"Your Majesty, shall we investigate Bai Nianxuan?" Huang Shuo entered from outside the palace.

Chen Qimei's words were not untrue; Fang Hua knew well that Chen Qimei had joined the Shanghai Green Gang and was a major leader within it. Given the Green Gang's status among Shanghai's societies, it would be easy enough for him to offer protection. What he considered was that, if he could pass through the source of flame, he could simply reclaim the remnants of his soul.

His dark golden pupils shimmered with an indestructible light. Kimimaro emerged once more from the depths of the earth, filled with a fierce killing intent, striking true upon the Flying Thunder God kunai.

Wandering aimlessly for countless hours, not knowing how far he had traveled, Ning Tianlin suddenly saw a blue crystal appear in the void ahead.

After saluting He Moming, Avril called Stella and Mayu, and each boarded their own machine. Powering their flight pedals to the utmost, they departed first, clearing a path to the Ministry of Defense for He Moming, Cagalli, and the others.

Unlike the servants, these elites moved without shouting or chaos; everything happened in silence. The clouds of poison gas quietly enveloped Ning Tianlin.

The twins handed the communicator to Milian, exchanged a glance, and with a single gesture and look, understood each other's thoughts without words. The scene blurred before everyone’s eyes, and gunfire echoed down the corridor once more. In an instant, the shots ceased.

Man and sword, his intention was to fight evil with his blade; it wished to taste enemy blood again. Their purposes aligned, their battle spirit shook the heavens.

Earlier, those two old foxes had chuckled knowingly, fully aware that this was merely a transaction.

The movement had been observed countless times—simple, a diagonal slash from upper right to lower left, stopping at a point, then repeating. There seemed no secret, but everything changes when one pays close attention. When Chen Feng concentrated wholly on that move, he noticed something subtle.

High income, no danger, and whenever one declared themselves part of the Iron Blood, everyone would give a thumbs up. Such a good thing, who could object?

At this time, Duan Peng's forces faced a situation: to the east, they could cooperate with the Hu Guang military district of Kuizhou and attack the Sichuan army of Hu Guozhu in Zhongzhou; to the west, they could directly assault Chongqing. Duan Peng pondered carefully over the next direction of advance.

Elena shouted, leaped from the water shield, and pounced upon a three-eyed demon wolf, determined to take down one first.

Of course, she could not know that Chen Han had deliberately let her catch him, nor that at this moment, Chen Han was steadily approaching the Dragon Source Palace.

All the special forces soldiers looked up at the sky, where more than a dozen army green Black Hawk helicopters, emblazoned with the Eight-One insignia, approached.

"That's why you’re so thoughtful, Commander. With you as our leader, everyone is truly blessed," Lu Bao said with a smile.

Sili’s face turned crimson at Dary’s words, but deep inside, she felt a secret delight that her body could provoke such a reaction from him. Outwardly, she feigned shyness and pinched Dary.

The two went together to the dining table; she personally ladled him a bowl of porridge, knowing he favored Chinese cuisine, and always found ways to prepare it for him at home.

Ji Huan naturally understood his father’s intentions. Since childhood, he knew he would walk a path unlike any other, one with no visible end, where right and wrong were indistinct, taking one step at a time, each step irreplaceable, with no way back. All he could do was endure and persist.