Chapter Forty-Eight: Hera, I Am Already Dead

The rhythmic sound was not like a thunderclap shattering the sky, but rather like the rumbling of an earthquake, instilling in everyone an inexplicable sense of dread, as if some looming danger were about to arrive. Some of the less experienced cultivators paled visibly, and a few even coughed up blood before fainting.

Upon hearing Su Chen’s words, Liu Haishen pondered briefly. If it were merely about constructing a nine-story tower, it wouldn’t significantly affect the underground work. What truly mattered now was whether this Water Tower served any real purpose.

Anyone with insight could guess why they had suddenly been assigned to monitor the head of the research department.

Xie Aoyu growled lowly, unleashing his full strength and donning the Desolation Gauntlets, delivering a fierce punch once more into the fissure.

Resolute and decisive, Bai Yu knew words were futile. He instantly traced the spatial rupture and fluctuations from before, entering a realm of absolute stillness in an instant and activating his formation.

The difference was that those two had been forcibly enhanced with the help of mysterious figures, the consequences of which were unknown. Surely, it could not be anything good; otherwise, the mysterious figures would have long since elevated all three of them to their current level.

Yet Huo Deng remained silent, simply smiling and saying, “Thank you,” before casting his gaze forward once again.

Leaping gracefully like a shadow, soaring nearly ten feet high, he evaded the flying debris from the heavy sword strike, then flipped back in a dazzling hook kick aimed at the giant’s forehead, rendering the towering brute unconscious on the spot.

Having cared for the child for two days, Li Wending understood the hardship of taking care of children at night. Thus, Chi Yue suggested, “Isn’t Madam Li aware? Then let her take care of the child.” Chi Xin quietly conveyed this to Li Wending, who, upon returning home, entrusted the child to Madam Li.

Luo Que watched them leave the clinic before turning his head back. Yet after searching thoroughly, he found nothing.

As the door shut, a spy glanced inside once more, seeing the director stooping down to wipe the blood from the gang leader’s head, then sitting back in his seat, eyes fixed on the door to Chen Feng’s ward. Whatever happened in other rooms didn’t concern him—his focus was solely on Chen Feng.

A cold smile spread across his face, instantly suffusing it with murderous intent. Yu Bei and the others froze, instinctively stepping back in alarm.

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Still, Shen Manni felt it shouldn’t have been to such an extent as to beat someone so severely. Besides, Shi Hongyi was an actor, reliant on his appearance for his livelihood. Judging by his now disfigured face, his future was all but destroyed.

Griffin was quite frustrated. Although he was stronger than everyone else present, their desperate interception prevented him from achieving his mission. He failed to save Smith or kill Chen Feng—his only defeat in his pilot career.

Upon hearing this, Blood Flame fell silent, glancing at the items on the cyan stone platform. Shaking his head, he noted that most of the things there were seventh or eighth-grade medicinal herbs—useless to him. He signaled to Yao Ming, choosing not to examine the platform further.

“Correct!” Blood Flame’s gaze was icy and expressionless, his fists clenching tightly as he unleashed a furious punch at Fire Phoenix’s head.

The Immortal Transformation Tower was a prized creation of the Thousand Mechanisms Sect. Though not an artifact of the Immortal Lord, it was nonetheless a pinnacle among imperial-grade immortal treasures.

Under Li Futu’s orders, Ouyang Xiu had been investigating Hao Binjie’s whereabouts for days, but with scant results.

“That bastard is truly a beast, not sparing even his own sister!” Ghost Xiao rose slowly from the ground, muttering to himself. In a flash, he appeared before Blood Flame’s guest room, closing the door behind him with a grin.

The three sat on the sofa. In front of the students, Yao Chenxi instinctively masked her vulnerability as a mother, smiling as she introduced Yue Ya.

Mike’s words made Ye Long laugh uncontrollably. Was Mike really trying to steal a corner of the stage right then and there?

After saying this, Mo Chen suddenly hit the ground with a thud, his head striking the floor. His body went limp, eyes tightly shut as he fainted.

Over forty years ago, one night at the logging site outside Qianye Forest, a bloody nightmare unfolded.

When he realized he was observing from the audience’s perspective, drifting away from the battlefield where he had just been struggling, he angrily pounded his thigh. He hadn’t expected that the final test would be lost due to his physical condition.

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Zhou Yinjian bore a heavy heart. His life was but a lingering hope; the future held genuine worries.

Given the few entertainment options in the cultivator world and the relatively open mindset, it seemed certain that bringing the game here would spark a sensation.

Then, the man tossed a rectangular sticker to Jin Shengzhe, bearing a bold letter “b” in yellow on a red background—strikingly conspicuous.

After being drenched in blood, the blade gleamed even brighter, its fierce edge shimmering coldly. Around the blade, the ground was stained with a spreading pool of crimson, as if Liu Hongming had plunged his knife into the earth itself, wounding it and drawing its blood.

Tang Ming delivered an exceptionally long speech—a resounding success, at least according to the Feng and Jin families.

Even if she went to her own family’s home, where life should be easier, her heart remained unsettled, burdened by things she could not let go.

Amid the rumble, ten Karal main battle tanks pushed obstacles aside, advancing slowly. Heavily armed infantry took cover behind the tanks, systematically eliminating enemy heavy firepoints posing threats.

After a long time, Wang Lang’s eyelids twitched slightly, as if showing signs of awakening. Though his complexion remained pale, his breathing grew steady and his aura calm and sustained.