Chapter 48: An Unstoppable Force

From their vantage point, the torches on the riverbank seemed to race swiftly toward them, as if running across the water itself. By now, more than a thousand people had already crossed the river. The rebel commander could not help but grow anxious.

On the eastern shore, Chen Mu urged his soldiers to hasten their crossing, all the while keeping a close watch on the rebel army’s approach. When the rebels drew near, Chen Mu shouted, “Form up—”

“Brother Akan, there are so many reporters—what should we do?” Wang Yumeng, hearing the commotion outside, poked her head out for a look. She saw a large group of reporters with cameras and camcorders making their way toward the ward. Growing nervous, she quickly ducked back and asked in a worried tone.

The reddish-brown symbols fluctuated in depth, appearing particularly menacing. “What does this mean?” Yan Jun strained to discern her father’s handwriting within the markings; at this moment, even a forged word or phrase would suffice for her, as it would prove that everything was a ruse.

The rare New Year’s holiday had finally arrived. Having been busy and unprepared, Su Nuan decided to use the remaining week to rope in Leng Ye and set out to prepare some supplies for the festival.

Ruan Xiangqin warmly prepared a sumptuous farewell dinner for him. Lin Guozi was in high spirits, frequently offering toasts to Meng Fei and piling food onto his plate, his mouth brimming with compliments and blessings. Everyone exchanged knowing smiles as they watched his performance, amused. Indeed, with this, Lin Guozi would have one less formidable rival on the romantic front.

E. Revelli stared intently at Lovren’s back—at Ding Yue in front of him, and at the ball at his feet.

“To hell with it! Nonsense! Utter rubbish!” Simone pulled Ding Yue into his arms and, with a hand over his mouth, burst out with a string of expletives.

Adrian and Diego Costa formed a double-striker formation, while Pogba, Bicoc, and Ding Yue lined up across the midfield.

Are you kidding? How could that be possible? Disassembling a car won’t allow you to reverse-engineer all the relevant knowledge from mathematics, physics, chemistry, engineering, and materials science. Don’t even think about it.

In the centaur camp, fires broke out everywhere in an instant, and the camp was thrown into chaos as people rushed from their tents to fight the blaze.

It was as if their hearts and minds were perfectly attuned; their feelings for each other intensified rapidly, with no secrets left between them. They could even wield each other’s magical arts and immortal tools.

His tone was utterly resolute. Chu Liancheng could only nod. Perhaps, before this, Chu Liancheng would never have believed that Zhu Mo was capable of such a thing. The outcome truly caught him off guard and left him feeling trapped, unable to advance or retreat.

Cang Wuxie ignored Lin Hao, who lay on the ground, his eyes burning as he gazed toward the great Yin Soul Formation. Step by step, he moved slowly in its direction.

Mu Zaozao said nothing, but sat thoughtfully beside Lei Ruanqin, quietly waiting for her to continue.

The affairs of Eastern Ling had already entangled her, and disentangling herself would not be so easy. Unwittingly, the conversation had strayed so far that even Chu Liancheng found it difficult to readjust.

Suddenly, a blast resounded. The entire courtyard collapsed in on itself from the explosion.

With a sharp sound, Lady Xu’s dagger, far too keen, pierced right through the back of the money-patterned white-flowered snake’s skull. The serpent gave a few mournful cries before collapsing in a pool of blood.

“Triple speed!” Zhang Aotian gave relentless chase. I gathered my six swords for defense, but his strike scattered them and landed squarely on my waist.

Jin Ling only slightly reduced her speed and explained softly to Liu Dingtian that supporting the daily operations of a sect was no easy matter, especially one deep in the mountains.

The two soldiers gave a low shout and drew their blades to meet their foe. But for all their courage and skill, they were still ordinary men-at-arms, and compared to Bai Lian, the gifted disciple of Xu Ziyang, they fell far short. No sooner had they swung their blades than they realized their adversary had vanished before their eyes.