Not a Single One Can Be Left Behind

In an instant, the images on the tall wall by the staircase became clear. The corridor of Ji’s Hospital appeared before their eyes—spotless white walls, metallic floors shining like mirrors, and the cold, clinical lighting of the laboratory created an atmosphere of chilling solemnity.

The video then depicted an experiment: the very first speaker from earlier, Liu Xi, was escorted into the lab for a test of electrical ability damage. The machines whirred, emitting crackling electric sounds.

“Feiyun, what do you think of the current Western Hao Nation?” Zhu Shang asked, genuinely seeking advice. For a sage could be a teacher, and as the future crown prince, he needed to constantly enrich himself.

Yet, during these two cycles, Zhou Ping’s mind was elsewhere, and by some unconscious impulse, he pushed things along anyway.

Hatred had clouded Yu Zeran’s eyes; he was utterly blind to the deeper meaning behind Old Master Yu’s actions.

One was an ability user, the other carried the Y-virus within his body, so neither of them wore the heavy protective suits. They sat comfortably beneath the big tree, enjoying the shade without a care in the world.

By now, Du Jie had become much more cautious in dealing with these shadows. Not long ago, his own carelessness had cost him—a shadow had slashed his arm, and the wound was still fresh.

When facing Chen Tao, Li Daming softened his tone. To shout at those who treat you well was a sign of true incompetence.

“Get lost. Just go away. You irritate me. I’m afraid I’ll lose my temper and hit you again, and that would ruin everyone’s mood,” Zhou Ping said coldly.

The security guards had arrived, but they lingered on the outskirts, unsure what to do. They’d seen the one in the middle before—his generosity was extraordinary, but his methods were ruthless up close.

Mu Qing ignored him completely. By now, people in the late-night diner were gradually leaving, and Da Fang emerged from the kitchen.

As Zhou Ping waved him over, Yu Junyang finally snapped out of his daze. He let out a heavy sigh, hurried over, and threw an arm around Zhou Ping’s shoulders.

Without another word, Director Zuo charged straight at the Duanxiu Clan’s chief, engaging him head-on. Thunderous explosions erupted, sending clouds of dust soaring dozens of meters into the air.

Unable to hold back any longer, he began to cry once more. His parents’ tears also flowed anew as they moved before Cheng Feng, attempting to kneel. Cheng Feng grasped them both firmly—his strength was considerable—no matter how hard they tried, they could not kneel.

The resort hotel was nothing like the towering buildings in the city center. It had only six floors, with the topmost level featuring a state-of-the-art revolving banquet hall, a technologically advanced space that could be reconfigured for different events.

Xi Fang answered her questions patiently, one by one. Only when the aunt arrived at her building did she wave her floral handkerchief with flair, reluctantly bidding farewell as she went upstairs.

Sensing the overwhelming pressure of a Celestial King, the members of the Poison Sect turned pale. Their sect hadn’t dispatched any Celestial King-level experts for this journey, and so they felt an inexplicable fear toward Feng Qingxue.

“Big brother!” Renekton wanted to rush toward Nasus, but Xerath, his soul damaged, used the last of his strength to cast an arcane sphere, trapping Renekton in place.

Yun Nishang’s beautiful eyes remained calm as she gazed at the surging sword intent. In that instant, the flowing sword energy rolled forward like waves, sweeping madly across the world, shrouding her completely and dimming heaven and earth.

The Yang Gate’s most renowned technique was its finger technique—their signature martial art, famed for its tremendous power and devastating effect. It was certainly worth learning.

With this thought, Li Tian immediately turned, grabbing Zhan Qingqing’s delicate hand. Her slender figure trembled slightly, a blush flitting across her cheeks; it was the first time a man had ever held her hand.

Raising her head, the instant she met Ji Meng’s burning, soul-stirring gaze, and inhaled that unique masculine scent, her heart raced. Her cheeks flushed as she quickly withdrew her hand, her heart pounding wildly. She lowered her head in panic, uncertain and flustered, lightly kicking a clod of earth with her toe to calm her inner turmoil.