Chapter 118: Playing a Good Hand

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Moreover, to Zhao Renfan’s astonishment, he discovered that everyone around him, regardless of their cultivation level, was reacting in exactly the same way as he was.

Mu Liyan had a pleasant expression when she saw Director Liu, but her demeanor shifted subtly the moment her gaze fell upon the man in the blue and white striped shirt who accompanied him. Though the change was fleeting, perhaps because Shu Ning had grown used to Mu Liyan, she still sensed it.

Shui Rong’er curiously lowered her head and saw that the mirror-like surface of the sea could reflect her own image with crystal clarity.

No one knew how much time had passed when Mingyue suddenly woke from a nightmare. She sat up abruptly, clutching her blanket, drenched in cold sweat and gasping for air. In truth, she could no longer recall the details of the dream, but an instinct told her it had not been a pleasant one.

After giving instructions, Ying He and Qu Xiaoxiao passed through security together. Watching them enter, the Qu parents—mindful of Ying He’s parents—simply ignored Shu Ning’s presence. The two families seemed close, chatting and laughing as they departed.

Tonight’s dinner companion was a bank president. Shu Ning had assumed they’d be meeting at some grand hotel or banquet hall, as that was always the case when she accompanied her superiors to social events. So, when the car stopped in front of the Splendid Peony, Shu Ning felt a flicker of surprise. Yet, having learned from past experience, she wisely kept silent.

Chu Huarong tried to read something in her eyes, but after a moment, all he found was a smile—nothing but unwavering cheer. Unable to discern Yun’s thoughts, Chu Huarong pondered briefly before making a suggestion.

Hearing this, Mu Pingting drew a sharp breath; she found Chi Qinghe truly mad. She had known the woman was responsible for Mu Tianxiong’s downfall, but it had never occurred to her that her deeds went far beyond that.

There was no mistake—it was Huang Zhan who had arrived, exuding dominance, his aura brimming with supreme fury.

Lou Junru’s figure was nothing short of remarkable. She had immobilized Zhao Renfan and then slowly rose to her feet.

Suddenly, Zhang Weifeng twisted his body, slapped the ball with his right hand, and sent it from between his legs to his left. At the same moment, his right leg lifted, angling sharply as he drove toward Duncan’s right side.

Xiong Rui had always possessed a striking stage presence, but during the award ceremony just moments earlier, she had elevated her usual carefree elegance to new heights.

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Nevertheless, he had to consider Alaha Qingsen’s opinion. Moreover, he realized that if he didn’t deal with the Ming troops trailing behind, it would be next to impossible to shake them off.

“Mel, you owe nothing to anyone,” Andrew called out loudly to the departing mage. The figure in the sky grew smaller, but seemed to glance back and smile at his words before vanishing into the horizon.

Su Yibai toyed with her fingers as they walked back, his face stiff and distant, keeping everyone at arm’s length.

Everything about the space was mysterious; they could not even begin to guess its nature. For now, however, its functions sufficed, and they saw no need to delve into its origins.

In Tony’s eyes, Lin Tao was a genius—the first he’d ever known in the Alchemists’ Guild headquarters. This was something Tony considered a great honor.

After all, Tony had no intention of pursuing further gains; he was simply giving it a try.

Now, Tanaka Idle could use Shadow Clone Technique to create nearly a hundred clones. Most were practicing swordsmanship and martial arts, some were working on hand seals, and a select few were researching more advanced techniques. In short, Tanaka Idle had fully maximized the utility of his clones.

This was a powerful Water Release ninjutsu that Yagura could perform only by borrowing the chakra of Isobu, the Three-Tailed Beast. Used upon the sea, its immense force could obliterate any target in its path.

With the duel concluded, the player streaming the match turned to check the status of his broadcast. In an instant, he was dumbfounded—though the battle was over, two hundred thousand viewers remained, and the virtual gifts pouring in were beyond counting.

Given the circumstances, we had no choice but to revise our battle plan once more. Of course, there were still other players in the Chinese region, but the Dark Demon Dragon was already more than enough for them to handle. Most had been petrified and were unable to participate, even if they wanted to.

Not long after, Lü Tianming finished refining the artifact. He wanted to test its power, but the time was not yet right.

Seeing the situation, we were eager to rush forward and deliver a fatal blow to the Phoenix King, but there was nothing we could do. Using any skills now would be wasteful, so it was best to wait for the right moment. After all, the illusionary flames had been our greatest threat from the very beginning.

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After fully recovering, we had no time to dodge and were struck head-on by that skill, losing half our health once again. Enduring the blow, cursed by our rotten luck, we were stunned outright.

“Damn it, wasn’t nearly losing our lives enough?” he muttered, clutching the wound on his chest, confusion clouding his mind.

Qin Fei and his companions strolled unhurriedly to the Jade Tower as dusk fell. The streets were nearly deserted, lending a sense of chill; only a few aimless wanderers roamed about.

At that moment, a powerful psychic force swept out, making the feathers of a nearby Blue Spirit Bird stand on end as if sensing imminent danger.

Old Tian was still locked in battle, single-handedly facing Emperor Tiger and Duan Ya. Not only had he not been defeated, but his overwhelming might suggested he might soon claim victory.

Huang Zijie sat on the ground and had just closed his eyes to rest when a gust of wind swept past his ear. Instinctively sensing danger, he dodged just in time, narrowly avoiding the staff’s blow.

Bang. Driven by jealousy and intolerable resentment, Tang Song flung open the door with force, his breathing ragged.

Murong Xun had spent eight years as an assassin in the Windshadow Tower, accustomed to life and death. She had thought herself numb to mortality, but when the news of someone she truly cared for—a person who had treated her with sincerity—reached her ears, the pain was as if a knife had pierced her heart. Where did such agony come from?

With a single push from the old man, the summit of Tianshan shattered at once. Gale-force winds whipped the debris into a howling storm, circling him like a furious dragon as he soared into the sky.