Chapter 33: Hidden Agendas
Furthermore, the shortage of manpower was a significant issue for Ji Sisi. Currently, Gu Wei and Gu Ning were there to assist, but it had already been settled that Gu Yu and Ji Sisi would send their younger brother and sister to school after September. Gu Yu had already made arrangements with a school, and they would also spend their spare time reviewing their studies. By then, with only Lin Jinghua and Ji Sisi left, they would certainly be overwhelmed. Originally, Ji Sisi had intended to ask Gu Yu if he could find someone else.
The next morning, Linton Village remained undisturbed by the arrival of Kaxiu and his companions. The sun rose as usual, the mist lingered, and many demon hunters continued to come and go between the ghost city and the village.
Having heard that the only way to reach the Nine Heavens was through the Wen Dao Prefecture, Xu Ming set off directly toward it. Moreover, in terms of potential, Xu Ming was far superior to Elder Jun—after all, among all the elders on Broken Realm Island, Elder Jun was at the very bottom; if he hadn't been the least capable, he would not have been relegated to "guarding the gate."
In full view of everyone, Liu Huai ordered his personal guards to drench the three large ships in kerosene and set them ablaze. Given Lan Hao's immense strength, even with a full-force strike, he could only inflict severe injuries on the Golden-Silk Blood-Thread Snake; killing it was entirely out of the question.
Seeing that it was Ya Ling who had appeared, Kaxiu was momentarily stunned, but Ya Ling was clearly not surprised to encounter him here.
Observing this strike, Xuan Yue felt cold sweat break out on her forehead. With a sudden leap, she retreated more than ten meters, narrowly dodging the blade.
There was only one goal scored, which pierced through Cesar's palms during the Milan Derby. Cesar's gloves were torn open, and his nail beds were filled with blood. Zhuo Yang was no fool; hearing this, he immediately realized: the man was talking about Van Marwijk.
At this moment, my hands were trembling slightly, whether from excitement, fear, or an overwhelming desire to uncover the true face of the White Maitreya—the man who had been my ancestor's greatest enemy, as well as the greatest enemy of the entire righteous cultivation world, and who remained so to this day.
"Even if I didn't force you to kill Prince Chen, a deep-seated hatred between you and him would inevitably form. I’ve said my piece; as for what happens in the future, see for yourself," the fishmonger said, striding toward the door.
Fang Fei took a long breath, then forced a smile at Zi Xuan: "No problem. Since you asked for it, sister, even if I have to sell everything I own, I will prepare it all for you." The words sounded elegant, but she was deeply resentful; after speaking, she turned and left, her feet barely touching the ground.
As her understanding of Chu Juan deepened, the man before her seemed only more mysterious and inscrutable in her eyes.
In the vast White Tiger Hall, an ornate armchair sat firmly in the place of honor. On it sat a child no taller than five feet, looking at most ten years old. Yet, this child was sipping a cup of fragrant tea, exuding a surprisingly aged and authoritative air.
The three of them used all their strength to throw Ri Jiu out. He flew off at a sixty-nine-degree angle, reaching a point twenty meters above the fault line, yet the chilling winds still whipped about, dragging him toward the abyss.
Shin and his teammates were unable to regain their footing, left only to flee from the enemy's bombardment. The psychological confusion caused by the disappearance of the enemy ship had not yet faded, and Shin struggled to grasp the situation.
The sword thrust forward, its tip dancing with flourishes. Kakarot similarly thrust his long staff straight out, the tip of the blade and the end of the staff clashing with a metallic ring.
After returning to visit my grandfather, I set off for Europe around the ninth day of the Lunar New Year. I do not know why I embarked on this journey; it all seemed to be a preordained arrangement of fate.
There was at most only a morning left before the match; any special training at this point would be meaningless. Yeyu had no intention of investigating Enyu’s lineup of Pokémon either, opting instead to walk to the spectator stands to watch the competition.