Chapter 62: Eliminating Harm for the People (A Beautiful Fairy Tale 1)

The other side accepted the request almost immediately and sent a message: "May I ask who you are?"
"Playing dumb."
Liang Dan smiled. She refused to believe that Sister Zhang had not informed this man when sharing her WeChat contact.
Liang Dan replied: "Hello, I am Liang Dan, who runs the martial arts academy."
The other person seemed somewhat surprised: "Ah, it's you, Miss Liang. Is there something you need?"
Liang Dan left the message unread, closed her phone, and checked the system panel.
She found the section belonging to 167.
The young man before his eyes had actually comprehended the third form of the Heaven-Shattering Halberd. It was an exceptionally powerful stance, capable of forming a swirling tempest that even managed to shatter his black Corpse-Yin Saber.
Sitting cross-legged, Ma Chengfeng felt somewhat perplexed in his heart. Accepting a cup of tea from someone without clear reason did not feel right. The pugilistic world was fraught with sinister hearts; why would a stranger invite you for tea for no reason at all?
The city walls stood fully a hundred zhang high, constructed entirely from superior black bricks, with many of the stones carved with mysterious incantations.
The Flaming Dragon General let out a furious roar, and the steed beneath him surged directly into the sky, unleashing a violent shockwave that hurtled straight toward Mo Fan's face.
As soon as Li Yongle's words left his mouth, they ignited like a powder keg. To him, it was merely the most normal piece of bantering, but today, falling upon Li Youyue's ears, it tasted somewhat off.
"What should we do then!" Lin Chen was startled. In terms of the Azure Mist Sect, this could be said to be his very first friend. Facing such danger, how could he possibly ignore it?
"Damn it, what kind of trash is this? Why didn't you say so earlier?" Xiang Yu was instantly infuriated, plagued by the lingering sensation of having been scammed.
Since these chess pieces were specially crafted for magical resonance, their controllability was exceptionally high. With Reinhardt's magical guidance capabilities, maintaining absolute stability while manipulating over a hundred of them was effortless.
In the pitch-black tomb tunnel, Guo Jing and Xu Bin gripped their flashlights, trembling as they groped their way forward in the dark. This tomb passage was not particularly long, perhaps only a few hundred meters, yet Professor Guo and his companions had been walking for more than ten minutes without catching a glimpse of the burial chamber.
A deafening roar echoed through the air, followed instantly by the eruption of boundless, violent forces as a snow-white tiger lunged fiercely out from the shadows.
Shen Jue was no saint either, but he held a profound disdain for Qin牧然's (Qin Muran's) actions. Seeing the singing girl looking so pitiful, his hero complex stirred, prompting him to step forward and meddle in the unfair situation.
The spears were simply too numerous, far too numerous... so many that even when Yang Jian exerted all his might to brandish the blade in his hand, he was still unable to sever them all completely.
In the blink of an eye, the flesh of his body surged with an intensely abnormal, eerie blackness, as if a once-vibrant life was currently being subjected to corrosion.
Concerning the essence and application of Dharma power, Fang Jin had contemplated it long ago; it was nothing more than a mobilization of the pervasive magical energy filling heaven and earth. Yet the root here seemed to refer more to the storage and circulation of Dharma power within the body.
In the external world, there were rules, order, laws, and countless restraints binding everything together. These elements acted precisely like cascading webs, enveloping every single person within, suppressing everything deep inside everyone's hearts.
Black Panther calmly activated his communicator, and a projection materialized across the conference table. Spaceships of peculiar designs descended upon the borders of Wakanda, stopping less than fifty meters away from the "energy dome shield" protecting the nation.
Among the two great divine clans of the Upper Immortal Realm, the Eastern Divine Clan held sway over the entire world, while the Western Divine Clan occupied a secluded corner. Outsiders found it exceedingly difficult to gain entry, let alone forge friendships, rendering the selection of an envoy to the Western Divine Clan an exceptionally thorny dilemma.
Immediately afterward, this space suddenly distorted violently, and the bright region vanished, replaced instead by a somewhat gloomy and dim world.
If any immortal cultivator were to arrive at Teng Family Village, they would discover a rather comical phenomenon: a group of children surrounding an ape, begging for guidance with questions flying left and right. The ape would invariably wear a bitter expression, tongue-tied and completely at a loss for how to explain.