Chapter 52: The Truth!

All eyes, including Chen Fan's, turned toward the entrance.

Three men walked in.

Chen Fan recognized two of them.

On the left was Ye Xiu, on the right was Song Shaocheng.

Standing in the middle was a man with an ordinary appearance, but an extraordinary aura.

Someone from the Dragon Squad? And his status must be even higher than Ye Xiu’s.

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“How can this be? That day, I clearly saw him so sick he couldn’t even get out of bed,” Liu Bei said incredulously.

Moreover, although he was Samantha’s superior, he truly did not have the authority to arbitrarily cancel a program without sufficient reason.

Zhang Mingyi, Li Xinghe, and Liu Chengyan listened, nodded in response, and withdrew, heading toward Dragon City.

“The Realm of Absolute Cold!” Flecks of icy light seemed to be entirely harmless as they floated toward the Sky-Slaying Barrier. The surrounding primordial forces suddenly revived, no longer serving as traps targeting Wang Long and Jiang Xue, but establishing a balance between Wu Jue Daojun and the Sky-Slayer.

Her eyes followed Zhao Wujie ahead, who was charging rapidly at the masked men. She widened her gaze, eager to discern whether Zhao Wujie was friend or foe.

She carried the aura of another Lord God's core. Her original Lord God would surely sense it. In any case, death was inevitable—rather than waiting passively, she might as well seek a slim chance of survival herself.

The Border Fortress was rich in poppies and coca, two plants banned from cultivation almost everywhere in the world. Thus, anyone who came here, upon recognizing them, would instinctively take a moment to admire, for such opportunities were rare.

Moments later, the group saw six gigantic lizards ahead, each about a meter tall and five meters long.

“If that’s what you think, there’s nothing I can do. But I believe it’s this suit I bought—it looks particularly good on you,” Mu Qingyu replied, unimpressed by Jun Yize's looks or qualities.

However, the ordinary disciples lacked the awareness to appreciate his good intentions. Having been scolded by the elder for no reason, they dared not talk back—if they had such courage, Han Ying would even be pleased—but inwardly, their spirits sank further.

Monk Wushi’s speed did not falter; his whole body shone with golden light, piercing the tumultuous waves and arriving before Elder Xu in an instant.

“Sigh, do you know why you became a captive? It’s because you’re too naive. Without a bayonet, I still have this!” Calmly, he pulled the military dagger from the dull-eyed Huang Qingxiang, and a vivid jet of blood sprayed across Ling Hong’s fair face, bursting into a dazzling crimson bloom. Ling Hong grinned, showing his white teeth.

Of course, the lieutenant general's reasoning was sound. If the 43rd Army suffered heavy casualties after three days of street fighting, the Japanese would not fare much better. Given their arrogance, they would never tolerate such losses, and would surely besiege the city, determined to annihilate all enemy forces to appease their rage.

That also explains how they could write separately yet still produce identical, concise works.

Ye Haoxuan turned to leave, but suddenly heard the sound of things shattering from inside Wu Xuran’s home.

“Enlightenment?” Po Jun recalled that mysterious state, so similar yet subtly different from the soul techniques he practiced in the world of the Emperor’s Sutra.

Yang Guang went to the Cave of Myriad Phenomena to invite the three cave masters to emerge, conveniently catching a passing bus at the village entrance and leaving with it. When Lin Hao arrived at the village entrance later, he saw the fat man in the distance. Feeling uneasy, he called out, “Hey, wait up!” and hurried after him.

“So what’s your reason, then?” This was perplexing. Is your affection for others just a passing whim?