106 Matters of Right and Wrong Disregarded

Zun En spoke as he approached the masked man, carefully checking him over. After confirming that he was not dead, he slowly stood up, though a slight pallor still lingered on his face.

"Mr. Fuyao, you flatter me," Bai Zongnan said with a gentle smile.

Zun En shook his head and sighed, "Young brother, you are too kind. This time you saved me, Fuyao. How can I possibly repay you?"

"Repay? There’s no need. Mr. Fuyao’s presence here must be because—"

"You... you..." Cheng Kai glared furiously at Liu Yiqiang but could not find the words. With a light snort, he shrugged off his arm and turned to leave the office. Liu Yiqiang followed closely behind, keeping a steady distance.

But it seemed pointless now, as the chubby son lacked any romantic sensibility; though he was an excellent swimmer and well versed in the ways of the sea.

Last weekend, when he bent down, he never expected that entering the command vehicle for the first time would lead to such a result.

As Leng Aotian’s words fell, Bil Lingfeng, the Grand Tutor of the Turkic Empire, stepped forward from the crowd, pointing at Li Bin and rapidly speaking a torrent of Turkic words that Li Bin could not comprehend.

Chekhov stood tall inside the Anti-Gang and Narcotics Bureau chief’s office, declaring his intent. There was no reason for him to remain in the safe house any longer; leaving was inevitable.

“Bang!” Just as the Old Cat prepared to shoot a second arrow, the Phantom Wolf could no longer hold out and exploded itself. The snow rat struck by the arrow was instantly killed, while the others, wounded, bared their teeth and charged forward fiercely.

“So it was this pushover! No wonder they were utterly defeated. Such a pity for the tens of thousands of Da Qi soldiers,” Li Bin sighed. He had encountered Tie Rong before and knew that although this man was skilled at factionalizing and scheming within the court, his actual battlefield command was mediocre at best.

The next day, the merfolk held a meeting and once again favored Jiang Yichun as their leader. Jiang Yichun declined the offer once more.

The disciples of the Sword and Blade Sect were shocked when they saw Li Bin simultaneously wield different sword techniques with each hand in battle. Such a feat was unheard of—the ability to master two distinct sword styles at once was likely unparalleled in the Da Qi Kingdom.

Even if Master Hu tried to help his second grandson, he couldn’t bring himself to speak; the gap in their abilities was just too vast.

It must be understood that on the fantasy continent, there were not only cultivation techniques but also ancient martial arts focusing on physical training. These were martial disciplines created by geniuses lacking innate talent or spiritual power, and compared to modern combat, their strength was incomparably greater.

From the start, he had calculated each step of his opponent’s moves; the battle unfolded exactly as he had anticipated. Yet, for the other side to turn danger into safety was truly unexpected.

The manager inserted his key into a lock, then motioned for Cang Hai to do the same with the key he had brought. He then indicated for Cang Hai to turn the round knob above and input the password.

“Before I mention your name, I want to say that your fingers not only wield mystical skills but also possess a wondrous power that instantly dispelled many of my fears. That’s why just now I unconsciously sought more reliance on you,” said the female lizard.

A flash of lightning suddenly split the sky, illuminating the entire village clearly. In the brief pause that followed, darkness returned as before. Within a few breaths, a deafening thunderclap rolled in, its roar piercing like a blade through the eardrums.

With a questioning look, Cang Hai entered the house and bid farewell to Master Hu and the others. Then he went downstairs, hailed a car, retrieved his own vehicle, and drove swiftly toward the village.

White hemp monk’s robes with black and gold-trimmed kasaya. Though the garments were identical, why was I still hesitating?

I understand now: most of those on Tsubaki’s side were young and strong, while those with Xiao Jing were mostly old, weak, sick, or disabled.

This young man from the Bloodfire Sect had thick brows and large eyes, robust and mountain-like in build. His naturally curly, blood-red hair was thick and wild atop his head, giving him a fiercely untamed appearance.