Now it was over.

Another disastrous round of mistakes!

Never mind rebuilding his confidence—even that last sliver of hope would have to be buried along with it.

Watching the four shafts of light grow ever more solid, with no power left in the world to stop them, He Piaoliang and the others sank into despair.

At the very last moment.

Wei Zhao suddenly drew his blade.

The Dizang Blade left its sheath and cut through the air at Po Feng Number Three's position.

"A futile struggle? What the hell is the point!"

Yang Pofeng simply...

"Still holding out? Why haven't you wondered why Heluo hasn't come for you after all this time? He was probably finished off long ago!" the Black Bat Demon snarled.

The nurse smiled and shook her head. "That I couldn't tell you." She set down the medicine bag and left the ward.

Jiang Huai'an gave a soft laugh. "As do I." Whether or not she was Lulu, right now she was Jiang Huai'an's little sister.

"Yanyan, play a couple of rounds. It'll help you relax—otherwise your head will be so full of exercises you'll go silly," Xia Qingwu urged as well.

The price was exceedingly reasonable, practically cabbage-cheap—all but picked up for free. A chorus of bids immediately rose from the crowd around them.

"How could the Lin family send anything good? Have a look—if you like it, then take it as a gift..." Before he could finish the word, the shopkeeper's eyes went wide, and he lifted it up in both hands.

The Huashan Sect moved through the jianghu with great caution. Even in unfamiliar places they would not lightly eat others' food, much less anything sent by rivals. Before setting out, every Huashan disciple had brought their own dry rations.

In an instant, reporters from every station, like beasts injected with stimulants, charged madly into the Dragon Academy of Sciences.

"Hey, it's Huang Shan. What can I do for you?" A short, stout man came out and looked Pan Jinlian up and down.

Ximen Qing shoved Wu Dalang aside. Wu Dalang steeled himself and swung a chair down at his head, but alas he was too short—the chair smashed into Ximen Qing's back.

Before they could approach the round sphere, a colossal water dragon suddenly appeared, roaring as it blocked their path.

Although Liu Jingjing was usually quite close to Li Liping, in secret she still harbored the wish to outdo her. So when troubles came, the first thing Liu Jingjing thought of was not asking Li Liping for help, but how to keep Li Liping from learning of her predicament.

Her eyes blazed red, and two crimson threads shot into Bowa's blue eyes, which were full of hatred and defiance.

Only Zhao Liang, seeing that his father likely could not beat the three Feng Lin family members on his own, spat on the ground and rushed over to help.

After hanging up, I glanced at the time—already nine-thirty in the morning. I hurriedly washed my hair, changed clothes, and once everything was done, grabbed my bag and headed out the door.

Wu Song bowed slightly to him in salute, raised his right index finger in a gesture for silence, then turned and waved vigorously at his four attendants, signaling them to withdraw from the courtyard.

Looking far off toward where Juese was, beyond the neon lights, three or four police cars were parked outside, and my heart lurched with even greater alarm.

Fifteen minutes later, Da Liu arrived first. He reviewed the surveillance footage, then used his own computer to slow the segment of the two masked men in black making their "subspace jump" to one-five-hundredth speed—yet still found nothing.

With that, he thrust the blood sword in his hand toward Xu Yang's front; its tip came to rest mere inches from Xu Yang's chest.

If he could beat him to death, fine—but Jiang Huairen knew it was impossible. Though he found the man distasteful, he could not kill him. The matter of Wang Yangming was not yet concluded, and Jiang Huairen did not want any further trouble.

Jiang Huairen gazed into the distance, his face cold, and murmured, "Ghost Net, the day of your destruction is not far off." Jiang Huairen believed that so long as Wanrou returned to Ghost Net's headquarters, one day he would learn its location—and when that day came, it would also be the hour of Ghost Net's downfall.