Chapter 52: Remember Our Promise

Xu Yu was deeply afraid that Shen Yue would become estranged from her because of Shen Liangyan's words. That would be bad for both of them. After all, apart from mutual interests, there was no other real bond between them.

Yet Shen Yue’s expression remained unchanged. Even while driving, he played his favorite songs in the car, humming and smiling as if he truly didn’t care about Yu Tingzhou’s affairs.

At the foot of the Wen family villa, Shen Yue turned his head slightly. Old Bai, with some difficulty, said, “My grandfather has been at the upper Martial Saint level for fifty years. By now, he should be at the quasi-Martial God stage.”

As soon as they reached the city walls, under the cover of fifty thousand archers and a barrage of stones, wave after wave surged to the foot of the walls. Nine hundred thousand earth-filled sacks, ten thousand men per echelon, advanced in succession. Even the barbarian soldiers who died en route were dragged by their comrades, tossed by their legs and arms beneath the gates.

Suddenly, a thunderous roar, like a violent storm, swept in from the distance, shaking the earth. Looking far into the distance, rolling clouds of dust obscured the sky, though there was little difference between the gray smoke and the gray heavens.

“Well, well! Dare to talk to me like that? Tired of living, huh?” the leading Turkic soldier cursed, rushed forward, grabbed the young man’s collar, and with a slap knocked his hat to the ground.

No one was more nervous than John Ninon. He stared intently at the screen, his palms slick with sweat.

Teams like the San Antonio Spurs had always been meticulous and efficient in their roster management.

“How strange! Is this a dream or reality?” Chen Yun felt the chill of the ghostly wind on his body, icy and unsettling, as if even his soul trembled—half in fear, half in excitement.

Just as the tip of the spear was only two meters from Night Maple, the Scorpion Paladin let out a savage roar, and the purple glow at the spear’s tip flared even brighter. On the pitch-dark street, it was almost blinding; the crackling of the purple lightning made one’s scalp tingle.

Xing Tian still stood stunned in the arena, sweat beading on his forehead. A level-eight warrior was far beyond his reach; there were likely less than a handful at that level in the whole arena. He was just unlucky enough to encounter one, and a strange one at that. If not for that, he’d be doomed.

At the head of the cavalry, two riders rode side by side, chatting and laughing. One wore a ceremonial crown, crimson robes, and a plain leather belt; the other, a veil hat, gauze dress, and embroidered shoes of colored silk.

“Didn’t I hurry back as soon as I could?” The day Xingyao Jewelry opened, he’d wanted to launch as soon as renovations were done.

Cheng Ting felt that ten billion was already a considerable amount, but she still wasn’t sure if it could satisfy those insatiably greedy people.

Stepping into the formation, one was instantly transported to where Zhao Kuang and the others were. Ning Yue saw his parents were there, both looking at him with concern, and warmth filled his heart.

In fact, it didn’t have to be the Great Shaolin Elixir; any medicine with equivalent effects would suffice.

Duan Dechao reached out to help Chai Shao up, but said nothing. He simply gazed into the distance, his eyes piercing straight through the carved wooden doors of the main hall, fixed on the peak of Phoenix Mountain outside the city.

Ning Yue had even prepared himself that if that existence really tried to stop him, he would fight for what he wanted no matter what.

The boy was quick-witted and immediately composed himself, respectfully asking, “May I ask who you are, Senior?” Anyone who could appear here, even if not a member of the sect, must be an honored guest.

Unexpectedly, the Black Armored Cavalry charged forward with astonishing speed, cutting off his retreat in an instant, blocking the way between the battle lines and the old fort.

Baishan opened the cardboard box to reveal a humanoid figure about one meter tall, wrapped round and round in bandages—just like a mummy from the ancient Egyptian pyramids.

Just as Glasses pushed open the car door, a cigarette butt flicked toward him. If he hadn’t dodged in time, it would have burned a hole straight through his pants. “Go buy groceries over there; this place is closed!” a young man said lazily, turning his attention back to his phone.