Chapter 30: The Sunshine of Every Future Dawn

If he managed to stab me just now, not only would I be finished, but so would the five police officers standing at the door. Zhang Shancai was quickly subdued and pinned to the ground, yet his eyes remained fixed on me, burning with hatred: "It was you! You killed her! I'll kill you! Give me back my daughter! You demon! You madman! You cut off her head!"

Hearing Zhang Shancai's furious curses, my first reaction wasn't...

Today, Li Chen still wore his snowy white monk’s robe, but somehow, the garment seemed to exude a subtle air of nobility.

After a morning court session, the leading figures of the peace faction once again gathered at Chen Dong’s residence. This mansion, a direct gift from Emperor Zhao Gou, had once belonged to a wealthy merchant whose family was confiscated. The garden’s pavilions and artificial hills were arranged with taste, far removed from the garish luxury of nouveau riche estates.

Nu Xia’er had already closed his eyes, ready to give up struggling. Suddenly, something at his waist was touched, as if he had grabbed a lifeline. He muttered an incantation, and in the next moment, his figure vanished from the window.

Within the city of Bolivia, Piros confronted Lord Keen of Holy Dragon City, confirming that he was indeed the true “spatial mage.” Recalling the historical accounts of the bizarre and terrifying powers of spatial mages, and fearing Keen might retaliate by banishing them to another dimension, the two quickly retreated.

The commander-in-chief, though unclear about the preacher’s involvement, immediately ordered the troops to avoid hitting the preacher if possible, and sent someone to try to contact Millie.

Jia Zhengjin had initially thought that with a deity from the Light Faction present, the problem could surely be resolved.

Looking up, I saw Zhang Youze descending the stairs in a hospital gown, the corners of his mouth lifting in a helpless smile as he looked at me.

Though it wasn’t a game, the experience was more entertaining than gaming itself. Moreover, unlike ordinary games, there was a real reward: five days of hard-earned research results.

His appearance startled Su Lanruo, for this so-called “Master Qingya” was none other than Bai Yufan.

News like this once again stirred doubts in Li Tan’s mind. The chessboard, which seemed to have surfaced, now gave him the unsettling sense that he had misread the entire situation.

Just then, the sharp staccato of footsteps echoed—"tap tap tap"—as Richard approached. To Ruth’s ears, the sound was inexplicably loud, perhaps an illusion, for she could even hear the echo.

Thanks to Maple Night’s relentless efforts over the years, the Village of Konoha lacked neither ninjas skilled in sound-based weapons nor the weapons themselves.

On the map, the Kingdom of Sica was densely dotted with red markers; the Southern Free Federation had a few as well. Notably, one enormous red dot stood out in the northwest of the Southern Free Federation, near the Soma Alliance.

Hao Fang had always found that whether it was martial arts, magic, or the ninjutsu he deduced and simulated through the power of the module, they all shared a common flaw.

But in the next instant, a crisp clang of metal sounded beneath the bear’s paw—and at some point, Chu Feng’s hand had produced a massive, battered greatsword: the Phantom Blade.

Though only temporary, experiencing the Sage’s path firsthand proved invaluable for Yun Yi. The three divine abilities within him—Execution of Immortals, Severing of Spirits, and Demon Suppression—improved a hundredfold in an instant.

Gu Mohan’s gaze deepened. His slender fingers slid into the black shirt he had just taken off and put it back on before heading out.

Jun Xiqing met his gaze, knowing he neither believed nor respected her. As for his sister—he would protect her for a lifetime; there was no need for anyone else.

Across the tributary, seven or eight meters wide, a vast horde of Destroyers had gathered, numbering over a hundred thousand. The earliest had arrived last night, and when the fog lifted today, Zhu Que saw tens of thousands amassed on the opposite bank, with more joining by the hour.