Chapter 57: The Reverse Classic Either-Or Choice

Ye Chu had disappeared.

The Ye family was in an uproar, as if Feng Su was the one responsible for losing her.

“Mom, if something happens to sister, we can’t let Feng Su off the hook. He must compensate us,” Ye Sang said, a trace of delight flickering in her eyes.

“Is compensation more important than your sister?”

“Mom… We can’t just walk away empty-handed. You saved Feng Su’s life; we are benefactors to the Feng family. It’s only right to ask for something. Besides, sister’s trouble is because of him—”

Meng Shiyu laughed bitterly at herself. Her mood had been sour lately; her father was forcing her to marry, yet she hadn’t found the one she truly loved. How could she surrender so easily?

Murong Feng stood alone in the air, silent. To Wang Cangtian’s words, Murong Feng merely let out a cold laugh, for the dying man before him was no longer worthy of another word.

A demon—indeed, a demon—one who embodied countless charms in a single body. With just a little seduction, Liu Xiaomang almost fell for it.

Meanwhile, Dugu Xian’er flashed behind Zhang Qi. Her palm transformed into a longsword, pushing closer and closer to Zhang Qi.

“Stroke?” The two lawyers were taken aback, thinking to themselves, why did he have to have a stroke right now? Still, they suspected Zhan Peng was simply nervous.

It was a bold theory, but at least it explained why the formidable adversaries in Eastern Stone Gorge didn’t attack with full force, deliberately leaving them a way out. And now, under the pressure of the mighty Soul of the Army, General Ziyan and his personal guards also began to hesitate.

Dong Xinlei did not elaborate, but a deputy leader of the Dragon Hall spoke up, recounting the recent events with some exaggeration.

The Immortal Realm was powerful, but the Demon Realm was not to be underestimated. After suffering losses last time, the demon leaders changed their tactics, deciding to target the secular world.

“Yes, that’s a good idea. If the leopard recognizes me, I’ll accept my bad luck,” Qingxin said, betting on her fate.

“Not bad, not bad.” Opening the storage pouch, Liu Chen’s face broke into a satisfied smile. The wealth within had not disappointed him—it equaled the combined value of the three men.

The Blood Bodhi grew at an astonishing rate, soon bearing Bodhi fruits that tempted the mouth.

The moment my body touched the ground, I immediately rolled aside. As the robust wolf lunged at me, my right hand drove the dagger deep into its fur.

But they had seen the vice president last time, and compared to Su Qinghan, the difference was obvious.

“Ji Xirui? But what if he chooses not to follow Qin Xue or Qin Mo?” Su Ranran frowned deeply, pondering the matter.

“Major Shui!” The guard company commander, Deng Zhongxue, called out, interrupting Tu Zhenshan’s reminiscence.

Words failed me as I tried to describe what I saw—the chandelier overhead was so exquisite it seemed to be crafted by divine hands.

Zhao Tiezhu realized why he always felt danger looming—it turned out someone was lying in wait for him here.

From Zhu Ling’s perspective, she would likely use the ascending hot air balloon to observe the traces on both sides of Dense Mountain before making a general judgment.

“Don’t like it.” Su Qinghan replied decisively, his voice cold as ever, chilling to the bone.

Su Qinghan looked helplessly at Su Ranran. Without the children around, she was still as childlike and adorable as ever.

“Third brother!” The two men in black and white from the Sword brothers were overwhelmed with grief. Brandishing their swords, they rushed at Wu Di, hacking away, but he seemed unaffected, still savoring the flesh and blood of the man in green.

At the front was a tall man wielding a massive cleaver, his muscular arms on full display.