Volume 1, Chapter 22: Absolute Trust

Perhaps it was due to the long entanglement with Yue Luo, but no matter how fast Lou Hongling sprinted through the vast Imperial Garden, she could never seem to reach the end.

Faster, she needed to go faster!

Her footsteps were almost airborne.

Just as she was thinking this, the sound of branches and leaves being crushed underfoot suddenly broke the silence of the deserted garden, coming from somewhere to her side. Her focus was shattered:

"Who's there?"

Yet, when he heard this remark from Duan Lingling, he felt quite pleased and pursed his lips accordingly.

After obliterating the azure dragon, the Heavenly Fire Finger, though slightly diminished, maintained its momentum and thrust straight toward the young man. In an instant, the outcome between the Three Profound Heavenly Fire Strikes and the azure dragon was clear.

The Shadow Soul Mask possessed many detection capabilities, but in a place like this, its range was at most less than two hundred meters.

The massive hull of the ship, as if dragged by an invisible hand, suddenly trembled and began to move.

The red-haired man kept babbling on about something. Danyier stood rooted to the spot, unresponsive, while the red-haired man even reached out, slowly wrapping his hand around her slender waist.

The man in the blue robe stood up and paced back and forth in the room. His blue attire seemed to flow like seawater; with every step, there was an uncanny sensation of billowing waves and surging tides.

"Whoosh!" The student guarding the door felt only a black shadow flash before his eyes. The bangs on his forehead were blown upward as if by a sudden gust of wind, and he was left with the fleeting illusion of a charred scent, standing there in a daze, unable to react in time.

With the league title secured, the restless mindset of the players became even more apparent. Facing the media, Van Gaal remained silent on transfer issues; if he spoke now, the players would undoubtedly become even more agitated.

In another corner of the capital, a man in blue sat cross-legged on a bed, eyes cast downward, silent and motionless.

His movements were not discreet. Everyone saw his hand resting on the hilt of his sword; some remained indifferent, some found it incredible, some wore playful expressions, while others sneered in disdain.

"It seems it's true." Cui Haoran laughed heartily and teased her a bit more. Lu Chenxi’s bashful, stuttering reaction was a rare sight indeed.

Qin Manman handed the phone to Wei Rao, and the two of them, one following the other, avoided the security cameras and left the garden unobtrusively.

An Xin had no time for him and said impatiently, "Brother Feng, I’m busy now; let’s catch up later." Cheng Yan shook his head at Ma Xiaofeng, signaling him to let it be.

The three had already witnessed the might of the Red Blood Sword and dared not meet its edge, so they all used their light-body techniques to retreat a dozen feet away.

Li Yu looked distressed. Their Fengmo Auction House could not possibly possess an RV crafted by Xiao Yu, one that could be loaded with countless items yet weigh no more than an ordinary carriage during transport.

Xiao Yu felt his very form being cleansed. In that moment, it was as if he had undergone a complete reconstruction, his entire being renewed.

After hanging up the phone, Luo Qiangwei felt a bit puzzled. Judging by Huang Nian's tone... it seemed he still had some very important matters to attend to.

With their commander dead, the remaining Liao soldiers were like scattered sand. Though they tried to flee, they were no match for these butchers; before long, the thousand-strong Liao cavalry had been nearly wiped out, with only thirty or forty managing to escape.

When the black suitcase was opened before her eyes, Miao Ran took a deep breath. She was nervous not only because of this act of subterfuge but also because of Charlie's next move. He took out a palm-sized device, which appeared to be used to verify the authenticity of gold bars.

Fortunately, strangely enough, after listening to Chu Nian's words today, perhaps... she would finally see Huangfu Ye for who he truly was.

The old man couldn't help but widen his eyes, yet he dared not make a sound, fearing he might disturb the focused young man before him.

Once Blackie finished speaking, he unleashed his aura. He had laid his cards on the table and stopped pretending. He didn't release his power to intimidate the opponent; if the opponent were so easily frightened, then he wouldn't be worthy of being his rival.