Chapter 029: It’s Always My Shoulder That Gets Hurt

Zhang Zhiyuan clenched her right fist, poised to strike me directly in the face. If that punch landed, I was certain to lose consciousness, and then I would undoubtedly become her next meal.

Gritting my teeth, I shoved her chin away with my left hand just as her fist hurtled toward my face. I turned my head aside, and a dull thud sounded as countless fragments of stone rained down onto my shoulder.

Once more, Zhang Zhiyuan bared her teeth, but this time...

Across the continent, undercurrents surged and the situation grew ever more unpredictable, while in the heart of South America, preparations for the coronation ceremony proceeded in an orderly fashion as the day drew near.

He had never before seen anyone able to neutralize his attacks, yet now, he had witnessed it.

“What’s wrong?” Ye Feng asked, puzzled, as Sun Liner finished speaking but remained rooted to the spot.

Seated cross-legged atop a golden lotus, the Tathagata radiated a thousand beams of Buddhist light. Compassion and pity shone in his eyes, and although his tone was gentle, it concealed his usual dominance and unquestionable authority. It was as though Jiang Hao were a pitiful soul drowning in a sea of suffering, and only by obeying the Tathagata’s orders could he hope for salvation.

After a single collision, the barrier wall vanished without a trace. Yet Hong Feiming saw nothing; rubbing his aching shoulder in disbelief, he watched as Yang Ren swaggered across the grand hall, turned behind a screen, and disappeared from sight.

Power exploded outward, and a terrifying force of thunder blossomed in midair, brilliant as fireworks.

Although King of Thunder and the Lord of the Thunder Sect were not entirely on good terms, neither could deny the other’s strength. The Lord of the Thunder Sect’s chief disciple, Illusion Dream, was a prominent figure among the younger generation—formidable, with a future that promised greatness.

After gathering his thoughts at Ye Feng’s prompting, Zhang Fei began to explain the specifics of their mission.

Just for having dealings with Shi Miaowu, these people wanted to kill him. Yang Ren thought this group was utterly unreasonable...

Anticipating the giant lion’s move, Zhao Gao changed the trajectory of his punch, colliding directly with the lion’s tail.

The Weeping Willow made no response to his provocation—not even when the sword tip struck its branches.

Meanwhile, in a dense forest not far from the Fuxi Sect, two old men were meditating atop a tree.

The shopkeeper handed the prescription to an assistant, instructing him to prepare the medicine for the Ge siblings.

Yesterday, she’d received word that her grandfather’s illness was beyond cure. Her family wished for her to marry to save the House of Liu from ruin.

Wu Xie tried to act fierce but was inwardly timid, fully aware that he no longer held any authority, for all the onlookers knew he had been frightened into wetting himself.

A minute later, Bran’s health bar had dropped by ten percent, and Eden’s was once again depleted.

Though Lin Xuan had forbidden an extravagant celebration, those below him insisted otherwise. Even with repeated admonishments from the higher-ups, the event was still remarkably grand.

In the days before, he’d been certain Qin Tian was hiding somewhere within a hundred-meter radius. Now, however, he could no longer be sure—the passage of time had rendered things uncertain.

Those being targeted clung tightly to the main group, even if it meant provoking the annoyance of those around them.

Of course, the Supreme Beasts might think this way, but when faced with the noble Mu Tian, they couldn’t help but feel ashamed.

Checking the time, it seemed that Baozi shouldn’t have finished work yet. Why would he be here? Could it be that he left the company after another bad day?

That evening, Baozi helped Liang Chen and Wang Gang sell barbecue. The turnout was unexpectedly large; it turned out Wang Gang’s venture into city life was paying off.

An Ruoxi stepped out the door, only to find that Qu Yuanming was nowhere to be seen. The changes in Qu Yuanming left An Ruoxi with an unexplainable sense of unease.