Chapter 46: Retaliation

Last time, when Hua Changxi accidentally overheard the Lu sisters sharing intimate confidences, she waited until they left to avoid awkwardness. This time, Hua Changxi had no desire to wait and simply walked right past them from behind.

"Changxi..."

Seeing Hua Changxi, Lu Qingluo was startled, and even Lu Qingling's expression turned somewhat unnatural.

Being caught gossiping about someone behind their backs, especially by the person herself, was indeed rather awkward.

Hua Changxi smiled at Lu Qingluo.

Without having lived through all of that, no one could possibly understand how difficult and despairing their situation had been back then, nor could they comprehend the emotions with which they had indignantly drawn their swords.

She touched what felt like a solid, firm chest, faintly able to feel the taut lines of muscle.

That was the only time he had ever used the word "naughty" to describe something—a neutral word, neither particularly good nor bad, as if in his world there were only liking and disliking, while the word "naughty" was sandwiched in between, disliked yet acceptable.

The enemy that originally required a tremendous amount of effort to deal with now seemed to have been so effortlessly "crushed."

Not knowing what was so funny about his remark, President Cen suddenly chuckled, his deep, resonant voice vibrating within his chest, making one's heart flutter in response.

He had considered himself a master strategist holding everything in the palm of his hand, yet before he had even engaged in a direct confrontation with Liu Dong, he had already suffered several heavy blows.

It was the highest-rated romance film of recent years. After watching it, Han Jinyu felt a lingering aftertaste and turned to look at the nonchalant man beside her.

With that said, the raging Rong Mu finally regained a shred of reason, though he remained restless and irritable, feeling utterly depressed.

A high-performance motorcycle roared past him and came to a halt right in front of him.

Thus, just as Charles's lips had grown entirely parched from reciting, the person before him finally showed some reaction.

Hearing Bai Yi's words, Li Fan's expression turned cold. A cyan light flashed in his right hand, and a cyan lightsaber formed within his grip. Once formed, Li Fan hurled it at Bai Yi. The lightsaber shot toward Bai Yi at an incredible speed, looking as though he genuinely intended to kill him.

"You dare kill me?" The tumor-user possessed a tough constitution, leaving Fu Zhongtian unharmed, yet he did not strike again. He spoke these words across the distance, because he had heard everything Zhou Chengxin had said.

This was not the end of it. Chen Qi felt that one day was still too slow. Suddenly, he opened his eyes. Within his gaze, there seemed to be two burning white lotus flowers, intent on purifying everything in the world. He abruptly grabbed the corpse's leg bone, and with a sizzling sound, Chen Qi's palm began to smoke. The temperature was far too high, but that was of little consequence.

As expected, Li Liang took the initiative a step ahead in the air, poking the ball away with the tip of his boot. Wanyama lunged with his leg and missed. Quick to react, the moment he hit the ground, he immediately reached out a leg from behind to foul Li Liang—just as Li Liang, facing the ball, was about to break away.

Various echelons and combat forces marched methodically toward their respective objectives in accordance with a pre-established battle plan.

If he could have crossed that threshold a little earlier, if he could have returned a little sooner, perhaps he could have alleviated this state. The children were all grown up now and sensible. Jiang Jiang and Zhou Zhou thought Lin Jingsheng didn't like them, and they didn't like Lin Jingsheng either. What on earth was to be done?

Harry had regained a bit of alertness from the chill. Looking outside, he indeed saw snowflakes filling the sky. Today's snow was falling heavily. Lu Bo had turned on the heater, and it was gradually growing warm. Harry pressed against the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the drifting snow outside with exceptional delight.

To obliterate a nation with a single palm strike—what kind of concept was that? Moreover, the attack had been delivered so casually, and this was merely the strength of a single cultivation expert. They dared not imagine what the Earth would become if thousands upon thousands of cultivation experts, or even their leaders, were to strike.

Although someone had reported intelligence to him, mentioning that Senju Toyora had already been captured, why had Senju Toyora appeared outside once again, looking as though he were preparing to leave the camp?