Chapter 63 Can You Catch Me?

Inside the luxury sports car, Chen Fan took a sip of the iced cola handed to him by Boss Fu.

The sports car accelerated smoothly and rapidly.

He could drink his iced cola casually without spilling a drop or choking.

Riding in a supercar, with a young and stunning wealthy woman personally handing him his favorite iced cola...

This life of living off a woman's wealth was becoming increasingly bewildering.

"Chen Fan, today..."

......

However, at the ceiling spot pointed to by Shangguan Xiaohu, there was a ventilation shaft outlet equipped with louvers.

Take the renowned Saito Dosan, for instance. Many people use his legendary trajectory—rising from an oil peddler to a powerful daimyo who controlled the entire Mino Province—to inspire themselves, yet at the same time, they bestowed upon him the moniker "The Viper of Mino."

Yexiong had reached the realm of refining qi into spirit before the age of forty, but sorcery techniques of black magic only had cultivation methods up to the stage of refining qi into spirit.

Villagers looked with terror at the giant tiger beside Karna. No one dared to approach; instead, everyone hid away.

Damn it, feudal society was just like this—you had to speak on your knees at every turn. But there was no other way, otherwise, how could this young prince have been sitting here at the age of fifteen?

"This person will be the boss here from now on, and no one is allowed to interfere with his operations," Leng Yu said with a somewhat triumphant smile.

And now, his first dream had already been realized, and his second dream was close at hand.

Asai Nagamasa also waved his hand to dismiss the rocks binding his body; they were no longer needed.

Zhao Wan—he turned out to be Zhao Wan, the leader of the martial arts alliance who had vanished ten years ago! At this revelation, everyone's expression changed drastically.

Burning Heaven's cheek twitched slightly. With a single-handed beckoning gesture toward Burning Flame, the latter uncontrollably flew into his palm. Tapping Burning Flame gently between the eyebrows, he caused him to faint instantly.

I followed the direction of his finger and indeed saw a pool of blood beneath his feet. In the dim, yellowish firelight, the blood was mixed with rainwater, and without careful inspection, it would have been completely imperceptible.

This was a primary-grade Void-Escaping Talisman, capable of instantaneous movement across two hundred miles. The moment Ye Xing's spiritual consciousness probed into Zhou Yuchen's sea of consciousness, Zhou Yuchen vanished into thin air.

As a weapon-based output warrior who didn't even carry a shield, being forced to use the [Defensive Stance] to fend off attacks at this moment was already a sign of yielding the initiative.

I almost cried out in alarm, holding my breath completely. Yet he did not notice me, squatting on a tree branch and parting the foliage to peer toward the temple. Meanwhile, Zhang Xude had flashed into the bushes opposite the senior martial brother, disappearing as well. My heart sank. Were the two of them doing this intentionally or unintentionally?

"Lord Sesshomaru, where are you going?" Jaken cried out anxiously as he watched Sesshomaru pick up the Tensaiga and head outside.

Tang Zheng, who had narrowly missed scoring a goal, covered his face with both hands in speechlessness, then helplessly ruffled his neat short hair and sighed up at the heavens.

Ning Yuan sent Mo Qi back to wait for news, while leisurely riding his horse along the edge of the street, pondering his grand plans from every conceivable direction.

Seeing Lin Feng approach, the smile vanished entirely from Boss Wu's face. Anyone in his position would likely feel the same; after all, having to surrender forty billion out of a proper eighty billion to someone else was no small matter. Even if it were Lin Feng, and the situation irreversible, he wouldn't be particularly happy either.

The mourning period stretched on and on. After a full three days of waiting, Jiang Ke's corpse was finally transported back and laid in state within the Jiang residence. White mourning banners fluttered in the wind, illuminated by the faint, sorrowful glow of candlelight. As the breeze blew, they swayed incessantly, seemingly proclaiming that this was a day of profound grief.

Fan Yashi slowly relaxed her tightly clenched fists. She knew... although Li Jingting had always possessed a sharp tongue and spoke harshly, when all was said and done... he could never truly bring himself to be cruel to her.

I retrieved the bloody talisman from my bag to show to Wang Weijun. Although I had studied under Luo Sanshui for a while and had some understanding of talismans, I had never seen this particular drawing style before. Wang Weijun had studied under Luo Sanshui much longer than I had, so I took it out to ask if he had ever seen it.