Chapter 239: Crushing

Salma, the grandest metropolis on the planet of Lion's Fang.

Starships converged from every corner of the cosmos, anchoring one after another within a colossal shipyard adjacent to the Salma Interstellar Martial Arts Arena.

From the passenger bays emerged cohorts of youthful students clad in their respective school uniforms, casting tense yet exhilarated glances at their unfamiliar surroundings.

A multitude of Salma's citizens paused in their tracks to observe, though their gazes held little affection.

Thus, in this very moment, the only one I could perhaps rely upon was the man before me—the one everyone branded as tyrannical and cruel, the one rumored to have driven my own birth mother to her grave. If he truly harbored such a bone-deep hatred for Lu Minglang, and so desperately craved to see me severed from Lu Minglang's flesh and blood, then perhaps I could play into his desires and call him father.

Lin Zifeng extended his fist and tapped it against Wen Tang's; though no words passed between them, both men understood perfectly what flickered in the other's eyes.

Ouyang Zexi had spent months in Yun Hai's company, possessing a profound understanding of the man and absolute faith in his capabilities.

Upon glimpsing the message, Mu Xia was instantly overcome with a mixture of shame and fury, the previous night's blunder rushing back into her mind as a crimson blush flooded half her face.

As for the wealthy playboys who shared Long Tian's wretched disposition, their hearts were now hollowed by agonizing regret; one slumped powerlessly onto the ground, his head spinning in a dizzying daze.

Yang Qing shifted his gaze toward Ayiji's retinue; though the fiercely formidable brutes were visibly daunted by Zhang Nan's sublime martial artistry, they still stirred with restless intent, prompting him to let out a heavy, warning snort.

"I... I..." Swallowing hard, her cheeks burned with an irrepressible heat, stammering for an eternity without managing to utter a single coherent sentence.

This battle was a mere prelude, and when both sides sounded the retreat, Han Weiwan discovered that their ranks had suffered remarkably few casualties, bearing mostly walking wounded, whereas the fallen carpeting the earth belonged overwhelmingly to Si Tujin's faction.

Tao Jiayu understood the company's current plight all too well; since Jiang Yaping was willing to disregard everything to be with him, it was his solemn duty to aid the enterprise and protect the woman he loved, even if it meant sacrificing all he possessed.

Yet his slumber was far from peaceful, plagued by a nightmare wherein a monstrous serpent coiled relentlessly around him, pinning his limbs and strangling the very breath from his lungs.

As Lei Kui ambled along, his trousers slipped to his ankles and instantly snared his legs; being a man of immense girth with his left arm draped around Qiao Lujiao, the two went tumbling headlong to the earth, though fortunately the fat man cushioned the blow beneath Wu Lujiao, providing quite the spectacle for the onlookers who could not help but burst into laughter.

Ding Shijie had initially paid little heed to the rivalry between the two, well aware of Ning Zunhu's identity and martial realm, yet he harbored no fondness for the man; as the scion of a deeply entrenched clan, he cared nothing for the Fierce Tiger Gang.

"It is nothing, really. You wouldn't understand even if I told you, so just assume I thought of something amusing. By the way, you must have been waiting here for me for quite a while!" Wu Zheng inquired.

Over the course of these three days, he had orchestrated a meticulously detailed strategy, considering that Sima Lan currently resided in Dai City under the guise of an ordinary citizen.

"What do you mean, 'so gentle this time'? I have always been gentle, alright?" I shot Baoyi a sideways glare.

This place was shrouded in absolute secrecy, and none save the Fat Sheep knew the location of the exit switch; otherwise, uncovering this den would truly require digging three feet into the earth.

The brother's lips twitched slightly, a heavy slap of humiliation burning across his face. Very well, he now knew precisely what action he had to take.

Faced with the ferocious onslaught of the corpse army, Nan Tian chose to husband their strength by waiting for the enemy to tire, refraining from reckless sorties to focus entirely on defending the city, maintaining a grueling stalemate with the undead horde for several days.

More than an hour later, Mo Ke reappeared bearing a bowl of red bean porridge, causing Xiao Qing—who had only just recovered from her earlier embarrassment—to blush furiously once more. Without a word, Mo Ke set the bowl down and took a seat nearby, while Xiao Qing, her face crimson, crawled from beneath the covers and swallowed the porridge in a few quick gulps, after which Mo Ke retrieved the bowl and vanished into the night, not to be seen again.