Chapter 427: Underground Shadow

"What on earth is this place?" Luna thought, her mind a tangled web of doubt and wariness.

Never once in the space station’s construction logs had there been any mention of a sector with this kind of architecture.

Could it be some forgotten remnant of an early phase? Or rather... was this not a part of the station at all?

She tightened her grip on the energy pistol, drew a deep breath, and cranked her helmet’s tactical spotlight to maximum power, the beam of light piercing the dark to illuminate a short stretch ahead.

It was an undeniable, irrefutable fact, one he had witnessed with his own eyes, that White Tiger had clearly plotted against Youran back then, nearly dragging almost everyone down into a shared grave.

Hearing that name gave Lei Ming a violent jolt; it was the very first time in his life he had ever encountered such a monstrous thing.

First, the entire core of the Osborn Corporation consisted of only two departments: the Life and Technology Department, and the Super-Human Research and Development Department.

He had originally intended to clear his mind, but never expected to run into this sort of trouble, so Ye Qiong lost all desire to linger at the school and headed straight back to the Osborn Tower.

His left hand clamped savagely onto Ye Qiong's fist, but the very instant he caught it, Achilles regretted it.

The moment the howl left his lips, the sea within a three-meter radius around him erupted into explosions, instantly blasting dozens of towering water columns into the sky in a thoroughly magnificent spectacle.

"Of course not, but look, Han is master to us all, so he's out of the question, and the Beast Tamer seems to be researching some profound problem with Master right now, so he's obviously busy too," Alice said, counting down the people.

Li Tianxiu glanced at the black van, which was now not far away, and gritted his teeth; swallowing the words he had been about to say, he opened the car door and slid inside.

Up in the grandstands, Master Baishan closed his eyes in agony; having already foreseen the outcome, he was powerless to stop it, for this was a warrior's duel, a battle of honor that brooked no outside interruption.

Furthermore, even if some misfortune befell Baoyuan, the Empress Dowager was within to preside over the grand scheme, and Xuanzhe stood without to inherit the throne, meaning a mere prince like him stood to gain nothing, so why ever bother with such a plot? Who, then, was orchestrating this event, and for what purpose?

Sun Yan’s expression suddenly froze, a look of sheer bewilderment washing over his face; how could it be Su Ling inside the coffin? No, what was Su Ling doing inside the coffin?!

Upon leaving, Chen Ling had originally intended to stop by Furentang for a look, but remembering Yan Xiaotong's attitude from that morning, he drove straight home instead.

"Darling, I want to come with you too!" The only person capable of uttering such words was Yang Yahui.

"Bazi, in the name of the Yihe Gang, I hereby judge you guilty of insubordination and rebellion. Do you plead guilty or not?" the Counselor barked at Bazi in a deep, stern voice.

This was a spell of the Ancient Shaman Race, but unfortunately, Wu Duoduolacked sufficient spiritual power at present; she could not venture too far from her true body, nor could she sustain it for long, as it drained her mind heavily.

Unleashing a terrifying roar, the Demon Emperor Zhantian drove the primordial energy throughout his body to its absolute zenith in that single instant. A fearsome might resounded and rippled outward in a profoundly shocking display, exploding frantically with a majestic, irresistible force.

The siblings had inherited the stunning looks of Qin Tian and Yu Youwei, instantly marking them as a handsome youth and a beautiful woman in the making.

The winter morning was quiet and mysterious, as though the entire world had been meticulously adorned in a thin dusting of powdery snow.

The two of them arrived at Panjiayuan; every visit here lifted Xu Yang's spirits, for this was the very place where his fortunes had taken flight. He did not head to his own Tianbao Pavilion, but instead chatted with his old acquaintances here just as he always did, handing ten thousand to David, who took the money and departed with boundless confidence.

Watching the battle from the sidelines, Xiao Tie's face twitched again and again; he had finally realized that while these two fellows possessed meager strength, their pride was immense, and for some reason, he had a fleeting sensation that they didn't actually seem intent on a true fight to the death.

Hearing the overwhelming, earth-shattering cheers that blanketed the entire arena, the commentators began to lace their words with heavy streaks of sarcasm and irony.