Chapter 29 Chapter 29 Even a Cornered Rabbit Bites

Zhao Wenqian clearly spotted her, and her exquisitely made-up face contorted instantly. Her complexion shifted through a spectrum of colors, fluctuating between pale and sallow, much like a painter’s palette. With a cold, mocking sneer, she suppressed the raging storm of anger within her, strode forward in her high heels, and blocked Wei Yang’s path.

"Miss Wei!"

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Even among the exceptional beauties encountered here, none seemed to possess that effortless, serene composure of Bai Shaozi. The faint smile lingering at the corners of his mouth made Tangtang instinctively reach up to touch her own lips.

"What is the meaning of this?" Mother Feng asked, though she kept her expression neutral, despite being surprised to see Zhang Hongmei arrive with such a large crowd, including the restrained Su Wan.

Li Shan narrowed his eyes, but Huang Chensha stopped immediately. As he retreated, he swept up all twenty-odd Baxia shields, which ultimately became Li Shan’s magical artifacts under Wang Yi’s grim gaze, causing Wang Yi to suffer yet another blow to his spiritual consciousness.

Afterward, Chen Hao had Meng Mengqi video call him to simulate a live stream for five minutes. With a coarse, slightly gravelly voice, he managed to create a powerful presence. In under five minutes, one could see sweat beading on Meng Mengqi’s forehead; he was putting in great effort, showing a clear ambition to succeed on this path.

The iron-tower-like giant nodded, instantly grabbed the petrified Qiao Yiran, and signaled the surrounding ordinary guards to retreat toward the rear stairwell.

The reasons no longer mattered; even if Huaze had the desire, there was no need to resume live streaming.

"We believe you," the other teammates said, nodding in unison, not just the arrogant one. This sudden display of trust left Wang Xiaopang with a belly full of excuses trapped in his throat, leaving him feeling suffocated and deeply frustrated.

It turned out the elders had come to hold them accountable. Defeating the disciples of the Wuliang Dao Sect was typically a glorious achievement, but that only held true if the victors were disciples of the Yuanji Sect.

He hung up the phone immediately. Every year, he received a few calls like this, but they had always been domestic; this was the first time one had come from abroad.

"You are welcome to try. In the past, no one dared to speak to me like that," the youth in the gray robe said softly. He seemed entirely devoid of anger, yet the words sent a chill deep into Ge Jinyou’s heart, leaving his spine drenched in a cold sweat.

It was just like the three test subjects you saw earlier: the genetic serum was continuously diluted and then injected into their bodies.

In their view, once Shui Yunchen unleashed his Giant Ice Palm, Liao Chen would have no chance of resistance. To their surprise, Liao Chen chose to strike Shui Yunchen with his most powerful martial technique before bracing to withstand the ice palm—and he actually succeeded, suffering only injuries in the process.

Under her meticulous care, Yuchi Qiming’s wounds had essentially healed. Although the military had not yet ordered his return to duty, he still made his way to the base every single day.

"Is that so? We shall see if you have the strength for it. Killing me won't be easy!" Lin Chen scoffed dismissively.

"Withered Wood Meets Spring" appeared powerless at first glance, but that was a deception. This set of finger techniques was designed to absorb an opponent’s strength and convert it into one's own—a truly troublesome prospect. Was the "withered wood" merely a facade, with "meeting spring" being the true core?

At first, they only intended to invite the comrades who had helped renovate the house over the past two days to dinner. However, once everyone learned that Song Chengyi was moving, they all brought gifts to congratulate him, even those who weren't particularly close. Since they had come, he had to provide a meal for them all.

In particular, feeling Lin Chen’s arm firmly wrapped around her waist, Mingyue instinctively nestled into his embrace. Her face flushed a deep crimson, and she was too embarrassed to move a muscle.