Chapter 50 (Detonation II): Chalk
June 2032, Rocket City, Bright Nation
Daphne noticed that Michael had been gloomy these past few days. With her instinctive sixth sense, she realized he seemed somewhat distant toward her. She wanted to ask him what was wrong, but couldn't find the right words. Daphne always considered herself lucky; though she lacked the official title of a wife, being able to know and love a legendary figure like Michael was a rare fortune.
She understood Michael—
Ye Qing had made up his mind, but naturally could not agree right away; there were plenty of people watching eagerly all around. Now, having seen the arrival of the Blood Condensing Immortal in this vast canyon before anyone else, Ouyang Xue felt a premonition—her master, the Red Dust Immortal’s sudden departure might somehow be related to the Blood Condensing Immortal.
Wu Zhi rolled his eyes inwardly. He had merely struck a few blows on the corpse, yet the rumor had twisted out of shape. Still, he had to put on a terrified face like the other servants.
Today, Ye Qing planned to stretch his muscles properly. He always believed that only abilities useful in battle truly mattered; anything else could not be considered a real ability.
The Great Emperor of the Sacred Flame resumed his imposing demeanor. Born a ruler, his aura easily outmatched the other.
At that moment, Wang Le thought of his Law Eye Space. Though vast and boundless, it had never been able to store living things.
As for the embarrassment of the two lieutenants, Ye Qing clearly paid it no mind, offering only a brief, “Well done,” before charging toward the other side.
“What if, before meeting Bai Zihao, you simply granted team immunity?” Wen Qin spoke.
“Huh!” Han Luo took a deep breath, her heart shaken and skipping as she watched the unfolding stories, as if she’d discovered something.
Even the black metal chains connecting the pool and the columns bore the marks of age.
“Well then, I’ll be leaving. And don’t expect me to come back with you to meet your master,” Ning Hao said, feigning a turn to depart.
Perhaps, as Ding Keke had said, Wu Ming’s exterior remained cold and aloof, but inside his heart was blooming with joy. At this moment, he was endlessly imagining who might come to invite him, and he nearly drooled in anticipation.
The Ocean Sage restrained his laughter somewhat, waving his palm. Suddenly, the surrounding space twisted like a chaotic black hole. Only then did Moon Princess realize in horror that she was no longer in the original space.
The man looked intently, his gaze resting on me twice before deciding—he chose me.
Both swords now in hand, Bai Sha gripped them tightly, channeling his true energy. Twin sword waves erupted from the blades, slashing at the two surging forces from different directions. In an instant, those two terrifying bursts of power disintegrated into dust.
That person used the same technique, twisting his wrist to redirect Sky’s body in the opposite direction. The two forces canceled each other out, leaving his body suspended in midair—precisely within striking range!
Bai Sha’s eyes shone with an incomparable brilliance, vibrating through everything. The seemingly gigantic Eight-Headed Serpent was sent flying by his fist.
The war drums thundered, red and blue flags fluttering atop the command platform. It was the signal for a curved attack. The Sui army suddenly charged—the two base corners of the triangular formation split outward, forming twin arcs, like the curled horns of a ram.
Everyone waited in the office, eager to watch Mochi’s video at the first opportunity. Post-production would begin immediately, striving for flawless perfection.
Slap! Eda Shi struck her face with a forceful, sudden blow. The hit was vicious and unexpected, sending Zhou Wanrong’s body tumbling sideways. Blood immediately welled from her lips, staining her pale face, where the bright red handprint stood out starkly.