Volume One, Chapter 31: The Phantom

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With a sudden surge of spiritual power, Lin Yun’s telekinesis rapidly expanded, instantly covering the four upper levels of the paranormal prison. Countless security measures were triggered, and the guards were all terrified, causing the entire prison to plunge into chaos. As his telekinesis swept across the fourth floor, Lin Yun suddenly spotted a man in a Paranormal Guard Bureau officer’s uniform abruptly stand up in a corner.

“Who dares to trespass into the Xinghai City Paranormal Prison?” The officer’s face was filled with anger.

Before he could get a clear look, a stronger wave of telekinetic power burst forth from beneath the fifth floor, violently slamming into Lin Yun. Someone even sneered coldly! Lin Yun…

“You said you had something to discuss with me, didn’t you?” Wang Jing felt awkward and changed the subject. So Zhang Hao sat on their bunk, talking about their matters, while Chu Yang and the others sat on theirs, chatting.

“It’s a great honor to meet you in person, Editor-in-Chief Li,” Yun Muyang said sincerely. He had always heard of Li Xu but felt a strange tension upon seeing him. Of course, he had no idea why Li Xu seemed so nervous in front of Mo Wushuang.

“Meizhu, the girl behind you looks unfamiliar. Which palace is she from?” The alluring voice alone made one curious about her owner’s appearance.

“Mom—” Ying Yiran was truly at a loss. He was no match for his mother. She had already cut off all his excuses before he could even try.

Yuan Teng fiercely activated his blood seal, swirling blazing blood flames that tore through the sky, raging toward the boundary of the formation.

Honestly, from Lin Chen’s perspective, the Dragon Transformation Realm was as common as dirt; reaching it was hardly impressive.

“Your Majesty, the imperial physicians are not confident. Perhaps it’s better not to use this prescription,” the prime minister advised after consulting both the imperial doctors and the attendants accompanying the king. Yan Yue’s eager heart wavered. With so many opposing, would Ling Yuechen still trust him?

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A bald man hostile to the Yunlong Hall took two steps toward its disciples, disdainfully shouting, “He Wei, I just received news that your hall master has returned. He even brazenly seized control of the steward’s offices and all subdomain halls on the first and second floors of the shrine.”

Yang Chengzhi owed him a debt, so regardless of right or wrong, Yang Sanshui would surely stand with Yang Chengzhi. But this speech was not a comfort—it was all about reasons.

Given Tottenham Hotspur’s midfielder Dembélé’s sharp offensive drive, Li Wei did not field two defensive midfielders this time but opted for three.

Shangguan Yun dared not reply or even glance back; he strode quickly, swift as a shooting star, fleeing outside the valley.

At this moment, over ten iron chains locking the captives to the pillars suddenly shimmered with golden light, slowly flowing as if alive. The dozen or so people linked to the pillars grimaced, gritting their teeth, bodies trembling. Their expressions twisted in escalating agony.

Jin Che suddenly shouted from behind, “Hey! Don’t do that—I haven’t even hugged you yet!” The crowd was drawn by Jin Che’s loud voice, turning their heads.

After multiple transfers, Liverpool’s roster was down to twenty-two players, but Li Wei’s cleanup was far from over.

White Cloud Crane and others had their bows drawn, the cold glints flashing endlessly. Outside the great hall, storm clouds rolled, thunder roared, and fierce winds struck like raging waves.

Only then did Wang and Lü relax, returning to their seats facing Ding Li and the others, shooting her a sharp glance. Unexpectedly, Ding Li gave a faint cold smile toward the doorway, the previous sorrow vanished.

After bidding farewell to Jin Xiu, Wu Shang focused his gaze on the vast imperial capital. The emperor’s palace was encircled by tall walls, with glazed tiles and vermilion walls, exuding royal majesty. The capital’s orderly streets were deserted.

This cavalry squad numbered about twenty riders, their sleek black horses glossy and striking. Each rider wore clean, neat black combat attire.

Madam Xue approached the carriage parked on the lawn, opened the door, and got in without rushing to start. She glanced around, and seeing no one paying attention, unzipped her bag.

Everyone was speechless: “Could you not deliver such a brutal truth in such a casual tone?”

Madam Han’s face was full of shock. She stared incredulously at her son’s ashen face, unable to believe this scowling figure was her dearest child.

After much discussion, Li Rui finally withdrew his spiritual power in disappointment. Reflecting on what Daji said, he couldn’t help but rub his nose.

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The base housing Noah No. 120 provided dinner, but Susan had no appetite. She lay on that strange “bed,” listening to hypnotic music but tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

The host was completely stunned, thinking: It’s just a ball, is this really necessary to make such a fuss?

“We’ll go over and take a look. If there’s anything you don’t like, we can make adjustments,” Murong Che quickly offered.

Xiao Hong had been his earliest fan. Today, becoming the lobby manager was largely thanks to him. Though they weren’t close, she could feel her admiration for him. But this was strange—had Xiao Hong not noticed Song Ziying’s intentions?

Wang Ergou, after beating someone and giving a lecture, looked up at the sky with an indifferent expression, completely ignoring the monk.

The county officials were untrustworthy, the Liu family untrustworthy, but in this world, there was still one person he trusted most.

Yet just as Ye Yang uttered these words, he sensed energy flowing through his vision.

Luo Kui’s gaze burned fiercely, encouraging him: “The Celestial Realm is merely the true beginning of martial arts. With your talent, you will succeed.”

However, Huo Beichen unexpectedly charged in, causing Lu Youyou to immediately frown in pain.

“Indeed! If the bottom of this pond isn’t connected to elsewhere, then this person must still be in the manor!” Qingquan nodded.

Chen Nan now moved at supersonic speed—three hundred forty meters per second—and his divine power index instantly surged to twice his normal strength, reaching 720 points.

This tree hollow was well situated on a mid-slope, with a clear view ahead. If danger arose, it allowed for swift retreat up the mountain.

Xiao Penggang gaped, truly doubting his ears, but the bloodline spiritual power in his dantian was undeniable.