Chapter 89: News Arrives

“Boss, that’s roughly the situation.”

Sitting in the car, Anthony gave a brief report of what had just happened, his voice thick with चिंता. Although he had realized those two were no ordinary people, the outcome still exceeded his expectations...

More than a dozen men had gone in without making so much as a ripple; every last one of them had ended up with broken arms and legs. Even watching the scene through the surveillance feed had made him slightly uncomfortable...

It was not that the other side had been especially savage. Rather, the deliberate breaking of the limb joints of more than a dozen people made it impossible for him to fathom their intent.

Junlin leaned back, reclining against the chair behind him. At the sight of the finger Fang Nan was pointing at him, a trace of coldness flashed through his eyes.

Wukong merely smiled faintly and said nothing. Over there, the monks were seized with terror, while the Supreme Lord Lao, Perfected Taiyi, Maitreya Buddha, and the others were equally aghast.

Just then, the phone at home happened to ring. Bao Weiwei glanced at it and saw that it was An Qingrui’s mobile calling; this was the perfect chance to ask whether they were coming back for dinner.

No matter how he attacked, it was useless against the jujutsu man. He had originally wanted to strike at the man’s eyes, but they were guarded with exceptional care. And whenever he tried to trap him in an earth-element mire, the man would break free with laughable ease.

“Young man, do you even know who it is you’re speaking to like that?” Su Hongsheng’s expression darkened further.

Silver Snow sat upon the bed and said, “I did not know Her Majesty the Empress was coming and failed to go out and receive her. I beg Your Majesty to forgive my breach of decorum.” As she spoke, she feigned difficulty and made as if to rise from the bed to pay her respects.

Tang Xuanzang accepted the command. A wisp of blue smoke crossed the sky, and Guanyin had already departed the hall, on her way back to the Western Heaven.

“If you exchanged a human lifespan for a cat’s, then it could already be our grandfather,” Li Chen said evenly. There was not the slightest trace of jest on her face. Bao Weiwei knew she meant it in all seriousness; when it came to certain matters involving animals, Li Chen was frighteningly stern.

Once he knew the leopard was fine, Junlin wanted to turn back to school. After all, he had slipped out without permission, and there were still two exams waiting for him that afternoon. He did not even know what time it was now. If he got back and ended up late for the test, that would be real trouble.

At the thought of this, Teacher Qin returned to the main hall with delight written all over his face, pushing through the crowd of students until he reached the testing apparatus.

“Ha...” Unexpectedly, Jiang Mingyao’s figure suddenly vanished. In the next instant, she had already appeared in front of Du Bucheng; with a crook of her finger, she seized him and lifted him into the air.

Wang Ge pulled the car over and got out to help the doctor unload the gurney. Following the doctor’s instructions, the nurse pushed the elderly man into the emergency room. The doctor, however, did not follow immediately behind, which made it seem the old man truly had no urgent condition.

Though no one knew what Du Bucheng had gone through, he had helped Huang Chenmen tremendously. Seeing that the two of them were badly weakened, Han Mengli prepared two tubs of the finest medicinal bath for them, so they could soak properly and wash away the charred blackness covering their bodies.

By now the arena was already shattered beyond repair. Nearly everyone left upon it had been pinned to the ground and killed by the stone spikes driven up by Yifeng’s earth sword aura. The spikes had pierced straight through their chests. Amid the heavy stench of blood, one could see the entrails and organs of many corpses spilling from their ruptured torsos, laid bare before everyone’s eyes.

This lunch box was not a disposable plastic container for cut watermelon; it was Lin Yanwu’s own, and it had previously been filled to the brim with mung bean porridge. Wang Ge had simply finished it all off by now.

“Get lost. As if I’d sit on your lap. I’ll just squeeze in the back with the three of them!” Wenren Yirou said, looking toward Ming Zuo, Ming You, and the third.

The elderly human had no strength left to resist. Beneath the fists of the berserk giant ape, his body was battered out of human shape, reduced to a bloody ruin, until at last he was beaten to death.

The red-haired old man stared fixedly into Yifeng’s eyes. Yifeng could see that something like a storm had risen within the old man’s gaze. A green tempest spread wider and wider in his eyes, until at last it became two dazzling beams of emerald light. Reflected in that radiance, the old man’s eyes grew brighter and brighter, like a vast and ethereal green sea.